purred low in his chest.
I couldn't be sure if he was eating my ass or rearranging the molecules in my body. It felt like the second one. When this night ended, I wouldn't be the same person who'd stepped into this room. That Storri was gone, and I didn't miss him.
Because that Storri didn't have his alpha's tongue boldly stretching my tight muscled ring.
"Faust!" His name was little more than a hiss. We'd played around like this before, but this stage had always been treated like the finale. I hadn't been ready to go further. But this night felt like it was only just beginning.
"Yes, kitten?" he asked, except he was the one purring.
"More."
His lips curved into a smile against the swell of my cheek. He took a bite, nipping just hard enough to make me mewl. "As you wish, sweet prince."
He brought his index finger up to join his tongue, but it was clear he was in no hurry. He'd worked my tight ring to the point that he could slide his finger in and out without any stretching, pinching pain, but he didn't rush to add a second.
I swayed back, rocking like a ship on the water. Faust let me use his finger to experiment with depth and angle. His finger brought me pleasure, but I could take it if I wanted.
I could see a time and place for both, though I preferred giving to taking.
I was just to the point where one finger didn't feel quite as satisfying when he introduced a second. Inside, my heart cheered like a spectator in a sporting arena.
"You're so tight, Storri. You're going to hug my dick so nicely."
I assumed from his husky tone that dick-hugging was preferred. I could also assume that Faust was on board. He wouldn't stop right when things were getting good, like it had felt like the last few times we were intimate. Knowing I was going to lose my virginity was leagues away from hoping, and my body responded in kind, tightening until it felt like my bones were lined with coiled ropes.
Faust's nostrils flared, and he groaned almost painfully. "Your scent is so sweet, omega. Your body wants me."
He wasn't stating anything we didn't both already know, but Faust seemed to be wondering out loud more than he was informing. I moaned, drunk on his touch as much as his words. Faust kissed up my spine, letting his tongue lave a trail of moisture that cooled as the air hit it. "Are you sure, Storri?"
There was enough creeping doubt in his question to send me spinning to face him. "Yes! I'm ready. So ready. Please. I ache for you."
Faust closed his eyes and inhaled slowly. "The things you say?? he murmured. "You must know what this means, understand completely what you're signing up for."
I knew, and I accepted. "You don't have to worry, Faust. I know. I'm your omega, and I am a nephilim. I know what that means. What it could mean." I also remembered Jazz explaining something about pregnancy being impossible if the nephilim and shifter weren't both in love.
Somehow, Faust understood the reason for my hesitation. "What it will mean, Storri. I have no doubt. You will swell with my child."
His cock twitched so intensely it felt like he was trying to lift my body. His hands slid up my legs, grabbing my waist.
"Wait." I grabbed his neck and held tight. "I want to see you. Please, let me watch." If I didn't, I couldn't be sure this was really happening and wasn't just a vivid dream. Recently, I'd had some that started this way.
I felt Faust's growl against my lips, but he didn't protest. He moved back, nestling between my legs instead of half on top of me. His fingers found my aching backside as he continued preparing my body for his considerable length.
When he added a third, I knew we'd gone farther than we had before. But it wasn't until he added the fourth that I lost control of my tongue. My upper body flung off the mattress. I kissed what I could reach without skill or goal. All I knew was that if I didn't get my mouth on this man, I'd explode. I dropped back, bracing my weight with my hands against the mattress so I still had a clear view of where his gathered fingers disappeared inside me.
"Yes, watch." Faust tone had changed. It was deeper, rougher.
Our eyes met, and I gasped at the need that