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The last place turns my breath to golden dust. My vision sparkles while pleasure snaps in my core. So close to everything, but not enough.
I pant and squirm, making an even bigger mess of his lap, but he rears back, sitting up again. “Have you ever watched a knot inflate, Miss Swanson?”
I start to shake my head, but he squeezes my throat in reprimand, demanding words.
“No, Professor.”
He tsks. “That won’t do.” His touch slides away from my center and presses under my ass. “Lift up.”
He’s not?—
He won’t?—
But he is. He does.
And ten seconds later, his trousers are unfastened, his underwear is shoved down, and his cock bobs between my spread legs.
Oh holy fuck. It is thick. Not quite as big as Jonah, but more proportional. With veins pulsing up the shaft and a head that flares as wide as its root. I’d expect nothing less than perfection from this alpha.
Perfume rises off my chest, my pussy tightening with want. Slick gushes out of me, sliding down to where his girth parts his fly. He grunts softly, his solid length twitching as pre-cum dribbles from the purple head.
His free hand clasps around the base, strangling it. I watch in awe while he strokes up to the tip and collects the pearly liquid there. “Open your mouth.”
My lips are already slack. He slips his wet finger in easily, feeding me a mixture of him and me. The taste should be repulsive, but it’s perfect. For the first time in as long as I can remember, my Omega actually purrs, satisfied.
“Is that good, Miss Swanson?” Spencer hums, his voice as dark and delicious as his cum.
When I whine, he slowly drags the pad of his finger against my tongue, lecturing, “For scent-sensitive mates, slick and cum often taste like concentrated versions of each other’s scents. You’ll want more later.”
I want more now.
I turn my head before I can think. My lips find Spencer’s, pressing them open and slipping my tongue against his. He goes rigid, fist flexing around my throat until I gasp into his mouth.
For a moment, I think I’ve ruined everything, but then he groans and adjusts to kiss me back. Our tongues collide, stroking one another while our lips cling.
I can barely keep my grip on the chair; there’s no way I can stop myself from sliding lower in his lap, until the wide base of his hot hardness presses against my aching clit. He snarls, kissing me savagely while I start to glide against him.
We both pant, growls vibrating through his chest while whines build in mine. His free hand cups his cock, pressing it against my slit, letting me use it.
I grind and moan. Slick gushes against his girth. The bundle of need in my core pulls so tight that I practically sob into him when tingly relief finally bursts through me, snapping the cord.
While I come all over him, Spencer stiffens. The hand at my throat grips my chin. With a sharp motion, he guides my face away, forcing me to look down. His voice is gravel.
“Watch.”
I look down at his cock, riveted by the way he squeezes it. Trying to stop himself from spilling.
But it doesn’t work. He comes in an impressive eruption, shooting blast after blast onto my body.
While he’s still coming, the rounded mass at the base of his cock expands, growing wider and thicker. It must feel good because he makes a serrated sound, sliding his fist down to knead at it, milking himself until I’m glazed in his scent.
“Omega,” he grits. His head falls forward, his jaw clamping over the place below his brother’s bite, teeth pressing into my throat.
chapter
thirty-seven
A month ago, I wouldn’t have believed this.
