Page 107 of Feral Omega

Tonight, my teeth.

Plague spreads his gloved hands in a placating gesture, but I know he's unruffled as ever even if I can't see his face behind that mask he's so attached to. As if he's not the prettiest fucker in the unit. Or perhaps that's why he always wears it.

"The others thought it best not to leave Ivy alone with you," he says mildly. "And I concurred."

Rage coils in my stomach like a pit viper, a savage growl rumbling up from my chest. How dare they question my control, my ability to rein in my baser urges? I may be a monster, but I'm not a fucking animal.

I open my mouth to tell him exactly where he can shove his concern, but Ivy's soft voice cuts me off.

"It's alright," she murmurs, ducking her head to peer warily up at me through thick lashes. "I want him to stay."

I stare down at her, jaw clenching as I war with the conflicting impulses raging in my skull. To throw Plague out on his pretentious ass and have my wicked way with her, or to give her this small concession. A bit of power in a situation where she holds precious little.

"Fine," I bite out at last, the word emerging as more of a snarl before I round on Plague again. "But you get to sit in the corner and watch. No touching."

Plague inclines his head. "As you wish."

He settles into the armchair by the window and crosses those goddamn long legs of his, as if he doesn't have a care in the world. As if he isn't fully aware of the violent impulses simmering just beneath my skin, clawing for release.

I force my attention back to Ivy, determined to block out the other alpha's presence. She gazes up at me, lower lip caught between her teeth in a way that sends fresh heat searing through my veins.

Slowly, deliberately, I lower my head to nuzzle along the graceful line of her throat. She sucks in a shuddering breath, head tipping back to grant me better access. My tongue darts out to lave the thundering pulse just beneath her jaw, relishing the full-body shiver that wracks her slim frame.

"Such a good girl," I purr, teeth grazing the delicate skin. "So sweet for me, aren't you, little rabbit?"

She whimpers, a desperate, needy sound that has my cock throbbing in earnest. I slip a hand beneath the thin sheet, trailing rough fingers up the silken expanse of her thigh.

"Let's see if the rest of you tastes just as divine," I growl, already shifting down the bed to settle between her trembling legs.

Ivy gasps as I nose through the downy curls at the apex of her thighs, her scent thick and intoxicating. The first flick of my tongue through her soaked folds has her hips bucking up to meet my hungry mouth.

She is sin incarnate, all slick heat and honeyed musk flooding my senses. I growl against her core, the vibrations making her writhe as I feast on her, drinking down her essence like a man dying of thirst.

The world narrows to this, to her, the rest falling away until there's only the hot silk of her flesh against my lips, the breathless cries spilling from her parted mouth, the flex of her thighs caging my head.

I want to stay here forever, lost in her, drowning in pleasure so acute it borders on pain. Want to lick and suck and devour until she's a boneless, shuddering wreck, until my name is the only prayer on her kiss-swollen lips.

My tongue delves deeper, lapping at her honeyed essence as if I could drink her very soul. Ivy writhes beneath me, soft mewls and breathy gasps spilling from her lips like the sweetest music. Her thighs quiver against my cheeks, muscles tensing as she chases her pleasure.

I growl low in my throat, the primal sound vibrating against her sensitive flesh. She cries out, back arching off the bed as her hips buck wildly. My hands grip her thighs, holding her open and still as I devour her with single-minded focus.

The rest of the world fades away. Plague's watchful presence, the mission, even my own aching need. There is only Ivy, only the slick heat of her core against my lips and tongue, only the intoxicating scent and taste of her arousal flooding my senses.

Then my throat begins to rumble with a strange sensation I’ve never experienced before.

Am I… purring?

That’s new.

I trace intricate patterns over her swollen flesh, alternating between broad, flat strokes of my tongue and quick flicks against that sensitive bundle of nerves. The vibrations from my purrs serve to drive her even more wild. Her fingers tangle in my hair, nails scraping against my scalp where she bashed me with that rock. It stings deliciously as she pulls me closer.

As if I'd ever dream of pulling away.

"Please," she whimpers, voice thick with need. "Oh god, please..."

The breathy plea sends a fresh surge of heat through my veins. I redouble my efforts, suckling at her clit as I slide two fingers into her molten core. She clenches around the digits, inner walls fluttering as I curl them to stroke that spot deep inside that makes her see stars.

Her cries grow louder, more desperate as I work her higher. Her hips roll in time with the thrust of my fingers, chasing her release with frantic urgency. I can feel how close she is, poised right on the knife's edge of ecstasy.

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