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Chapter 17

NIC

Wendy’s fingers played with the short hair at the base of his neck as she tilted his face up. He held still for her as she swiped her lips over his little by little, lowering herself farther onto his lap. Her thumbs brushed over his five o’clock shadow, and Nic wondered how long it had been since he’d felt this way.

Tight and fluttery in the stomach with every pass of Wendy’s lips, every brush of her fingers. He felt… cherished?

Heart pounding, Nic let her breath skate across his cheek and parted his lips beneath Wendy with Griffith on his mind.

That’s when he’d last felt this, the last he’d tasted such an emotion was from Griffith’s tongue.

Nic didn’t know how to feel about that, and it didn’t stop him from tilting his head more into the kiss. Didn’t stop him from wanting more.

His heart lurched as Wendy pulled back, chased her with his lips until she giggled and came back to him. He wanted that feeling again, the one that sparked between them every time their lips met or every time her fingers lingered on his skin. The one that made him feel important and cared for and appreciated.

Skirting his hands along her waist, he tugged at the hem of her shirt, uncovering warm, creamy skin as he went. Wendy followed his lead, dragging her nails from the back of his neck, down his back, and to the hem of his own shirt. She pulled his shirt off first and dropped her hands to his waistband.

“Greedy little omega,” he teased, and she sat up on his lap, her hands skirting away from his waist. Her grin was downright dangerous.

“You haven’t seen anything yet. How would you feel about wearing a knot-ring?” she asked.

As if Nic wasn’t already painfully hard from Wendy grinding on him, a fresh bolt of arousal zipped right down his spine at her words. He palmed her knees and leaned up to nip her lips. “I feel so many things about that.”

Wendy slid off his lap and dragged her mystery gadget bag closer. She rummaged around inside for a comically long time. His lips twitched with humor the more she dug around, and the delight on her features when she finally located the desired toy was too cute.

“They really get tangled up in there,” she said with a puff of air.

Leaning back on his hands, he watched as Wendy stepped closer, lightly knocking his knees farther apart and dangling the cock ring from her finger. It was just as it sounded, a silicone ring that wrapped around the base of his dick. It just also happened to be shaped like a large knot.

“Someone’s gonna have fun with that,” Nic drawled as she settled between his thighs, placing the toy by his hip and hovering her hands above his zipper.

“Yeah, you are,” she retorted as she undid his pants. When they were down his thighs and she was on her knees to tug them the rest of the way off, she finished speaking. “’Cause you’re gonna be the one to make me fall apart with it.”

His cock pulsed at the image, and he helped get the rest of his clothes off under the watchful gaze of Wendy.

“Don’t move,” Wendy ordered, every bit the alpha they lacked for a moment, Nic wasn’t in any place to argue.

His breath exploded out of him as Wendy teased her fingers over his length, core tense as he kept still for her exploration. Her elbows dug into his thigh as she circled him with her hand, stroking root to tip. His breath caught when her gaze flicked to him, lowering her lips to the tip of his cock, and darted her tongue out to taste him.

His abs leapt beneath her touch. He would have laughed at how much like putty he was in the omega’s hands, but he was too busy groaning as she wrapped her lips around him and lowered her head. Warm, wet heat swallowed around him before she teased him with her tongue. Threads of pleasure were weaving deeper with each pass of her lips, her tongue. Each drag of her mouth as she lifted herself to the head and twisted her wrist beneath her lips to tug a moan from his chest.

His hips kicked involuntarily as she released him. Her heavy-lidded gaze glowing with pride as Wendy grabbed the cock ring and slid it around his cock.

The pressure of it tight around his dick was a little like having a hand squeeze around him, and Wendy slid it to his base before meeting his gaze.

Her eyes were dark with desire, the usually bright gray shadowed with sin.

“Nic,” she breathed.

He palmed her hips and dragged her up into his lap. She straddled his waist and ground against him, her pussy wet with arousal and sliding along his length as she rocked her hips on him. When did she even take those off?

“It’s gonna be good, Nic,” Wendy said, desperation in her voice.

“You don’t have to tell me,” Nic agreed, and flipped their positions. “But I wanna see.”

With Wendy’s back on the mattress, Nic slid off the bed and pulled her to the edge, her thighs parting on instinct. He palmed the mattress on either side of her head and leaned down to press a kiss to her lips. He’d meant it to just be gentle, but she nipped and bit his mouth as if he was moving too slow for her.

“You want me to hurry?” he teased.