The thrill of his words sank through me just in time for him to pull me back onto his cock, all the way down. My lips sealed around the base of his shaft, and he held me still, fucking deeper. “That’s it, sweetheart.”

We stayed like that, frozen, as my supply of air diminished. I swallowed out of reflex, and Luke moaned. “God damn, Omega. Your throat is a fucking miracle.”

He didn’t move, holding me down. It was hard to describe the peace and joy zipping through my veins. It felt so strange to be drenched in euphoria with a cock down my throat.

There were no decisions to be made. Only an Alpha to be savored. He was giving me exactly what I asked for. Taking control and allowing me the freedom to do nothing but feel.

He pulled me off, and the world slammed back into full color with air in my lungs. It didn’t change the feral, deep joy I was feeling. Lack of oxygen wasn’t tainting my thoughts.

“I could fuck your throat all night, sweetheart. Maybe someday I’ll watch a movie and you’ll spend it on your knees for me. Would you like that?”

“Yes.”

“Get on the bed.”

He helped me, spinning me so my head hung into open space. “Open. I’m going to use your throat to come before all my other plans for you.”

I closed my eyes and opened my mouth. It was even easier to take him like this. Luke’s hands landed on mine, pinning them to bed as his hips worked my throat in long, rolling strokes.

“Yes.” He ground out. “Yes. Yes. Fuck, Esme.”

The delicious heat of him filled my mouth along with the delicate taste of the ocean. There was too much—leaking from between my lips and over my face. I didn’t care. I was wanton and desperate. They could all come in and coat me with cum and I would welcome it.

They made me drunk on their very essence, and the lack of sex this week only made it more acute.

Luke stepped back, helping me slide onto the bed so my head was supported. His breath came in heaving lungfuls, and he stared at me in awe.

“You’re fucking incredible, you know that?”

“I know.” I licked his salt from my lips. “And I hope that wasn’t all you had planned.”

He laughed. “Not even close, sweetheart. You seemed interested, so I thought we’d try this.” Luke disappeared briefly, and when he came back, two neat bundles of rope landed on the bed.

“To be clear, I don’t need rope to restrain you. My hands work just fine. But this will feel different.”