Page 123 of Mark & Don't Tell

“That’s it, bunny,” I praise, pressing my leg into her delicate flesh. “I’m going to knot you, and you’re going to grind that sweet cunt against me every time you need more.”

I don’t know if she hears me or really understands, but she moves, shamelessly rubbing herself against me.

“Here.” Vic’s voice pulls my attention away from the gorgeous omega’s curves. He’s holding a slim anal vibrator coated in lube. Kai is in front of Daria, smoothing his palm over her cheek and kissing her.

Using one hand, I spread her ass and tease the toy over her tight hole. “Breathe,” I warn her as I edge the small device inside of her. It’s not overly intrusive, but even the slight pressure tightens her pussy, and my cock pulses hard in response. “Fuuuck,” I groan, thrusting into her again and again until my vision blurs and all that matters is her body gliding over my length. All I can feel is the way she rocks her clit against my thigh, body trembling and pulsing.

She breaks away from Kai’s kiss as her body tightens, walls clamping around me hard, and I grip her hips, drawing her back against me. My length pulses harder and harder, and I pant, holding back until her head tips back and a cry tears from her chest. Her cunt has my dick in a vice, but I thrust in again, roaring as I come, my knot swelling and locking us together.

My beautiful omega shatters again as a hot spray of cum paints her insides and my teeth ache to mark her. Mate her. Bond her. Making her mine forever. But she hasn’t agreed to that. I stifle that urge and focus on how she feels. Soft. Warm. Luxurious.

A heavy purr rumbles inside my chest as she clenches and pulses around my length.

My omega? She feels like home.

Forty-Four

DARIA

Flashes of what’s happening make it through the fog of my heat. Kai knotting me. Vic murmuring in my ear, his lips nipping and brushing against my skin. Lincoln smoothing his hands down my spine.

Orgasms.

My demands for more.

Water trickling down my throat, despite my growling protests.

Warm bodies cocooning me.

Sticky thighs.

Wet sheets.

Through it all, my mind focuses on three things.

Vic. Kai. Lincoln.

Mine. Mine. Mine.

But...my hand moves to my neck as I wake from another fitful, feverish sleep. Except for the collar, it’s painfully bare.

Wrong.

“Bite,” I rasp.

“Morning, little doe,” Vic murmurs and pulls me into his arms.

My eyes are still pressed closed, body too exhausted to fully wake. “Bite.” That’s all I can say.

A heavy sigh brushes over my face. “We can’t.”

I whine. “Mate.”

“We’re yours, Daria.” He cradles me to his chest, and I nuzzle against his neck, lips brushing over his throat.

“Bite.” Not a request. A demand.

“Not yet.”

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