Chapter 40

Ollie’s POV

As I wait for Hugh to arrive, I run through scenarios in my head. I can’t reveal that I know too much about myself, as I don’t want Hugh to be suspicious, but perhaps I can work around that simply because of the fame of Hugh and the family.

Everything about them is mostly common knowledge at this point, and as Alphas they don’t have much privacy. As I was raised as their sister, I’m sure I made the history books somewhere, before I was dropped and replaced. I wonder how much of that is covered. Was I blamed for my own disgrace, or did they simply strike my name and replace it with Sylvia’s?

Regardless, I need to uncover what the brothers know about my leaving, and this is the only real chance I have at doing that. I just have to stay focused. I can’t be distracted.

I can do this. My willpower is strong and…

Hugh doesn’t knock on the door of the cabin this time. Instead he just opens it and waltzes on through.

He’s totally naked, not one stitch of clothing on him.

My mouth goes slack.

When he sees my expression, he grins. “Go ahead. You can say it. I know I look damn good.”

He’s not wrong. I’ve seen him naked several times now, and each time is as breath-stealing as the last. There’s no getting used to a sight like this. It makes my heart race and my thoughts fizzle out.

I swallow hard, trying to remember my plans, but my concentration is falling through my fingers like sand. I can’t really think of anything right now except this very attractive, very naked man walking toward me with wicked intent in his eyes.

His hands find my hips and my knees grow weak. By now, I know what to expect with him, and his mouth, his fingers, and his dick.

“We uh… should talk…” I say, trying desperately to hold onto the last brain cell that’s operating in my mind.

But then he lifts my nightgown up, up, up over my head. He tosses it aside.

I’m not wearing the sexy lingerie I wanted to buy. Instead, I have just a simple yellow bra and panties. They have little sunflowers on them and a bow in the front of both the bra and panties.

It shouldn’t be sexy, but he still looks at me like I’m a present he can’t wait to unwrap.

“I have other things I’d rather do with my tongue,” he says and lowers himself down to his knees. He grabs my thighs and tugs me closer, then looks up at me with fire in his eyes. Keeping eye contact, he leans forward, then uses his tongue to pull the waistband of my panties in his mouth. Holding it in his teeth, he starts to drag it down, slowly revealing me inch by inch.

It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

“Hugh…” I say, because my knees are buckling and he hasn’t even started yet.

“Hold onto my shoulders, baby,” he says, when my panties are around my ankles and he kneels upright again. “Grab my hair if you need. You can be rough, I don’t care. I like when you get wild.”

“I haven’t…”

“Remember when you covered me in love bites last time?” Hugh chuckles. “I thought of going out and getting more just to watch you get all possessive again. But I don’t need those gimmicks to make you lose your mind. All I need is this tongue of mine…”

“Hugh…” He hasn’t used his tongue yet, but the anticipation is making me wet. My nipples harden, pressing roughly into the too-tight cups of my bra.

I must be pushing my chest forward, because he says, “You going to let me see those perfect tits, kitten? Maybe you’ll rub those nipples while I’m down here. They must be hurting you something bad.”

“They ache,” I say, then blush.

He grins. “Then give them some relief.”

Reaching behind me, I unhook my bra. Pushing the straps down off my shoulders, I immediately toss it aside, fully revealing myself.

His greedy eyes look their fill. “Gods, you have the best tits I’ve ever seen.”

All of my skin burns hot. From someone who has seen as many naked breasts as he must have, this feels like a tremendous compliment. He would know, and he doesn’t sound like he’s lying.

He still could be, I suppose, but I like him saying so about me, even if it’s not true. When we’re together, I want to be the best. What happens with others isn’t any of my business. I don’t want to know.

But here? Now? He is here for my pleasure and I’m here for his. There’s nothing else.

“Go on,” he says. “Touch them.”

Swallowing hard, I lift my hands and do as he asks, cupping my breasts. I avoid my nipples at first, wanting to hold off the pleasure. But with his hungry eyes staring at me, I can’t hold off for long. Soon, I’m rubbing my hard nipples between my thumb and first finger.

I’ve done this on my own before, but there’s something about him watching that makes it feel that much better.

I barely catch my breath, before he leans forward. He grips my hips hard, keeping me in place, while his tongue delves between my folds.

At once, my head falls back, my mouth falls open. I gasp. It’s too much! Yet somehow also not enough!

He finds my clit with expert precision and attacks it with his tongue, lapping and licking, absolutely bullying the small numb with his insistent tongue.

I still pinch and tug my own nipples, but it’s much more difficult to manage now that I’m so thoroughly distracted.

When he puts his lips around my clit and hums, I nearly jump out of my skin. I reach down, clawing at his hair.

He hums happily, as he coaxes one of my legs up and over his shoulder. Like this he has better access.

As he continues to lick at my tender nub, he slips a finger up inside of me. I’m soaking wet and he goes in easily. Quickly, he adds a second.

My whole body shakes. I feel like I’m transcending to some distant plane where only pleasure exists. I tug at his hair, I beg and I plead.

“More, Hugh. Gods, don’t stop. Please.”

Too soon, my legs give out. Hugh catches me an eases me down onto the blankets. He doesn’t say a word, just crawls over me and kisses me. I taste myself on his tongue.

My legs fall open of their own accord, easily accepting him and the pleasure he’s sure to give.

In this moment, all other thoughts are lost. I can only think of how much I needed him inside of me.

“Please. Oh, please,” I beg.

There’s a wildfire raging inside of me, and he’s the only one who can give me relief.

Kissing me deeply, his tongue probing my mouth now, he lines himself up and plows himself inside in a single long stroke.

I break the kiss to cry out, “AH!”

He doesn’t give me time to recover. He pummels me with pleasure, pushing into me again and again.

I grip at his arms, his shoulders, his hair. I move my own hips beneath his, rocking with him, chasing pleasure right alongside him.

Then, all at once, my back arching and my voice hoarse, I fall over the edge into pure white bliss.

Later, I will probably remember there was something I wanted to do right now. There’s a nagging sensation in the back of my mind, almost reminding me.

But with pleasure this hot, all other thoughts are secondary.

All I can do is hold on eagerly as Hugh starts dragging me to the precipice a second time.