Page 92 of Daughter of Garnet

I pull away and get a good look at Cliff's chest tattoo. I saw it when we first met, but I couldn't make out what it was. Now I can see that it's a stylized volcano with ornate smoke and flames emerging from it. It's beautiful, highlighting his broad build. My bite sits at the curve of his neck, just out of reach of some of the flames.

"How long have you had this?"

"Since right after I was designated as a Beta." He glances down at it with a shy smile. "I got it because it reminds me of home, but now I wonder if there was something buried in my subconscious that knew you and I would end up together."

I guide his hands to the bottom of my sleep shirt and help him peel it off me. There are no tattoos decorating my skin, but I still feel as if I carry his mark.

Cliff touches my body with reverence, dragging his fingertips across my collarbones, down my sternum, and caressing my ribs. I don't know if he's trying to tease me by ignoring my breasts, but it's working. I whine and shove my chest out. He chuckles.

"Impatient, aren't you?"

"I need you."

"And this is the first time I've gotten my hands on you, my bonded mate. I want to take some time and enjoy it."

"I propose a compromise."

His hand tightens around my ribcage. "Oh?"

"Yes. You fuck me, then you can touch every part of me for however long you want."

Amusement lights up his eyes. "Counter proposal. I can touch every part of your body for however long I want, but you can touch yourself, too."

I groan and rotate my hips, seeking pressure that isn't there right now. "Hold on. You get exactly what you want. A good compromise means everyone is a little bit miserable."

"Fine. I can touch you until you make yourself come."

Oh, that is something I can do. I feel like I'm close to exploding already. I stand and peel off my shorts and underwear, baring myself to Cliff.

He groans and palms himself as he looks over my naked flesh. "You're exquisite." His words sound like a prayer, making me want to fall to my knees in rapture. When I step closer, he runs his hands up the side of my thighs and squeezes my hipbones. "Just perfection."

A wave of heat washes over me again, and I grab my nipples, ready to take full advantage of my side of the deal. Cliff watches me for a moment, licking his lips as his cock strains his pajamas. Using the grip on my hips, he pulls me forward until I land on his lap. With a leg on either side of his thigh, my pussy falls right on his hard bulge.

He drags one hand up my spine, and I move to rub my throbbing clit. He grabs my wrist and pulls my hand away. "I didn't say you can touch yourself. I said I can touch you until you make yourself come."

"That's what I'm trying to do."

Before I can protest more, he's got both of my wrists in the grip of one large hand behind my back. "I believe in you, Omega. Make yourself come."

The brush of his soft lips, combined with the soft rasp of his facial hair against my overheated skin, has me groaning with need. I squirm against his hold, desperate to get some stimulation to cool me down.

As I wiggle, I end up grinding myself on his lap, his shaft pressing against me through the thin layer of clothing he still wears. The feeling isn't quite what I want, but I am so needy that it feels like lightning is running through me. He groans and stiffens beneath me.

I continue to thrust myself against him, using his hardness to get myself off. His free hand strokes my nipple with feather-light touches, but they are so sensitive right now he may as well be pinching them. As I pick up speed in my quest to get myself off, Cliff starts to thrust against me, groans falling from his lips.

He's feeling the effects of this just as much as I am.

It's not long before an orgasm crashes into me, and I moan out my pleasure. It was a small one, not satisfying any of the desire coursing through me, but still enough to get what I want.

"Fuck me," I demand.

He lets go of my wrist and plants his hand between my shoulder blades before flipping us. Cliff sits up and pushes his pants down just enough for his cock to spring free.

My mouth waters at the sight of it. It's thick, curving up toward his stomach, and dark hair stretches across his pelvis and down the tops of his thighs. I wrap my hand around it and pump, the skin moving down to reveal his dripping head.

"I need you, Cliff. Now."

He falls on my lips, nipping and licking into my mouth, and doesn't stop as I feel his tip slide through my slickness and push against my entrance.