Page 46 of Taken In Trade
“You’re probably going to get me killed.” I settle back between her thighs. Her eyes widen, and I chuckle softly. “Don’t worry. I’m not going to leave you hanging. I’ve got you, princess.”
“Okay, good. I’m not above begging.” Her dress has ridden up quite a bit, showing off her luscious thighs in the pale lighting.
Most omegas are curvy, and Vanessa is no different. She has one of the more exaggerated hourglass figures, and all I can seem to think about is how soft she’s going to be when I fuck into her.
I mindlessly unhook my belt, pulling it off as she squirms. It lands on the floor near my boots, and I peek back at the door, wondering if that was loud enough to summon her bodyguard.
I’m playing a dangerous game, but Vanessa is too damn pretty. It’s not like I could get us out of here right now, anyway. That means it’s safer to ride out whatever is coming without panicking.
“Magnum,” she whisper-hisses, making a mad grab for my hips. Her fingers slide under the black long-sleeve T-shirt I’m wearing, and I’m once again alarmed by how hot she is compared to me.
I stretch out over her and push my lips to hers. I’m not sure how kissing is going to help. Not that I have a lot of experience taking care of omegas, but I thought they needed access to pheromones and knots to bring down fevers.
Hell, maybe that’s wishful thinking based on the way my knot throbs at the thought of being buried inside her.
My head gets foggy, and no matter how much I try to keep my wits about me, I end up lost to the feeling of her tongue tangling with mine. The front of my jeans rubs against her panties as I grind her into the mattress, and Vanessa wraps her feet around the backs of my thighs. It feels like she’s trapping me in place so I can’t get away.
It makes me ache to eat her alive.
“More,” she whispers, nodding as her fingers dig into my lower back.
“Are you sure?” I pull away enough that I can study her face.
“Yes.”
“And what more do you want, princess?” I ask, teasing my hand up her thigh. My cock presses against my jeans painfully, but it can wait.
Waves of heat are a biological response, not simple desire. I’m also not sure how comfortable she is with sex. Based onwhat I know about how the mafia families run things and what Blade said about Moretti screaming that he’d better get her back untouched, I have no idea if she was expected to show up to her wedding night a virgin.
“Just make me come. My insides feel like they’re on fire.” She grabs my hand, guiding it to her pussy.
“I can do that,” I murmur, bending low enough that I can brush my nose against hers. “You want to come all over my tongue or my fingers?” I slap her pussy, and she whines.
I crash my lips to hers, muffling the sound, but I’m not sure if it’s fast enough.
Chapter Fifteen
Vanessa
My skin burns as another painful wave of cramps rips through my abdomen. Magnum keeps his mouth sealed to mine and helps me out of my panties. My fingers dig into the material of his shirt, pulling it up as much as I can before I hit his arms.
“I need more of your pheromones,” I whisper. “Skin-on-skin contact should help.”
At least that’s what I’ve been told.
I have no idea.
It’s like an entirely new world without the suppressants in the mix.
He nods and pulls back until he has enough room to tug off his shirt. He’s covered in black and gray tattoos from his clavicles, down his sides, and across his stomach.
Goddamn.
He’s so fucking sexy.
My lashes flutter as my core clenches around nothing.
Magnum is too slender to have defined lines of muscle on his stomach, and that’s a relief. That stunt Francesca pulled with the wardrobe that didn’t fit might have dented my pride more than I’d like to admit, and I don’t even know why.
