Page 53 of Unhinged Alphas

“It’s okay,” I say again, as gently as I can.

He gazes at me with gratitude and adoration. It makes my heart clench in my chest. Slowly, I take Wraith's hand in mine. His palm dwarfs mine, rough and calloused where I'm soft and smooth. I guide it back down my body, over the swell of my breast, across my stomach, quivering under his touch.

I pause at the edge of my panties, my eyes locked on Wraith's. Silently asking permission, offering him an out if this is too much.

But Wraith doesn't hesitate. He lets me guide his hand lower, until his palm is cupping me through the thin cotton of my underwear. The heat of his touch sears through the fabric, igniting the fire low in my belly.

A soft gasp escapes me at the contact, my hips lifting slightly of their own accord. Wraith's eyes darken further, pupils huge. His fingers twitch against me, as if he's fighting the urge to explore further.

"You can touch me there," I breathe, my voice barely above a whisper. "If you want to."

Wraith's gaze searches mine for a long moment, looking for any sign of hesitation or fear. But there is none. Only trust and desire and a need so deep it scares me.

Slowly, so slowly, his fingers begin to move.

Wraith's fingers hesitate at the edge of my panties for just a moment before slipping underneath. I gasp as he makes contact with my bare skin, my hips lifting involuntarily to press against his hand.

"Oh," I breathe as his fingers explore me tracing along my folds. I can feel how wet I am already, my body eagerly responding to his touch. A flush creeps up my cheeks as I realize just how aroused I've become. When I see the curiosity mingled with genuine concern in his eyes, I realize I should probably explain since I have no idea how much or how little he knows about this.

Or omega anatomy in general.

"That, um... that happens when we get excited," I say awkwardly, not meeting his gaze. "We get… slick. To make mating easier."

I peek up at Wraith, worried I've said too much,but he just looks fascinated. And even hungrier. It makes my insides clench with want.

His fingers continue their gentle exploration, but I can tell he's not quite sure what to do. The realization hits me again. He's never done this before. He has no idea how to pleasure a woman.

I reach down, gently grasping his wrist to guide him.

"Here," I whisper, moving his fingers to my clit. "This is where it feels really good."

I show him how to circle the sensitive spot, gasping at the jolts of pleasure that shoot through me at his touch. Wraith watches my face intently, cataloging every reaction, every tiny shift in my expression.

When he applies just the right amount of pressure, a moan escapes me before I can stop it. Wraith's eyes widen, a low, raspy growl rumbling in his chest. The sound makes me shiver with excitement and he freezes again.

"N-no, that's good," I breathe, my voice hitching as he continues the movements I showed him. "Just like that."

I guide his hand lower, to my entrance now. "You can... put your fingers inside, if you want," Isay softly, suddenly feeling shy despite our intimacy. "Just be gentle at first."

Wraith nods, his touch impossibly tender as he slowly slides a finger inside me. The stretch is familiar, my body eagerly accepting the intrusion.

"Fuck," I breathe, resisting the urge to squirm as I spread my thighs open wider for him. "Yes… now, curl your finger in. Just like this," I say, crooking my middle fingers inward to show him.

He follows my lead and his finger hits that spot inside me that makes stars explode behind my eyelids. When he adds a second finger on his own, I can't help the whimper that escapes me. His two fingers together are as thick as a cock. Maybe thicker.

He freezes again, staring at me.

"No, don't stop," I say quickly, grasping his wrist to keep him in place. "I'm okay. I promise. It's just... a lot. In a good way."

He searches my face for a long moment, looking for any sign of distress. When he finds none, he slowly resumes his movements, watching me carefully for any change in my expression.

The coil of ecstasy in my belly winds tighter with each thrust of his fingers, each circle of his thumb over my clit. I didn't even teach him that, he's clearlyjust a quick learner. Or he actually pays attention. I can feel myself getting close, teetering on the edge of coming apart.

"Wraith," I gasp, my free hand fisting in the sheets. "I'm... I'm going to..."

He doesn't need me to finish the sentence. His movements become more purposeful, more intense, driving me higher and higher until I'm sure I'll shatter from the pleasure.

And then, with a particularly clever twist of his fingers, I do.