Page 40 of For All My Effort

His legs managed to spread mine so he could fit between my thighs. Still meeting my gaze, one of his hands pulled my own away from my chest, pressing them high above my head.

Arousal was quickly pooling in my core, anticipation tingling throughout my body making me put in a lot of effort to hold myself still. Even my toes wanted to curl with excitement.

I thought he would enter me. I thought my mate was going to thrust his already hard cock into me.

Instead, he gently kissed my nose. Then the side of my lips, just at the corner where it met my cheek. Another kiss under my chin, on my neck, my collarbone. Slowly, so very fucking slowly, he made his way down my body. He took his time at my breasts, even tracing my hard nipples with his tongue.

My chest was heaving dramatically, my body undecided between being stiff for his ministrations or trying to shift until I enticed him to just fuck me.

Seb didn’t seem to pay me any attention—not beyond where his mouth was.

He kept moving downward, kissing toward my belly button, both hips, before I realized his intention was more than just about torturing me.

His shoulders settled between my thighs, spreading me so wide that I felt a slight strain in each leg. My mate continued to kiss me. At this point, he was full-on teasing me. I felt his fingers touch my core, spreading me so I was even more open for him.

I wanted to look, and I didn’t. My back arched, trying to raise my hips closer to his hot breath but my mate just pressed another gentle kiss.

“Please,” I begged. “Seb, I need more.”

“I know you do, princess. There’s just something so unbelievably sexy having you whine for me.”

His lips gently pressed against my clit, the feeling of direct contact on that sensitive spot had my hips jerking. With a demand for more or less, I wasn’t sure.

I was panting, breathing hard from the pleasure. I needed more. More than just one spot at a time.

“I thought princesses were in charge?” I asked.

Seb chuckled, the sound vibrating against me and ratcheting up my pleasure. “Tell me what you want then, princess. Should I suck harder on this little clit? Do you want me to press my fingers inside you and curl them just right? Or if you’re feeling adventurous, I could explore this naughty hole back here.”

My head was shaking. His words were too much, melting every conscious ability I had to acknowledge what he was saying, to beg for any of those things. I just needed him. More slick was pouring from me with each of his dirty questions.

I reached for him, my hands coming to the back of his head as I shoved his face back where I wanted. He obeyed, even going so far as to lick up the slick pouring from me. I barely felt his first finger pressing inside me, I was so wet. Then he pulled it out, using my slick as he touched my clit, petting it, circling it, making more slick leak from me that he lapped up.

All of my muscles were clenching down on nothing. It was nearly painful how badly I wanted to feel him inside me as he continued to play with my body.

My orgasm was close, I knew it by the way my muscles were so tense, in the fact that my eyes were scrunched tight in anticipation of something to come … I just couldn’t get there until he was inside me.

I knew he felt my desperation, felt how close I was, because he started to truly devour me. His tongue pressed and licked into my opening, his finger still moving over my bundle of nerves. No matter how hard I pressed his head against me, his tongue and fingers just weren’t enough.

Tears streaked down the sides of my face, the arousal and need mixing together desperately.

I was sure that I wouldn’t be able to come like this, that it was just an easy way to torture me, taking what he wanted all the while knowing I was riding that edge.

One of his hands creeped up my body, playing with my breasts before moving to the side of my ribs, almost up to my armpit and tracing something there.

Then, all of a sudden, it was like my body simply exploded with pleasure. My orgasm stole my breath as all my muscles locked down, my back arched, my toes curled, my vision became white with bliss.

I had no idea how long it took for me to come down from my own climax. But I was breathing hard, my body warm and covered in sweat, my heart still pounding hard throughout my body so I could feel the beat all the way down to my toes and reverberating up in my ears.

Seb was still down between my legs, gently lapping at my cum and slick mixture.

“You taste so good, princess,” he told me, probably realizing I was finally grounded again. “I love being down here and looking up, seeing you enjoy my tongue and fingers and wearing my mark.”

That’s what his fingers were still absently tracing just under my armpit on my side. His claiming mark on my body.

I was pretty sure he had more to say, but my stomach growled, reminding me that I’d slept in, and had an orgasm before feeding myself. Seb smirked, immediately reaching for his phone and telling me he’d have one of the other alphas bring up something to eat.

“Don’t bother, I want to stretch my legs a little. We can go down,” I told him.