Page 124 of The Florist and Her Alphas

I kiss across her chest to the other nipple. There’s another smear there, and I use my tongue to clean that one too, my balls tightening with each pass.

She tastes like chocolate and roses. I suck her nipple gently between my lips, and she arches up beneath me, a small broken sound escaping her throat.

I set the plate of strawberries aside. I cannot wait any longer.

I gather her into my arms. Lift her into a sitting position on the bed, with me standing in front of her at the edge of the bed. Then I guide her between my thighs, her pregnant belly resting against my hip.

I cup the back of her head. Her hair is soft between my fingers.

“What are you doing?” she asks, her voice drowsy with pleasure.

I look down at her. My cock is so hard it aches. “I want you to take me in your mouth. Just for a few moments. Just so I can feel your tongue.” My voice has gone rough. “I need to feel your tongue on my dick after watching you eat those strawberries, Lia. I need it.”

She giggles. The sound makes my balls ache even more. Then she lowers her head and takes my cock into her mouth slowly.

I have been hard for so long I am leaking already. The head of my cock is slick with pre-cum, and her warm mouth closes around me, making me groan out loud.

She uses her tongue. Swirls it around the head. Takes me deeper, her lips sliding down my shaft until they touch the base, and the sight of my new bride on her knees in front of me in a tent full of candles, her body flushed from three orgasms, my brothers’ release on her thighs, I almost finish in her mouth from the sight alone.

I grip her hair gently. Pull her off me before I can come down her throat. My cock is wet with her saliva, glistening in the candlelight.

“You’re going to feel me inside you now,” I tell her, holding back a growl.

I lay her down on the silk pillows on her back before I climb over her and line myself up at her opening.

She is so wet.

So loose from my brother that I slide into her pussy to the hilt in one smooth stroke, and I gasp against her shoulder, my hips jerking forward involuntarily.

I start to move. Slowly at first. Then harder. Her hands grip my shoulders. Her legs wrap around my waist, pulling me deeper. I kiss her mouth as I fuck her. Her lips are sweet with strawberry.

“You are the most beautiful bride I have ever seen,” I whisper against her lips. “You are taking me so well. You are my perfect girl. My perfect omega.”

I drive into her steadily. Her pussy is slick and hot around me, and I can feel my own orgasm building fast, low in my belly, tightening.

“I’m going to mark you now,” I say.

She breathes, “Where?”

“Your left forearm.”

She gasps. Nods.

I lift her left wrist to my mouth. Keep fucking her in steady, deep strokes. Her pulse hammers against my lips. Beneath it, I can feel the silvery ridge of Silus’s failed claim scar — jagged, old, never healed cleanly.

I kiss it. Once. Twice. Soft. Gentle.

Then I sink my teeth in.

The bond blooms instantly. Warm. Gold. A pulse that connects me to her body in a way nothing in my life has ever come close to. I feel her heartbeat in my chest. Her breath. The way her pussy clenches around my cock with each thrust, amplified through the bond until it’s all I can feel.

I come inside her. Immediately. Long, heavy pulses, my hips jerking, my cock spilling deep into her pussy, and she comes around me at the same time

“Oh Julian,” she groans, sobbing my name as the new bond streams between us like it was fated to be.

The failed scar is already disappearing. The silvery ridge softens and fades, replaced by the warm gold glow of my mark.

I fuck her through her orgasm. She is shuddering and weeping with pleasure beneath me, her body locked around mine, and when it finally subsides, I kiss the mark on her wrist. She looks at it in wonder, looking happy that it made her old scar disappear.