54. Hungry 🍋

Sona pressed her lips together and tilted her head upward with her eyes closed. Taos’ hands moved to her ass, lifting her ever so slightly onto her toes, as he sank lower into the water…his mouth moving dangerously downward.
*Devour me.*
She couldn’t prevent her whimper. Taos growled in male satisfaction. But she couldn’t risk telling him that it was horror at her response—not just horror. Fluster. The innuendo sent her into a tizzy that made her want to burst into a fit of nervous laughter. Just like her first time when she was sixteen. She was a godsdamned adult.
*Get yourself together, dammit*, she snapped at herself. *Just…let it happen. Enjoy it. Enjoy...his attention. Conri…* Now that she thought about it, sex with Conri hadn’t been good in months. She’d been deprived of basic needs and it had been building up without her even realizing it; shit had been so insane that she didn’t realize it.
But as the powerful Alpha of the Redbone pack—the most feared werewolf in current history—dragged teeth and tongue across her skin, his fingers pressing into the flesh of her backside, Sona wanted to forget that he annoyed the hell out of her. She wanted to put aside, just for a little while, her dislike for his proclivity for all the carnal things she snubbed. Blood and bone? Barbaric. But right now, that didn’t matter at all. All that *did* was his ability to make her mind go blind and dizzy.
Sona’s hands grappled at her shoulders with trembling fingers. Her limbs felt shaky and limp as if she’d hit her elbow point. *You’re honestly pathetic, Sona*, she sighed inwardly.
“You taste like dirty water and dirt,” Taos murmured against her, kisses only making it to the surface—why he was lifting her up; to get as close to her sensitive area as possible without getting a mouthful of water.
“Romantic,” she rasped, tilting her head forward. Her hair spilled over her shoulders down to her midriff. Taos grumbled when he had to blink it out of his eyes. She mumbled a halfhearted apology. “What do you want me to taste like?”
“Whatever I want to lick off of you.”
Her entire body shivered and rendered her speechless. She could only think to do them both a favor and press herself closer, lower, so her breasts were level with his face. Taos’ rumbling growl was devastating. His breath was hot against her sternum as he kissed and sucked there. Not warm enough to calm her peaked nipples, however.
Sona’s fingers knotted in his damp red hair, curving them, pulling the strands. Her spine curved toward him, wanting skinship. Taos wanted it too; his arms encircled her and wrenched her flush against him—roughly, with a solid yank. It knocked a gasp out of her, reflex making her lock her legs around his waist as he rose to his knees. He matched her sound with a grunt and moved his arms under her ass to support her weight, simultaneously rolling his hips so his hardened cock nudged her pelvis.
She bit her lip so hard it hurt, bringing tears to her eyes that she kept open as she rested her cheek to the crown of Taos’ head, arms wrapped around his neck, holding his face to her chest. His mouth had no intention to follow linear structure—sternum, the top of her breast, up toward her collarbone, the curve of her other breast, the underside of her jaw… A fervor that could only mean that his mind was blind and dizzy too.
Taos was groaning with every kiss, grinding himself against her; pained, hungry, frustrated moans through gritted teeth. “Fuck, Sona, *fuck*…”
She didn’t feel like herself. It was like her carnal werewolf instincts were overriding her self-control. She felt guileful. “Is that what you want to do?” she breathed.
Taos’ body was wracked with a shiver, powerful arms squeezing her impossibly close. His teeth scraped the side of her breast when he groaned with disgruntlement, “*Yes*.”
Sona closed her eyes. Her heart was pounding in her ears. It almost drowned out his—
*Did he ever falter? Was he ever unsure?*
The answer was yes. His heart did falter. And it was her that made it unsteady.
“When?”
*“Right now.”*
She had always been submissive and had no issue with it. If she felt like being dominant, Conri had no qualms. With Taos, she wanted to be submissive. He could do whatever he wanted to her.
Her inhibitions drowned right then and there. Waiting to take it slow? Wanting to wait until they were bound by law?
Waiting until she wasn’t just an Omega-class healer but a Luna?
Fuck it.
Taos wanted her now. *Sona* wanted him now.
What was the use in waiting when their bodies cried out for each other?
“Clothes. Off.”
Sona almost laughed. He was so turned on that he could barely speak. “Me first,” she said breathlessly. “You…you do it.”
“With pleasure,” Taos growled.
Without warning he jerked to his feet, trudging through the water with her in his arms, hoisting her roughly onto the edge of the pool. A gasp ripped out of her as her ass hit the marble floor. “Ouch.”
“Lean back.”
“Okay.”
Sona obliged, resting her weight on her elbows, watching him through hooded eyes. The torchlight and its reflections off the water limned the contours of his toned muscles. His chest heaved with breath as he stared back at her. Domineering. Perfect, savage male. What an Alpha wanted, he got.
And she was ready to give it to him. Give *herself* to him.
There was no going back now.
Her heels found purchase on the edge. She lifted her hips and breathed, “Go on.”
Taos’ arms lurched forward, deftly snatching the waistband and yanking it down to her knees. She let her back hit the ground to straighten her legs. Hunger glazed Taos’ eyes.
*No going back*.
He started to pull—then stopped. The haze cleared just a little as he met her own eyes. “Are you sure about this, Sona?”
“Do it.”
“I want you.” His voice was like stone against stone. “I want you so bad it fucking hurts.”
Sona jerked into sitting; Taos yanked off her pants and flung them behind him. But the emotion in his tone overshadowed the fact that she was fully naked and the Redbone Alpha could see right between her legs.