Plink, plink, plink.
Each ring came off until he made it to the gold signet ring on his right ring finger.
A rattling whoosh left me as that ring finally hit the tray and his attention was on me again.
Bare fingers reached for me now as he gently cradled my chin in one hand, just underneath my jaw, and tilted it up for a quick, hungry kiss.
Edison’s hand continued to slide down, giving my throat a soft squeeze before slipping down in between my aching breasts and along the curve of my stomach until they came to a stop at the top of my panties.
Hooking both thumbs inside of the elastic on either side of my hips, Edison began to tug them down my legs, leaving me truly naked underneath him now.
“I’m going to need to get you ready again, like last time,” Edison murmured and then I watched as he dropped down to one knee and pressed his mouth in between my legs.
“Wait!” I gasped, shoving my hands in between his face and my pussy. “What are you doing?”
Edison shot me a questioning look. “Getting you prepared?”
“Aren’t you going to do it with your fingers? Like last time?”
Edison’s confusion morphed at my question and his lips pulled up into a mischievous grin. “Fingers will still be involved, but I want to taste you, pet.”
“But it’s dirty!” I’d read about it, of course, but I always figured that it wasn’t something real men wanted to do outside of romance novels.
“That’s kind of the point. Did you know an omega’s scent is strongest in their pussies? It’s actually making it hard for me to focus on this conversation—it smells that good,” he said, giving my hands a little tap. “Now move your hands, omega, and then lean back and enjoy what I’m about to do for you. I don’t get on my knees for just anyone.”
My face flushed with warmth as I begrudgingly moved my hands and gave Edison a full view of my slick-soaked pussy.
Squeezing my eyes shut tight, I resisted the urge to put my hands over my face just as I’d done the night of our wedding. I’d never regretted being a virgin so much as I did now—even when I thought I was going to die as one.
Edison had so much experience and it felt like I was constantly playing a game of catch up whenever we were together.
As I muddled through my embarrassment and self-consciousness, Edison was oblivious to my thoughts and soon I felt a thick finger slide inside of the tight entrance of my pussy.
“Pet, you’re going to have to try and relax or I’m afraid you’ll snap my cock in half when I try to put it in,” the alpha chastised gently as he worked the digit inside of me before pulling it out.
Then the finger was replaced by something soft and wet. With my eyes closed it took me a moment to realize that it was his tongue that was now pressed against the wet folds of my pussy, slipping up to my clit before sliding back down to the too-tight entrance below.
My hips jerked against his face and my eyes flew open to stare at the fancy coffered ceiling of the study.
Edison’s hands gripped my legs, throwing them over his shoulders and forcing my pelvis to tilt up, giving him a better angle as his tongue continued to tease.
I knew I was going to experience many new things being Edison’s wife, but this was something I never thought I’d feel. Every brush of his tongue, suck of his lips, or press of his nose brought new, electric sensations ricocheting up my body.
Without realizing I was doing it, my fingers slipped back down my body and into the black curls on Edison’s head. I gripped them tightly, nails scraping the skin of his scalp as my hips rolled involuntarily against his face.
I wasn’t sure if I was holding him to me or trying to push him away, but either way Edison’s growl vibrating nearly sent me careening over the edge.
“Pull it harder, pet,” he rumbled against me, his fingers coming up to join his tongue, slipping inside of my pussy with more ease than before. “I like a little pain.”
My fingers tightened and I felt him shudder between my legs as his mouth returned to finish the job.
And boy, did it. The addition of his fingers was too much for my needy body and I had to clamp my lips together to keep from screaming as I shuddered around his tongue and fingers, my thighs pressing into the sides of his head as I came.
My back bowed again as I worked to inhale a drag of air through my nose. As I came down, I loosened my grip on his hair and pressed a hand to my heaving chest, trying to calm the spasms ricocheting up my body from my first orgasm in weeks.
Edison’s head popped up from in between my legs, a grin on his face as he licked the shining slick from his fingers and wiped his mouth.
“Next time,” he murmured as he slid up my body and gave me a surprisingly chaste kiss. “I want to hear you scream.”
“But we’re in the middle of the house,” I protested, my voice hoarse from holding my moans in.
“Exactly,” Edison said as I heard the sound of his zipper as he opened his dark slacks. “I want them all to hear how much their master pleases their mistress.”
Something hot pressed to my still twitching pussy, sliding in between the folds up and down. His cock, I realized hazily as I lifted my head just in time to see the bulbous head brush up into view.
“Did Oona give you the birth control I asked for?”
I nodded. It had confused me at first because the whole point of my being here was so that I could give birth to his child. It didn’t make much sense for me to try and prevent pregnancy, no matter how low of a chance there was of it happening outside of my heat.
But I’d done as I was told.
“Good,” Edison pressed the thick head of his cock to the weeping entrance of my pussy. “Because I’m about to fill you up with so much cum that we’re going to really test the potency of those little pills.”
Edison put his hands on either side of my head, holding himself above me as we stared at each other.
“This might hurt, pet, so I want you to put that pretty mouth of yours right here and give it all back to me tenfold,” Edison nodded at his shoulder.
“I don’t want to bite you,” I said, suddenly feeling shy again.
