Page 138 of Awakened

I groan long and low at the sight, throwing my head back in ecstasy. This is, single-handedly, the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.

But when Idril glances down, her movements stutter to a stop. “What—what?”

She brings her fingers between us, running them against the fabric of my shorts that are soaked with her slick. The curious way she tests the wet patch makes me hotter. My muscles tense, desire thrumming through my blood.

When she looks at me with bright eyes drowning in shock, I can’t bite back my smug smile. “Your slick, baby. It’s your body’s way of preparing you for my cock.”

She narrows her eyes. “I know what slick is; I just…” She lifts her fingers between us, wet with her arousal. “I’ve never…”

Reaching out, I wrap my hand around her wrist and bring her fingers to my mouth. The taste of her on my tongue has my eyes rolling into the back of my head.

Fucking honey and vanilla and something sweetly floral… Fates, it’s perfect.

She’s perfect.

I lick and suck off every last drop, smiling wickedly at the way she watches me without blinking. Her cheeks are flushed, eyes bright with need.

She’s never looked more beautiful.

“You’ve never been turned on for your Alpha Mate,” I tell her. “I want you to come for me. Can you do that, Sweetheart?”

Her breath hitches, but she nods, and the blush painting her cheeks deepens. I lean back, once more encouraging her to move as she begins her slow, torturous roll on top of me. I watch every movement and twitch with hooded eyes, determined to remember every fucking second.

She’s beautiful, even in her innocence. This may be new to her, but her body knows what it wants. She moves on top of me, taking her pleasure as the hesitancy in her eyes starts to disappear.

I can’t stay still, and before long I’m moving with her, rolling my hips with hers and groaning as more slick soaks through my shorts.

“You’re fucking perfect like this,” I rasp, and when her eyes light up at my words, my blood heats. “That’s it, sweetheart. Ride your Alpha. Take what you want.”

The friction is brutal, hot, slick, and perfect. I can feel my knot swell, hot and hard and pulsing.

Even though I want to close my eyes and bask in the feel of her using me, I don’t want to miss a moment of this. Don’t want to miss a single flicker of lust or gasp of desire as she experiments, discovering what feels best.

“Good girl,” I praise as her speed increases. She's panting, nails digging into the skin of my shoulders through my shirt. “You feel so good on top of me. You were made for me, Omega.”

Her hands bunch in the fabric, thighs tightening against my hips. My hold on her waist is so tight I worry she’ll bruise, but she doesn’t seem to care. Her eyes are bright; straight, white teeth digging into her lower lip, little sounds of pleasure escaping from her throat as she gets closer and closer to release.

“Perfect girl,” I praise. “Look at you, moving so sweetly for me. You’re mine, Idril. Always mine.”

I can feel her building, the tension so close to snapping I can nearly fucking taste it. I urge her on, forearms tense, muscles coiled tight, my voice dripping with raw devotion and obsession. “Don’t hold back, Omega. I want to feel you fall apart. Let go for me.”

“Caelan,” she gasps, and her head falls back, limbs shaking. The sound of my name on her lips urges me on, and my hips surge harder.

“Look at you… grinding yourself on my cock like you were made for it. You were made for it. Come for me, Idril.” My voice is rough and raw, vibrating with a rumbling growl of lust.

With a shocked cry, she breaks. Her body shudders, and her limbs shake. A searching, keening whine of need falls from her lips as she trembles violently in my lap. I don’t stop my own movements, determined to work her through every last moment of pleasure.

She’s fucking beautiful. Perfect. The sight, the sound, the feel of her convulsing in my arms rips me open.

Heat races down my spine. My vision flashes a bright, blinding white. Idril collapses into me, and I snarl, pulling her down and rocking my hips up into her wet warmth, only separated by a few pieces of fabric.

I explode. Violent shivers rush through my body as my cock kicks and pulses between us. Ropes of cum erupt into the fabric of my shorts. The scent of my release rises between us, twisting and mingling with hers.

“Fuck—Idril,” I gasp, moaning her name. I’m somehow still pulsing, still spilling. My Omega’s scent, her voice, her body pinned against mine, it tears me apart and stitches me together at once.

When I finally catch my breath, she’s trembling in my arms, clinging to me. I cup the back of her head, pulling her into my chest and pressing my mouth into her hair as she catches her breath. I swear I can still feel her throbbing against me.

I hold her tighter, running a hand down her back over her shirt, smoothing my palm up and down her spine.