Page 116 of Knot in the Wedding Cards

“You’re getting close already,” he observed, voice smug but warm. “Quivering so prettily around my fingers. Come on, Omega. Let me have it.”

The combination of his tongue working my clit and those fingers stroking that perfect spot pushed me right to the edge.

My thighs tensed, heels digging into the mattress. He didn’t let up, sucking gently on my clit at the exact moment his fingers pressed deeper.

I came hard, crying out his name as pleasure crashed through me.

My walls clenched around his fingers, slick flooding his mouth and chin. He licked me through every pulse, greedy and thorough, drawing out the waves until I trembled with overstimulation.

“Sensitive,” he noted softly, pressing one last gentle kiss to my mound before lifting his head. His face shone with evidence of my release. “Someone surely should have been attending to these needs long before tonight. Showing you the proper amount of love.”

He pouted, while sliding his fingers free.

Our eyes stayed locked as he brought them to his mouth and licked them clean, slow and deliberate.

The sight sent fresh heat spiraling through me.

“Until those men grow a pair and realize your worth, Blooming Apricot,” he said, voice low and serious beneath the teasing, “I’d gladly remind you that I’m more than plenty to satisfy you.”

I laughed breathlessly, still catching my breath.

“You’re awfully confident for a man who just crawled across my bed like a predator.”

“Confident because I pay attention.” He winked, settling back on his heels. “Now, question for you. What’s that vibrator of yours called?”

The blush hit me like wildfire. I covered my face with both hands.

“You did not just ask that right after?—”

“I did.” He tugged my hands away gently, grinning. “Come on. I saw the pink evidence. Name?”

“...Max,” I muttered, mortified and aroused in equal measure.

“Max.” He chuckled, deep and rich. “I’m jealous the vibrator gets a male name, but I can share. For once in a while.” He leaned over, opened the nightstand drawer, and retrieved the toy with zero shame. “Just don’t get used to using him without my presence, hmm? That’s a rule I’m adding tonight.”

I nodded slowly, cheeks flaming hotter.

“Turn it on after you… you know.”

He slid the vibrator inside me with careful precision, the stretch delicious after his fingers. The low buzz kicked on.

My back arched instantly. Then his mouth returned to my clit, licking in time with the vibrations.

The dual sensation hit like lightning.

I came fast and hard, a sharp cry tearing from my throat as I squirted across his face and the sheets. Pleasure bordered on overwhelming, wave after wave.

Sawyer chuckled, warm and satisfied, pulling the toy free and switching it off.

He tossed it aside on the bed.

“There we go.”

I blushed furiously, chest heaving.

“You have to be careful of damaging goods, Devereaux. That was?—”

“Damaging goods?” He sat back fully, showing off his veiny cock—hard, thick, leaking precum at the tip. The sight made my mouth water. “You need to worry about me damaging this greedy pussy that’s still pulsing for more.”