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“Time to sit on my face.”
She sprang up. Clothes flew in every direction. I kicked my sweatpants free and cleared the last of the boxes from the bed before I climbed on. She practically skipped to the bed and jumped on it.
I dragged her on top of me and twisted her around until her pussy settled on my face. Her soft thighs cushioned my shoulders. There were no pleasantries. Zero finesse. Only an urgency that had been triggered by the wrong Alpha in our room.
I gripped her cheeks and raised my face. My tongue was out before contact was made. The various shades of pink had my mouth watering. That beautiful, unique scent. Her hands wrapped around my cock just as my tongue burrowed its way inside her. I dragged it back out, carrying her essence to fully taste her before greedily going back in for more.
“I’m going now,” my brother shouted from somewhere in my home.
Nika groaned and ground herself on my face.
“Your brother’s scent spiritually offends Bad Girl,” she gasped, her hand pumping my cock.
She was so fucking perfect.
I gripped her arse and held her on my face until I was doused in her slick.
Until all I could smell was her.
Her soft flesh pressed against my torso. Her mouth closed around my cock.
I slowed—swirling, circling—and she sucked harder in response.
It was the most natural thing in the world. Loving every part of her. Learning her, as the bond grew between us.
She hadn’t said the words yet.
But I felt her through the bond.
I felt everything.
It was a gift I wouldn’t take for granted.
Chapter 54
Nika
His depressing grey bedroom had its perks and sitting on his face was one of them.
I gripped the space between his hips and abdomen and slid my lips up and down the blunt tip of his cock. He smelled like home.
Unlike his brother.
I whimpered when he sucked my labia—one side, then the other—before that wicked tongue worked its way back inside me.
Weeks of getting to know one another had been the deciding factor in moving in. He’d become an addictive habit from dawn to dusk. Lunch hours included. The rhythm between us was natural. Comfortable in a way that no previous partner had ever come close to.
Unlike his brother, Bad Girl grumbled.He is not natural.
Beneath it all Bad Girl had claimed Conrí and Kael completely. There was no lying to one another through the bond—not about the important things.
I inhaled through my nose, taking in the scent of him and his arousal, before I worked my lips down until the thick head pressed against the back of my throat. His groan rumbled beneath me and I felt his lips and tongue everywhere at once.
I drooled over his cock, feeling my saliva drip around him as I moved. I held on and used my mouth to fuck him—each time that rounded head squeezed into the back of my throat I ground myself against his face until I felt the prickle of his stubble.
“Nika,” he rasped against me.
That was the only warning we got.
