Apparently, she had some of her own.
Her gaze fixed on his shaft as he climbed back onto the mattress, her teeth grazing her lower lip. The hunger in her eyes was almost tangible. The scent of her desire had deepened and sharpened into a sensual fog.
Could it really be true that there were men in the world who couldn't appreciate these curves, the warm, welcoming softness of her body? Who didn't feel more virile in the presence of her goddess-like femininity? Cade couldn't believe it—it would be like failing to see the beauty in a rose in full bloom, or the moon at its brightest.
Those men deserved his pity, Cade decided, because they would never know the glory of what he was about to experience, never know the satisfaction of making this omega melt into bliss.
But it pained him to think that Emily could ever doubt her beauty—and he decided he would be the one to put those thoughts out of her head forever. He started by kissing her belly, tracing his lips along the incredibly smooth skin, resting his cheek on the soft roundness, pillowy and giving.
Cade felt Emily go rigid as he added his hands, encircling, exploring, gently kneading. He paused long enough to look up at her face and saw that it was etched with doubt, her blue eyes troubled. Her scent shifted as if a cloud had passed over the sun.
"What are you doing?" she whispered.
"Learning everything I can about you," he told her. "Every precious inch of what's mine. Now lie down and be quiet."
Cade smiled to himself as he returned to what he was doing, knowing that Emily wouldn't be quiet for long. Sure enough, as he kissed his way down to the valley of her thighs, she sharply drew in her breath and then released it in a soft sigh. He moved down to nibble the insides of them, parting them gently but firmly to make room.
He kissed and nipped and rubbed the stubble of his beard against the pale, silken flesh, coming ever closer to the outer lips of her pussy—then stopping short, enjoying her whimpers of need. He knew that Emily had abandoned her self-consciousness when she began to move her hips in an effort to bring his mouth closer, but when she tried to touch herself out of desperation, he grabbed her wrists and pressed them to the mattress.
"No, you don't," he growled. "That's my job."
"But—"
"Mine," he roared. "Every inch of you."
In response, Emily snapped her mouth shut, rolling her head back and forth against the pillow.
Cade slowly made his way up her body, leaving her pussy untouched and untended. But he kissed and laved everything else as he went—the full mounds of her breasts, the freckled valley between them; her delicate collarbones, the curve of her shoulder, her soft upper arms with the strong muscles beneath her skin.
Her sighs and moans and little cries punctuated his progress as he traced her jaw with his lips, abraded her neck with his beard, explored the contours of her ears with his tongue, then moved up along her cheeks and temples.
It was an incredible sight, one that made his heart race. Emily's eyes had rolled slightly back, her eyelashes fluttering. Her face bore a rosy flush, and her lips were swollen and red. Her hair was fanned out on the pillows like a shimmering spill of gold dust, and her hands clutched the sheets as though she were hanging on for dear life. Her breasts heaved with every breath, and Cade knew that if he placed a hand over her heart, it would be galloping as fast as his own.
She responded with an unintelligible sound of need as he positioned his knees between her spread thighs. She reached for his cock, wrapping her hand around its girth and trying to bring it closer.
"Please," she breathed.
Cade decided that was good enough for him. He had a feeling he could spend a lifetime exploring Emily's body with his mouth, and it still wouldn't be enough, but now he needed more. He needed to feel her wrapped around him, welcoming him, bathing him in her warmth, taking him deeper and deeper until they were completely entwined and joined.
In one swift motion, Cade grasped his shaft and guided it to the opening of her pussy. Emily grabbed his hips, digging her fingers into his flesh.
Somehow, Cade found the strength to wait for a few more seconds just so he could memorize the look on her face: pure, undiluted, radiant desire.
But then Emily winced and blinked rapidly, opening her eyes. A sharp rush of concern sliced through her scent, as unwelcome as a thorn in a bouquet.
It took every sliver of control Cade could muster, but somehow he held himself still. He had no choice. For Emily to accept him as her own alpha, this moment needed to be perfect.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing," Emily mumbled. "I'm sorry, that's all."
Cade was incredulous. What could Emily possibly have to apologize for?
"For what?"
"I've never been able to make enough slick." She wouldn't look at him, her voice hollow with apprehension. "So, I'm sorry if this isn't…you know. If it isn't the best."
Cade scowled. What the hell was she talking about? His sheets were soaked, her slick's sweet aroma filling his senses and making it hard for him to think straight. Emily was mistaken. This wasn't just the best—this was everything.
To prove it, Cade glided the head of his cock through her pussy lips. She was so wet that it was like skimming a flat stone across a lake, the proof of her readiness dripping down his shaft. A fresh gush of slick flowed over his fingers, and Cade couldn't help himself from slathering it all over his cock, bathing himself in her essence.
He held his drenched hand up for her to see. Droplets splashed on her breasts, his fingers glistening.
"Does this look like not enough to you?" he demanded. "Because it feels fucking perfect to me."
He didn't wait for an answer, guiding himself back to her pussy. As he pressed against her, Emily thrust her hips up to meet him, writhing against him as slick poured out to ease his way—and then suddenly, Cade was past her tight opening.
"Yes!" Emily cried, bucking hard, setting a rhythm that Cade quickly took over. He went deeper with every thrust—so much deeper than he'd ever experienced with any of the beta prostitutes who plied their trade at Evander's.
He gritted his teeth and flung his head back as he rammed himself all the way home, Emily's hot wet warmth surrounding him like a fucking glove.
It was goddamn perfection.
Like it was always meant to be.
Emily felt it too—Cade was sure of it. Her back arched, and her fingers dug further into his flesh. With every thrust she cried his name, again and again, begging him to give her what she needed. What she had gone without for far too long. What her nature had primed her for.
A real alpha of her own.
Pleasure radiated out through Cade's body, changing him. He could feel him becoming something new with every thrust. Every stroke burned away the memory of his life before Emily until it seemed as insignificant as a pile of charred ashes.
Emily cried out, her pussy tightening around him over and over as she came—and Cade knew that there would be no going back. He needed to have this—to have her—for the rest of his life.
No matter what it cost. No matter what trouble it brought. No matter the sacrifices he would have to make. All that mattered was Emily…now and forever.
Her first orgasm was quickly followed by another, and another, driving the tempo of his thrusts faster. His thoughts shattered. All that existed were her cries of pleasure as minutes turned into hours. Then time itself lost meaning until something shifted inside Cade, and he knew that he was approaching the peak.