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“Margot,” Kit called, his voice tinged with alpha growl. “I can smell your slick.”
“Yeah, well, I can hear you touching yourself,” I called back, attempting to be sassy and sounding like an amateur phone sex worker.
“You said hands to ourselves. I am keeping my hands to myself.” He wasoutrageouslysmug, and I was torn between being offended, and kind of turned on by his gall.
“You know that’s not what I meant,” I replied, picking up my pace, desperate to reach a peak that was feeling increasingly impossible to get to.
I didn’t want my stupid thin, bony finger. Kit wasrightthere, smelling like a thick knot and a delicious stretch andwhy the fuck was I getting myself off right now?
“Come here,” Kit ordered, careful not to infuse any command into his voice. “I want to watch, and Iknowyou do, too.”
“Cocky alpha,” I grumbled, the ire in my words slightly undercut by the speed in which I shucked my sleep shorts and knickers, walking into the bathroom with just a t-shirt on.
“Shirt off,” Kit said immediately, in the exact position I’d imagined him in. My inner thighs were already damp with slick, and I quickly threw off my shirt, heading for the shower before I started making a mess on the floor.
Kit straightened, perfect cock in hand and eyes heated as he watched me approach, standing out of the way of the entry and gesturing to the wide stone bench at the other end of the shower.
I frowned, glancing between him and the seat.
“Hands to ourselves,” he reminded me with a lazy smirk, pumping his cock for added emphasis.
“You’re not going to touch me?” I all but gasped, a spike of pure omega rage hitting me square in the chest before I shoved it back down.He’s not mine. I have no right to be mad.
We’re not even supposed to be getting naked together at all.
“Not with my hands.”
Well, that cured the anger, at least.
“We’ll see about that,” I replied, sitting on the shower bench and propping one foot up flat next to me, opening my thighs for him. The soft golden light from the wall sconces reflected off my slick-soaked skin, and I made a show of catching a trickle of arousal and dragging it up to my swollen clit. Kit’s back hit the tiled wall with a thud, his hand tightening around his cock, the head looking angry and purple and weeping with precum that he was wasting down the shower drain.
Ineededthat cum. In my mouth, in my pussy, I wasn’t fussy.
“Omega,” he growled, prompting another pulse in my womb and a sudden gush of slick.
Alpha. The word was on the tip of my tongue, a moaned plea for release, for protection, foreverything, all at once, but I bit it back. His feelings were already complicated enough, and I didn’t even want to examine mine.
This was temporary, temporary, temporary.
I wished he wouldn’t look at me like it wasn’t.
Kit took a step toward me, still pumping his shaft in controlled, deliberate strokes.
“Hands to ourselves,” he reminded me, flashing me a toothy smile that I didn’t recall ever seeing before. There was no time to analyse it, though, not when he was dropping to his knees with a thud in front of me. “Spread. Let me lick that pretty clit until you’re gushing down my chin.”
I made a semi-rabid noise of agreement that I was pretty sure I’d never made in my life, propping my other foot up on the bench and spreading myself obscenely for Kit’s viewing pleasure.
Kit’s back muscles must have been straining as he leaned over me, careful not to touch me with his hands as he lowered his mouth to my pussy, licking up my slick with an obnoxious slurp.
He groaned in ecstasy, briefly sitting back on his heels, his eyes drifting shut. “You taste like a fucking dream, Margot.”
“Shh. You’re reminding me of all the reasons why this is a bad idea.”
Kit snorted. “You give your slick too much credit.”
Before I could formulate a reply, Kit got to work, his tongue doing something frankly magical to my clit that had my brain short-circuiting.
I reached for his head without thinking, but I’d only brushed the tip of his hair when Kit pulled away, raising an eyebrow at me.
