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“We know enough,” Crow says with a lingering look that heats something deep inside.
I stand up and walk into his arms, hugging him tight. “Thank you. I love it.”
Crow hugs me back and kisses the top of my head. “You’re welcome. Let’s get you into something less tent-like.”
The alphas pick up my bags and carry them down to my room. They fill the massive queen-sized bed with bags, and then Hunter and Saint walk out, leaving me standing shoulder toshoulder with Crow, staring at the shocking sight of so many bags of clothes.
“I don't know what to put on,” I say helplessly.
Crow looks at the bags. “May I?”
I nod. He dives in and comes out with a pale pink bra and panty set and a pink dress with a short tulle skirt. It’s really cute.
“Put this on.”
I reach out and stroke the material. “It’s beautiful, Crow.”
“It was calling your name.” His deep murmur holds me captive, frozen as he approaches me. “I’m going to help you now.”
My mouth is dry, but I jerk my head in a nod.
He reaches out and slowly slides the t-shirt I’m in up and over my head. I shiver as I watch him, as I fight to regulate my breathing. He doesn’t touch me, but then he doesn’t need to. His eyes take in every inch of my chest and stomach. He grabs the bra and carefully slides it on me, taking a few seconds to do it up. It’s a perfect fit.
The anticipation and yearning for him to put his hands on me makes this even more intense. I’m breathing hard, my eyes focused on every move he makes. The way his eyes flicker up to mine when he checks to make sure I’m okay, to the way he licks his bottom lip before biting it.
Neither of us says a word as he eases around me.
Crow’s hands slide down my hips, the barest caress, not nearly enough, and duck under the waistband of the track pants. For a second, he hovers, and then he drags them down. Crow crouches on the ground behind me, and I shiver, so hyper-aware of him down there that I feel like I might pass out. I step out of the pants and, to my relief and dismay, he stands up without touching me and comes back with the panties.
I inhale deeply and lift my foot so he can slide them on. He slides them up slowly, looking up at me. When he gets tothe junction of my thighs, he stops, seeing the evidence of my arousal all over my legs.
“This won’t do.”
What? What won’t do?
“Crow?”
“Tell me yes,” Crow demands in a rasp that has me shivering.
I don’t know what I’m saying yes to, but I don’t even care.
“Yes,” I say instantly.
He leans in and rubs his face against my thighs. “Oh, you smell so good. I had no idea passion fruit could be so damn sexy.”
He urges my legs apart and licks up. The tip of his tongue grazes my clit, and my hips buck forward, while my brain short-circuits.
“Oh!”
“So good,” Crow moans. He shuffles closer and licks again, this time, the flat of his tongue swipes like a fiery furnace through my folds. I grip his hair while I clench my fingers, holding those moans behind my closed lips.
“Bury me here,” he moans. “This pussy is where I want to die. Let me drown. So. Fucking. Edible.”
His words repeat in my head, turning me on even more. My knees get weak, but I lock them. There is no way I want him to stop.
With a frustrated growl, he snatches the panties from my legs and throws them away. He stands up and picks me up, throwing me on the bed and chasing me down. Before I can blink, I’m on my back, and he’s got his head buried between my thighs.
“Crow!” I moan.
