Page 121 of Mark & Don't Tell

“She’ll wake up soon,” I murmur, smoothing my palm down her spine. “We never talked about marking her.”

“Shit.” Kai sits next to Linc, taking care not to jostle the bed. “That complicates things.”

“I want my mark on her neck,” Linc says, voice deep and growly.

“So do I,” I admit. “But until she says she’s ready, we’ll have to resist the urge.”

Her lips are slightly parted as she sleeps. She won’t be in the right state of mind to agree to something as serious as a mate mark, and we’ve already had to break one mating bond, and that nearly destroyed us.

“As long as she’s taken care of, I’m happy,” Kai says, brushing his knuckles over her arm. “We should all rest while we can. She’ll be up soon and demanding more.”

I nod and find a spot on the other side of Linc, wrapping my hand around her calf and doing my best to relax, but it’s next to impossible with her scent filling the air.

Forty-Three

LINC

Daria’s body is soft and warm against mine. Heart beating steadily, her little snores tickle my neck. I gently roll onto my side, careful to keep my body pressed against hers, and cradle her head.

Vic and Kai have fallen asleep. I’m too distracted by the omega in my arms to rest. Tipping my head back, I take in the flush of her cheeks with a lazy grin. Daria moves slightly in her sleep. The nipple clamps dig into my chest, and I grimace. While great in the moment, they’re not exactly meant for extended wear. I do my best not to wake her as I take them off.

“Mmm,” she breathes when I release the first.

I glance at her, but her eyes are still firmly shut. “Sorry, bunny, go back to sleep.”

Her hand palms my cock, and I bite my lip, undoing the second clamp and tossing it to the end of the bed.

She squeezes my shaft. “Mine.”

“Yeah, baby,” I whisper, kissing her forehead. “All yours.”

“In,” she demands, eyes snapping open. Daria’s eyes are always breathtaking, but there’s something especially beautiful about the unbridled need blowing her pupils wide, almost as though she’s lost to the carnal part of herself.

I smooth my palm over her ass and lift her leg, slotting her closer to me. “Like this?” My cock nudges her opening.

Daria’s hand guides me inside of her. “Yes,” she says on a breathy sigh before her eyes flutter closed.

Is she . . .

Her breathing evens out.

Yup, she is.

My omega wanted me inside of her so she could go back to sleep. I’m hard as a rock, and I take my time easing in and out of her, acquainting myself with her silky walls. She feels wonderful, amazing, undeniable. Like nothing I’ve ever felt before. My chest warming, I brush a stray curl away from her face and bury myself deep inside of her, dropping my forehead to hers.

Daria feels like the home I never had.

My heart trembles in my chest, and thank fuck Kai and Vic are asleep, or they’d see too much. They know me well enough—know my wounds—and they’d see that this pretty omega has found a way to slowly mend the damage.

Cock throbbing inside of her, I grind into her as discreetly as I can, hoping I can make her come while she sleeps. It’s the least she deserves. But let’s be honest. I’m doing this for me. I selfishly want to feel her cunt clamp around me and have her essence coating my length. I want her pussy to milk me for every last drop of my cum. I want her pretty eyes to find mine and beg me for release. I want her body on top of mine. I want her to wake up screaming my name.

I want her.

My breaths come in harsh, heavy exhales. Muscles trembling, it takes everything I have to restrain myself, to keep from driving into her so hard, I shock her awake. The primal part of me wants to cage her beneath my body, slamming into her until I force delicious noises from her lips, until her legs are on my shoulders and her beautiful body bends and takes me deeper.

Her walls ripple around my length.

I stifle a groan.

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