Page 22 of Cleat Heat

“Now, be as quiet as you can while I devour this cupcake pussy. Otherwise, they’re gonna find us,” he warns, nipping at my inner thigh. The sting only heightens the ache inside me, but he’s already there, shoving his face against my sloppy pussy.

Ty is feral in his need to bring me to orgasm, slurping at my arousal as he thrusts his tongue deep inside me, all the while using his thumb to manipulate my sensitive clit.

“That feels so good,” I pant, pressing myself harder against his face.

“Yeah, baby, take what you need, cover me in your slick, make me yours,” he snarls, before returning to feasting on me. Pleasure electrifies me, and blood pounds in my ears. My pussy flutters as he licks in and out of me, circling my clit, then rubbing it up and down until I’m writhing.

Ty’s hands leave my hips for a second, reaching up to toy with my nipples through my dress. He growls at the material, moving his mouth up to suck my clit in intensely rapid pulls. My body shakes, and I can’t quiet the moans and screams of ecstasy. Nothing has ever felt this good.

Suddenly, a tearing sound rends the air, and my dress falls away, giving Ty access to my throbbing nipples. His strong fingers tease them, blurring the line between pain and pleasure and sending me right over the edge as I detonate.

Tremors of pleasure whirl through my body, and my toes curl. The room is pitch-black, but I swear my vision whites out, and slick squirts from me, coating both of us. Lust makes Ty’s rum punch scent thicken around us, and the combination makes me long to taste him, letting him fuck my mouth until tears fall down my cheeks.

As I come down from the most intense orgasm of my life, my Alpha is relentless.

“Give me another,” he barks, returning his mouth to my oversensitive clit, giving it a little nip that makes me squeal.

“I can’t,” I cry, but I’m already arching up to meet his lips, sighing in relief when two of his thick fingers fill my spasming cunt. “Ohhhhhhh, yes, harder, Alpha.”

He slams his fingers inside me, crooking them to rub that special place, and somehow my passion soars higher. My body is completely his.

His to control. His to feast on. His to shatter.

“This is one tight pussy. Next, I’m going to stretch you over my knot and make you come until you can’t remember your name,” he growls against me, sending the vibrations straight through my clit, and I wail at the intensity. That image in my mind, him stretching me, filling me, locking me to him, sends my orgasm spiraling out of control.

Ecstasy bursts inside me, and my scream echoes through the dark surrounding us. My body seizes, and my pussy clamps down hard on his thick digits, but I wish it were Ty’s knot. I slump back against the smooth leather of the bench underneath me, my limbs going limp.

“Fucking delicious, baby girl,” he groans, giving me another slow, loving lap. “You were made just for me.”

“I think you’ve killed me. Death by orgasm,” I whimper, pleasure still writhing like a live-wire inside my body as he gently licks at my folds. Inhaling deeply, I can’t help but pant as I attempt to catch my breath.

“Oh, Vivi, we’re just getting started,” a husky voice floats from the other side of the room.

And then they turn on the lights…

Chapter Sixteen

Fox

“You’re going to help me dispose of his body, right?” I puff as we haul ass, searching the house for our shady pack member and missing omega. We’ve always been competitive, it’s part of our pack dynamic and always will be. I love the guy, but this joke just isn’t fucking funny.

Dead man walking. Well not dead… but he deserves the bluest of balls.

Slamming the door to the nest shut after it proved to be completely empty, like all the other rooms we’ve checked. I’ve never hated having so much space before.

“Fuck yes,” Dash answers through clenched teeth. If looks could kill, Ty would already be a corpse—if we could actually find him. “And unless she says otherwise, he’s gonna be the last to knot her.”

Reaching out, I grab the door handle to the millionth room we’ve checked, twisting it so hard that it snaps off in my hand as I push the door open. Crossing the threshold, I flick on yet another light, but I know they won’t be in here based on the stale scent.

Little feet scamper past me, rushing down the hallway and making a beeline for the back stairs.

“Follow him!” Dash exclaims, already giving chase. Pumping my legs, I take off after the cat, hoping like hell he’s off to find his mama.

My shoulder slams into the wall as I take the corner too quickly, but the pain barely registers beneath the need to get to our mate. Dash’s dark chocolate turns bitter with frustration. Ty better watch his damn back… if we ever find him.

Dash stops abruptly, and I straighten my knees, breaking hard to avoid slamming into his back, but I still give him a little bump that makes him snarl at me.

“Sorry, man,” I apologize.

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