Page 65 of Examining the Bond

She blinks up at me, her hair frazzled as the loose-fitting shirt reveals a gorgeous spill of her neck and collarbone. I want to rip the material off with my teeth, so I can see more of her.

My pelvis is pressed against her pussy, heat throbbing between us like we share a single heartbeat. She rolls her hips to press up against me and licks her lips as my eyes fall to her mouth.

On the way over, I thought about taking my time. I wanted to savor every second, draw it out and tease her until she was ablubbering, whimpering mess. Until she begged for me to make her come.

Now, I don’t know if I can wait.

Holding myself up with one forearm, my free hand dances down her body, over the curve of her chest, down her waist, brushing between her thighs. Her shorts are drenched in slick, and just loose enough to give me access.

I slip a finger beneath the material to stroke her clit, and a moan claws up her throat.

“You’re already so wet for me,” I purr as my finger slides through her folds, exploring her arousal.

She meets me with a shy grin, pulling her legs back together so her knees trap my hips. Her slick builds in my palm, causing delicious heat to sink straight to my core. “Everything you do makes me wet.”

“Do you know how dangerous it is to talk like that to an alpha?” I growl, pleasure trembling through me.

Her hips are still grinding, searching for friction, and there’s nothing stopping me from angling my thumb, so it rolls over her clit.

“F-fuck!” A stuttered cry falls from her lips as she reaches for me. She fists the front of my hoodie and tugs me into a rough kiss, sucking on my bottom lip until I groan.

If I don’t get rid of our clothes, I’m going to tear them to shreds.

Riann whines as I pull away and sit back on my heels to look down at her. She’s so fucking gorgeous splayed out for me, eager for me to touch and please her.

I toss my hat to the floor, and it’s quickly followed by the hoodie. I contemplate leaving my T-shirt on to give her something to grab onto, but I abandon it too, leaving nothing but a sports bra on my top half.

“Sit up, unless you want your shirt turned into confetti,” I say, offering her a hand.

Her eyes glint as she obeys, rising so I can pull the oversized shirt off and add it to the growing pile of clothes on the floor. When she lies back down, my eyes finally land on her perfect pebbled nipples, and I suck in a sharp breath. Seeing her in my office chair was one thing, but looking at her now, knowing there’s nothing and no one to keep me from taking what I want, has my core throbbing.

I lean back down and catch her lips with mine, molding my body against hers as our tongues tangle, and her hands run laps over my exposed skin.

Sinking lower, I press my lips against her neck and collarbone. I take one of her nipples in my mouth, sucking until she whimpers, and bring my fingers up to tweak the other. Her back arches off the bed, her hips grinding against my stomach. Slick coats my abs in seconds, and it’s all I can do to keep a clear head.

“Skylar,” she says breathlessly as her fingers dance over my thick bicep.

Dios, I’ll never get tired of her saying my name.

My hand moves between us, my finger slipping into her shorts again to tease her pussy. Gently, I sink it inside her, and her tiny gasp stokes the fire burning in my chest.

“Do you like how I feel inside you?” I whisper against her skin, thrusting my finger into her a few times before adding another digit.

“Mmhmm,” she hums in return, her eyes fluttering closed before she tugs me to her lips.

This is everything I could have wanted.

Whenever I’ve thought about my omega, I’ve imagined her like this. Warm, mischievous, devastatingly sexy. Soft in myarms as I pleasure her. It’s even better when she takes charge, telling me what she so desperately needs.

My fingers slip further into her tight, wet heat, and we both groan as she throbs around the digits. I nip at her neck, a shiver running up my back as my teeth brush her skin. It would be so easy to bite down, to sink them into her soft flesh. She seems to realize it too, because her nails bite into my shoulders, dragging me closer.

Instead of sinking my teeth into her, I bury my fingers deeper, reveling in the delicious moan she makes. She bucks her hips, like it’s a race to see how quickly my hand can bottom out.

“More,” she pants between kisses. “Please, I need… more, Skylar.”

“Do you want to see how many fingers I can fit inside you before you come?” I press my lips against her throat. “Because I’ll gladly accept that challenge.”

Her pussy clenches hard at my words, and I slowly press a third digit inside her, swallowing her whimper with a kiss. My alpha urges are once again telling me to bite her—to claim her—but I ignore them. It doesn’t matter what my instincts demand of me, marking her is out of the question for now.