Page 58 of The Florist and Her Alphas

My cheeks burn. “I’ll just tell you when I’m in pain.”

“I know you will.” His eyes don’t leave my pussy. He’s mesmerized, his cock hard and thick against his stomach, pre-cum beading at the tip. “But I love looking at you, Liana. I could look at you forever.”

His palm spreads lotion over my freshly shaved mound, his fingers working it into the soft skin there, and then his head dips.

His tongue finds my clit, hard and flat, wiggling directly on the swollen nub, and I gasp, my hands flying to the edge of the bench, gripping hard.

He purrs.

The vibration rolls through his chest and into his tongue, and my clit is suddenly vibrating against the wet, hot flat of his tongue, and I’m panting, moaning, my back arching off the bench.

“Oh god,” I whimper. “Cole, please⁠—”

My hands find his hair, gripping the dark strands, holding him against me as his tongue spears into my pussy hole, stretching me open, fucking me with his tongue while his purr vibrates against my clit.

He’s looking directly at me.

His slate-blue eyes locked on mine while his tongue fucks my pussy, and the eye contact sends me over the edge so fast I don’t have time to prepare.

I come with a scream, slick spurting from my pussy in a warm rush, splashing against Cole’s chin, his chest, and I try to pull away, mortified.

“I don’t want to get you dirty⁠—“

But he suctions his lips harder around my pussy, holding my thighs open with his hands, his tongue still working inside me, and I can’t pull away. I squirt directly into his mouth, my pussy pulsing, clenching around his tongue, my thighs shaking so hard the bench creaks beneath me.

“Oh god, Cole, oh my god,” I sob, my orgasm ripping through me in wave after wave, my slick gushing into his mouth, and Cole sucks slower as the waves begin to fade, milking every last drop from me until I’m panting, whimpering, my body gone boneless on the bench.

He releases my pussy with a wet sound and licks his lips, his chin glistening with my slick.

“Your slick is the most amazing thing I’ve ever tasted,” he says, his voice rough with want.

Then he’s kissing me, his mouth on mine, his tongue pushing past my lips, and I taste myself—sweet and roses and something musky. My hand finds his chest, palm flat against the warm, solid muscle, and his fingers curl into my hair, holding me there while he kisses me like he’s starving.

When he breaks the kiss, I’m breathing hard, my lips swollen, my eyes half-lidded and dazed.

Cole stands and goes to the closet attached to the master suite. He returns with a bathrobe—deep emerald silk, soft, and very expensive. Brand new. Tags still on the sleeve.

“It’s a beautiful robe,” I say, my voice still throaty from screaming.

“You’ll wear it tonight for dinner,” he says, and helps me into it.

The silk slides over my skin like water, cool and weightless. Cole ties the sash gently around my waist, his fingers lingering at the knot. He fixes the collar so it sits properly against my throat, his thumb brushing the pulse point there, and his eyes darken.

“My brothers are going to lose their minds when you walk into dinner. I can’t wait to watch them rut you.”

My pussy throbs, empty and hungry, slick already soaking through the silk between my thighs, and for the first time in six years, the thought of four alphas wanting me doesn’t make me want to run.

It makes me want to stay.

Fifteen

LIANA

Cole’s hand is warm on the small of my back, steadying me as we walk, his arm a solid weight around my waist, and I lean into him for strength.

The emerald silk robe slides against my thighs with every step, and my bare feet sink into the hallway runner.

My freshly shaved pussy is hypersensitive.