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“That’s it. Nice and slow. Let me feel every inch of that perfect pussy work me.”
She leans forward, bracing her hands on my shoulders, and kisses me hard while she rides me. “Knot,” she rumbles.
“Not this time, baby. Not until you’re healed up.”
She doesn’t argue, just pushes back up so that I can see those perfect tits, and continues to glide her slick pussy over my cock. I can feel her getting close again. Her thighs are trembling, her breaths turning into desperate little whimpers.
“That’s it, sugar. That’s your body telling you it’s mine. That’s my orgasm. Let me feel it.”
When she comes, it's loud and gorgeous, pussy clenching around me in rhythmic pulses. I hold her through it, murmuring praise against her neck, fighting my own orgasm because I want this to last. Her hips keep rolling through the aftershocks, slow and uncoordinated, and that's what does it. The lazy, satisfied grind of her coming down pulls me right over the edge with her. I groan into her neck and let go, hips pressing up hard as I spill inside her, her name coming out rough and wrecked against her skin.
She collapses against my chest, panting, and I wrap my arms around her, careful not to squeeze too tight.
“Best doctor ever,” she mumbles against my skin.
I laugh, pressing a kiss to her temple. “Damn right.”
She lifts her head and looks at me with soft eyes. “Thank you.”
“For the sex? Anytime, sugar.”
She snorts. “That, too. But I meant for today.”
I shrug. “It was just an excuse to get you in a bikini.”
Her eyes narrow. “I think it was more than that.”
I shift, suddenly uncomfortable under her gaze. “I wanted to give you an afternoon of fun. You’ve been cooped up inside for weeks. You needed to laugh and soak up some sun.”
Her lips curve. “Now was that so hard? To everyone else you can be the silly cowboy, but I know who you really are.”
I tuck a lock of hair behind her ear. “And who am I?”
She kisses the skin over my heart. “The sweet alpha who knows just how to take care of me. Medicine when I'm hurting, sun and fun when I'm not.” She bites her bottom lip, looking suddenly shy. “I don’t take that for granted.”
I swallow, then tell her the truth. “I didn’t realize how much I needed you until I found you.”
She doesn’t joke or deflect. Only looks at me, really looks, for a long, quiet moment.
“Me, too.”
thirty-three
Camelia
It’s been two days since Beck dragged me out to the pool in that tiny pink bikini, and I still haven’t come down from the high.
He followed me back to my room that afternoon and didn’t leave my side for two entire days. I didn’t mind one bit. If anything, I loved it. Beck is a talker, especially during sex. He never shuts up. Always praising, always commenting on how I look, how I feel around him, how wet I am, how perfect my tits are when they bounce, how crazy I make him. There might be an omega out there who isn’t into constant filthy praise, but it’s definitely not me.
But now he’s back at work, and the house feels too quiet.
Leith is out doing whatever mysterious Leith things he does. Piers is probably off buying and selling half the world. I wander through the house, a little restless, a little lonely, until I find myself heading toward the back where Finn’s office is tucked away.
The door is open. I pause in the doorway, taking him in.
Finn is at his desk, laptop open, surrounded by papers and notebooks, but he’s not working. He’s sitting there, staring out the massive windows at the beautiful gardens beyond with a soft, thoughtful expression on his face. Late afternoon light pours in, catching the dark strands of his hair and making him look like he just stepped out of a painting. The faint trace of his scent reaches me from across the room and my omega settles immediately.
He hasn’t noticed me yet, so I let myself watch him for a moment longer. Quiet, brilliant Finn. The one who sneaks in colorful pillows and kisses me like I’m something precious.
