Page 266 of Immune

Right. Voice. Grounding.

I kiss her thigh again. “You’re in my room. Door’s locked. Music’s on. Headphones are around your neck. Your hat’s on the table and you have a knife under the pillow because you’re both terrifying and prepared.”

Her eyes flick to the pillow.

I grin against her thigh. “Yeah, I saw that.”

“Keep talking.”

I kiss even higher, my lips brushing her skin as I continue. “You smell like wild honey and rain, and it’s ruining my life in the most diabolical way.”

Her breath stutters.

“Still here?” I ask.

“Still here.”

“Good girl.”

That gets a jolt out of her, and I stop instantly. “No?”

Her eyes are wide. Then, slowly, she breathes, “Again.”

My grip tightens on her thigh.

Bloody fucking hell.

“Good girl,” I repeat, lower this time.

Her scent flares so hard my mouth waters, so I put it on her. Dakota’s entire body jerks, so I hold her hips gently but firmly enough to keep her with me. Not trapped, just anchored.

My tongue moves slow at first, learning what makes her breath catch, what makes her thighs tremble, and what makes her hand fly to my hair and pull. She tastes sweet and salty and full of heat, Omega slick wet on my tongue, and the first real moan she gifts me damn near fucking wrecks me.

“There,” she says, voice breaking. “There.”

I stay there. Of course I do. I use my fingers too, one first, sliding into the hot, tight grip of her body while my mouth continues to work her swollen clit. Her back bows, and her hand tugs hard on my hair.

“Ewan.”

I hum against her and she curses beautifully. I add another finger when she asks for more, slow and careful, curling them until she makes a sexy little sound that punches a hole right through me. I keep my other hand on her stomach, thumb stroking and grounding.

“Breathe, Tiny Terror.”

“I am.”

“You’re panting like you just chased a sheep uphill.”

Her laugh blends into a moan. “You chase a lot of sheep?”

“I’m Welsh,” I tell her. “We don’t share national secrets during oral sex.”

Her hips jerk, and then the greedy Omega gasps before demanding, “Again.”

“The goat joke or my tongue?” I ask.

“Don’t make me answer that.”

I grin against her and give her what she wants. It doesn’t take much before she comes with a sharp, startled cry, body clenching tightly around my fingers and slick flooding hot over my hand.