She moves backward until her legs hit the bed, and it’s so easy to lift her small frame, to throw her up to the middle of the mattress so that I can crawl over her. My mouth never leaves her body, not for a second, my tongue and teeth tasting every inch of her I can reach as she squirms beneath me.
“Burns,” she hisses as my tongue laves at the swell of her breast. “Hurts, Noah.”
“Shh,” I soothe, swirling my tongue around her nipple as my fingers brush a line down her stomach. “I’m going to make it better.”
It’s a mess between her legs, her slick streaming from her to coat her thighs and the blankets and my hand as I tease my fingers through the wet crease of her. She groans when I push two inside, and they slip in easily, making a lewd sound that rings in my ears with every slow in and out.
She rolls her hips against my hand as her fingers tangle in my hair, and I moan against her nipple when she tugs, her nails scratching my scalp in a silent urging that I hurry. If I felt unlike myself in the times that I’ve touched her before this—right now I feel like another person altogether. Gone is my rationality and my worries about what might come after this, and in their place there is just the raw need for her, to give her everything she’s asking me for.
I wrap my hands around her waist, flipping her to her stomach without warning, and she makes some surprised sound when she goes, wriggling in my grip.
“Noah, what are you—”
“Lift your hips,” I urge, tugging at her waist. “I want to see you.”
Her legs are trembling, so much so that I have to help her lift her ass in the air to bare the hottest part of her, my blood thrumming at the sight of her slick trickling down her thighs as if taunting me to lap it up.
I think it catches her by surprise when I do just that, pressing my tongue to the back of her thigh and cleaning the thin, clear line of her slick with my tongue until I can nuzzle between her legs. She makes some garbled sound against the mattress as I lick through her folds, dipping my tongue inside her only to draw it out and pat at the swollen bundle of her clit, which is practically throbbing now.
I can taste it on her, her heat; like honey and liquid sex and all of it enough to ensure that I am out of my mind for her. I eat at her hungrily, my lips and tongue working through the soft flesh of her as my hand curls under her belly to find her clit and roll it under my fingertips. She pushes back against my face in surprise when I begin to tease her clit, and I hold her there, lapping at her like a starving animal as I work her sensitive bud with my fingers.
“N-Noah,” she gasps, her lower half shaking. “Noah, I—ah. I—”
“Alpha,” I practically growl against her, applying more pressure against her clit with my fingers. “I want you to call me Alpha.”
I don’t sound like me, I don’t feel like me—but the normally calm, composed Noah seems to have taken a back seat, unable to even fight the raw instincts that are driving me now. That Noah stands no chance against the warm, pliant omega who’s begging for his touch.
I let my tongue slip inside her again, enjoying the sharp cry it draws from her.
“Alpha.”
The word makes my blood sing, makes parts of me I never knew about twist and howl with delight. I can feel her trembling all over now, hear her toes popping and her breath catching, and I know she’s close. I can smell it on her. Can feel it on my tongue. I close my eyes as I slide my tongue through this part of her, never relenting, unable to do so until I can feel her coming apart against my mouth.
And when she does, there is no relief for me, as I thought there might be. When she dissolves into a shaking mess that is mewling my name as her slick gushes against my mouth—that howling inside only worsens, only cries out for more.
I’m not gentle, not like I’d prefer to be, when I push up to my knees. My hands at her hips are too rough as I pull her back against me, my palm too heavy as I hold her ass in place just so I can rub the heated length of my cock against the slick center of her. She doesn’t give me any indication that she minds, seeming to welcome it instead—but there is a flash of clarity in the cloud of her heat then, one that has me going very still even though I’m only seconds from burying myself inside her.
“I need you to be sure,” I grind out, my alpha growling in protest at having stopped. “I need you to be sure you want me to do this. If I knot you now . . .” I suck in a ragged breath. “I don’t know if I’ll be able to stop.”
I feel Mackenzie’s slim fingers reaching to touch my knuckles, rubbing a soothing circle as her face turns against the mattress to look back at me. “Please, Alpha,” she whispers hoarsely. “Please give me your knot.”