Page 44 of Savage Trap

“You know what I see,” he growls, and I realize he can hear me through our bond. “I see the brat I wanted to fight, then the guy I wanted to fuck, and now the mate I’m gonna love until the day I die.” He hooks an arm around me, pulling me into the V of his thighs. “I see everything you are, Kelly, and I want it all.”

I huff out a breath, because I don’t think there’s a more perfect answer in the world. “Okay,” I murmur, dragging the hanger off his finger. “But if you don’t like anything, pretend. My fragile ego really needs you to lie your ass off, Lincoln.”

He smirks and settles back, his eyes raking over me. “Anything you wear is just icing on the cake. I already want to lick every inch of you.”

“Hold that thought,” I mutter as I step back onto the dais and peel off my boxers, replacing them with the panties. I bite my lip at how silky they feel, although there are tiny studs all over the crotch, both inside and out. They’re slightly ribbed, rubbing gently against my junk. My dick is already half hard from the way Link is staring at me, but there’s enough fabric to provide a comfortable pouch. I take a cautious step and my eyes blow wide. “Wow. That feels different.”

“Different good?”

I study my reflection and take another couple of steps. The panties are eye-catching, but the real selling point is zinging against my skin. “Oh, yeah,” I murmur and quickly peel them off before I make a mess of myself. Grabbing the next item off the pile, I smother a groan. They’re a full brief, but the crotch is delicate lace covered in tiny crystals.

“Fuck, Sunshine,” Link growls, his eyes eating me up as I ease them on. “How am I meant to sit through this and not fuck you?”

“You’re not,” I tell him with a smug smile. “It really is a full-service store. That means they expect us to fuck.”

His brows shoot up, and he jerks his head at the curtain. “And that guy?”

“Here to help us get the perfect fit.”

“Baby, there’s no such thing as a bad fit when it comes to you.” I’ve strayed closer to him and he grabs my waist, licking a burning stripe up my belly. I fist his black Henley and melt into him, but he groans and gives me a little nudge backward. “He can keep his full service, but I want the full show.” He settles back on the couch, but pops the button on his jeans, pulling out his long, thick cock. “Show me everything, Sunshine.”

It's my turn to groan, and I stagger back to the dais on trembling legs. All my dancer’s grace leaves my body when I watch Link drag his fist up and down his shaft, his eyes hooded with heat. He was my first fantasy, the bad boy with the snarl that was as hot as his body, and the black eyes that followed me everywhere. He’s not joking when he said he wanted to fight me. I was a big-mouthed brat with the muscles to back me up, and the first time I got my hands on him, I punched him so hard he lost a tooth. But it wasn’t long before all that fury turned to fucking… My thighs clench as I remember the first time he bent me over and drilled that cock into my virgin hole.

I’m not sure what I put on next, my hungry eyes fixed on his shuttling hand. But he hisses, pre-cum drenching his fingers, and I stuff my aching junk into the next selection. There’s no way I’m getting through the entire pile, and Link seems to agree. “Turn around for me, baby. I want to see how slick you are.”

“I think this is a case of you soak it, you buy it,” I joke in a shaky voice, but when he twirls his finger, I turn and bend at the waist, my hands dropping to the floor. Not only am I flexible as hell, I know it gives him an unrestricted view of the wet silk over my ass.

He’s off the couch in a flash, his knees hitting the dais as his mouth latches on to my dripping hole. I cry out, gripping my knees, but I’m never in danger of falling. Even when he peels the wet panties off and buries his tongue in my ass, his other arm is holding me up. Even in the worst of my heats, Link has never let me fall.

“What about the rest?” I croak as he reaches through my legs and massages my throbbing balls. “Don’t you want to see the ones with the zipper in the crotch?”

“Nothing could look as good as this view,” he mutters, pressing a slick-covered finger into my hole and massaging my nub. Just as female omegas have a vibrating gland in their throat, ours is right next to our prostate. Every time he strokes me, it hums, and we both groan. “Where are the zipper ones?”

I give a choking laugh and dig through the pile, holding them up. Link rips off his jeans, although he keeps his Henley on, since his holster is over the top. Not even adventurous underwear will get Link to disarm in public, and I’m fine with that.

“Come on, pretty boy,” he coaxes, settling back on the couch and slapping his naked thigh. “Come let me fuck your frilly edges off.”

I whimper, pulling up the panties and then stepping between his legs. I go for the zipper, but he bats my hand away, running his fingers over the silky front. He pinches the edge of my dick, growling at the way it tries to burrow through the fabric. “So fucking needy.”

He could be talking about either of us, since his own dick is dark red and dripping, and his hips jerk as I climb into his lap. I’m barely settled before he’s angling it at me, his other hand dropping to cup his swelling knot. I wiggle, wondering if the zipper is open enough to take him, but he just latches his mouth onto my nipple. “I want to feel those little teeth bite me every time I sink into your hungry hole.”

Link doesn’t say much, but heaven help me when his dirty mouth starts to run. Slick is already dripping down my thighs and I shudder as he pushes into me. It’s a sharp, sweet thrust, even when I’m soaking wet. Rory likes to play before we fuck to see how much slick he can wring out of me, but Link is too impatient. And I live for the way he invades my body, so desperate the zipper scrapes against his hungry dick.

“Silk and grit,” he mutters, grabbing my shoulder so he can buck up into me. “You’re the perfect blend, baby.”

I drop my head back, squirming and hissing as I ride him into the couch. I want his knot so bad, but there’s no way it can fit in this position. So I focus instead on the way my gland vibrates with every roll of his hips, his teeth grinding as his dick is both zapped and scrapped. His knot is a hard lump in his hand, but the zipper isn’t really wide enough even for his uninflated girth. Which just makes it hotter. Knowing he’s fisting his knot and rubbing himself raw, just to tunnel into my ass.

But we only last a handful of minutes, both too worked up to drag it out. I come with a strangled shout, shooting my release all over the front of his Henley. I’m just as sloppy down below, but Link still manages to pound my channel, my entire body lighting up as his hot cum explodes inside me.

“Best. Shopping. Trip. Ever.” I pant into his hair while his hands gently massage the globes of my ass. I’m sticky as hell, but he just squeezes me tighter. And then he’s dipping his head, his lips brushing one long, endless kiss over my mating bite.

“I hope to fuck these guys deliver to Boston,” he mutters as I finally peel myself off, the panties pulverized by his cock. He inspects his deflating knot, which is a pretty shade of purple, then eyes my ass. “And we better order in bulk, because the next time I’m punching through that zipper.”

I laugh as we use the wipes and towels to clean off and then get dressed. He’s slower than I am, so I grab our purchases and take them out to the counter. Curtis is fanning himself, which reminds me of the girl in the coffee shop, although his smile is all male envy. Girls look at Link and get fluttery for the bad boy, but guys look at him and know how thin the line is between fucking and fighting.

“Jesus, you’re one lucky bitch,” he murmurs under his breath. “Even if he shoots me for saying it, I can’t hold back. I want what he’s toting around in his holster.”

There’s a teasing light in his eye, so I keep my green-eyed monster under wraps. “We destroyed the zipper pair, but we definitely want a replacement.” I look past him at the cupboard full of leather options. “Do you have anything in extra-large?”

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