Chapter 86: Forget Divorce...I’m Gonna Kill Him (18+)

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I could feel the first signs of slickness starting to build between my legs, embarrassingly fast, and the humiliation of it burned almost as hot as the pleasure.

Oh my god. Not now. Not from this.

"Wait— no. That’s not...!"

Lorenzo’s hands slowed, he paused for what felt like a long time, palms resting heavily on the backs of my thighs, and then I felt him lean in.

The shift of his weight was slow and the soft inhale of my scent that followed was even more so.

"Well," he said, his voice dropping into something darker, more amused. "Isn’t that interesting."

My whole body locked up, heat flooded my face so fast I felt dizzy.

"You’re wet, aren’t you?" His tone was almost contemplative, like he was examining a particularly fascinating puzzle. "All I did was touch your back and you’re already dripping."

"Fuck off," I managed, but it came out thinner than I wanted, ruined by how my hips tried to move away from the sudden intensity of his focus. "I’m not wet because of you! You’re delusional and stop smelling me, you creep!"

He didn’t let me escape.

One hand settled at the small of my back, pinning me easily, while the other slid higher, fingers trailing through the oil and then lower until they brushed against the sensitive skin of my inner thighs.

"Don’t even try to deny it," he said, almost gently. "I can smell your arousal...I am your Alpha, aren’t I? You can’t lie to me about these things."

I tried to glare over my shoulder but probably just looked flushed and furious. My voice cracked despite my best efforts. "It’s–it’s a n...normal reaction, it doesn’t mean anything."

"I’m going to kill you."

He was already moving, shifting so he could straddle the backs of my thighs, weight solid and unavoidable.

The hand on my back stayed firm. The other reached under me, fingers finding one of my nipples with uncanny accuracy, pinching lightly, just enough to make my whole body jolt.

"These get hard so easily," he murmured, rolling the sensitive bud between his fingers while I hissed, trying not to move toward it. "Sensitive here too... of course you are."

"Lorenzo—Ah—! Hands off!"

"That’s not— fuck— fair."

"You want me, don’t you? Every time I pinch, you make that noise." He did it again, harder this time, and the broken sound that escaped me was a complete betrayal. "Do it again."

Yes...fuck! I did want him, my whole body was basically screaming for Lorenzo!

But I’d rather jump off a flying helicopter without a parachute than tell him that!

"Stop touching them! I’m serious." I said through gritted teeth: "If you keep that up, I’m going to—"

I cursed him under my breath, a string of fragmented insults that only made him laugh softly.

Switching to the other nipple, he pinched and rolled before leaning down to replace his fingers with his mouth.

The first warm touch of his tongue made my hips jerk hard against the mattress.

He sucked slowly as his teeth grazing just enough to send sparks racing down my spine, and I could feel more slickness spilling out of me, soaking the sheets beneath us.

The oil made everything louder...the wet sounds of his mouth, the slick slide of my body against the bedding, the way my breathing had turned ragged and uneven.

"You hate how much you like this, don’t you?" he asked against my skin, voice calm enough that it felt almost worse than if he had been mocking me.

"Look at you. One pair of hands on your back and you’re already leaking for me." Lorenzo chuckled, "Such a needy Omega. Say you don’t want this and I’ll stop."

"Lorenzo, I swear—"

Why am I not fighting harder? Why part of me want him to keep going?!

"You’re insane. You’re... you’re actually insane!"

I tried to twist away and just ended up grinding my cock harder against the sheets.

He made a low sound of approval, shifting lower, hands spreading me open gently like he had on my shoulders.

The cool air against my hole made me clench instinctively. Then his tongue dragged over my slick hole in one long, filthy stroke, and every coherent thought in my head short-circuited.

"Lorenzo—! You can’t just— ah—!"

"There it is," he said, almost fondly, his voice muffled against me. "Already so wet for me."

He licked again, slower this time, circling the rim with the flat of his tongue before pressing inside just enough to make my thighs tremble.

"I’m going to eat you out. Don’t argue."

My hips kept pushing back against his mouth no matter how hard I tried to stay still.

He held me open and ate me out like he had all the time in the world, tongue fucking into me in deep, filthy strokes while I made sounds I was going to hate myself for later.

The oil and slickness mixed into something obscenely wet, the sounds filling the room, and every time I clenched around his tongue, he made a low, satisfied noise that vibrated through me.

"Fuck— wait—! T...too much... it’s too—!"

"Listen to you," he murmured between licks, voice rough with amusement. "All that attitude and you’re dripping down my chin."

Another long, slow drag of his tongue. "This is what you really needed to relax from all your training, isn’t it? Not the massage...this. You just wanted your husband to love you a little, hm?"

I was past coherent thoughts.

My fingers were white-knuckled in the sheets, my thighs shaking, every muscle that had been sore and tight now pulled tight for a completely different reason.

He kept going, relentless and controlled, sucking lightly at my rim and then pushing his tongue deeper until I was rocking back against his face with zero dignity left.

The pleasure built fast and sharp, coiling low in my gut, and I felt myself getting close, the edge rushing up with humiliating speed.

I’m going to come from this.

I’m actually going to come just from his mouth, and I can’t even pretend it’s not happening.

He sensed it too. Of course he did. Just as the tension peaked, just as my whole body started to lock up around the inevitable crash, he pulled back.

His mouth left me with a wet sound that made me whimper, and then he was just... looking at me, breathing normally while I was wrecked and trembling, so close it hurt.

"Not yet," he said, quiet and final. One hand stroked lightly up the inside of my thigh, almost soothing, while the other kept me pinned. "You’ll come when I say you can."

I made a noise that was pure frustrated rage, my hips jerking uselessly against the sheets.

How dare he take me halfway to heaven with his tongue and then decide like "hey you know what? I’m done, see ya!"

"You’re never touching me again!" I yelled with a gasp..."I hope you trip and fall down the stairs and break your vampire neck! I’m going to win that fight just so I can divorce you just for this!"

He watched me for a long moment, those dark eyes full of a quiet, possessive satisfaction that made me want to hit him and kiss him all at once.

"Breathe," he said, almost gently again. "That’s enough for tonight."

His thumb brushed where my thigh met my ass, collecting the slick leaking out of me. "Next time you get this wet from something so small, I’m not stopping."

Quietly, almost against my will, the traitor in my throat whispered, "...Don’t stop."

I was still trembling, still aching, still so close that every little movement made the denied orgasm pulse behind my eyes.

He leaned down and placed a soft, almost affectionate kiss on the small of my back, right over the areas he’d worked earlier.

"When you lose that fight," he murmured against my skin, "I’m going to have you like this every night. Just think about how much worse it’ll be when I finally make love to you...and fuck you."

I couldn’t even come up with a proper insult.

All I could do was lie there, slick and dripping and furious at how completely he’d unraveled me with just his hands and mouth, while he sat back and watched me fall apart with that same calm, satisfied expression that told me he already knew exactly how this was going to end.