Page 41 of Rivers and Roads

He didn’t need telling twice. He rose from the sofa, pulling me with him, and he got as far as the other side of the room before crowding me against the wall. His thigh slid between mine, and my half-hard cock plumped with need as I rocked against him.

“Kiss me,” he begged.

We hadn’t done that the night before—at least, I couldn’t remember doing it, and I knew I wouldn’t have forgotten the taste of him. I gave a single, sharp nod before he was on me, hand against my jaw, urging my mouth open wide. He kissed with desperation, messy and unpracticed. He kissed me like he was trying to devour me, and I gave myself fully.

Groaning, I pushed my tongue against his, my jaw aching, my dick throbbing for more friction than the soft inside of the sweats. His hips pushed against mine, a gentle thrust, and I could feel his need against me.

“Bed,” he murmured, like he hadn’t been the one to stop our progress. His hand curled around my neck, and he walked me backward down the short hallway and into the first room. It smelled like him—woodsy and rich and powerful like his wolf. I took in a breath of it as he kicked the door shut behind him, and then I felt the graze of claws against my skin as he lifted my shirt with trembling fingers and tossed it aside.

I had no time to appreciate what he was doing. He flung me to the bed, then pressed his knees on either side of my hips and leaned in to take my mouth again. He didn’t stop there this time, though. With sharp fangs, he dragged lines along the cut of my jaw, soft lips sucking at my pulse point, nails circling my nipples before he dipped his head low and took one in a soft nip just as his fangs retreated.

I let out a sharp moan, the thought of him biting me—drawing blood, marking me—shooting right to my cock. My hips stuttered upward, uselessly fucking into the air, and I felt him smile even as he moved his head and took my other nipple into a painful, gorgeous suck.

“Zane,” I begged.

He lifted his head finally and his thumb traced the front of my throat before pressing down in a hold. My entire body went pliant, but not because there was Omega left in me. No, it was because I was head-over-heels for him. I was lost in him, and all I wanted to do was feel him lose himself in pleasure.

“I want you to fuck me,” he rumbled.

I blinked in surprise, pushing up on my elbows. “You don’t have slick. Maybe you should fuck me.”

He cocked his head to the side, then reached under me and pressed against my hole. The fabric separated his touch from my skin, but it still felt intense. “I can’t smell any on you, either.”

It took me a second to realize he was right. There was no familiar, gushing warmth in spite of how turned on I was, and how much I would have loved to feel him inside me. My fingers began to tremble a little, so he let go and grabbed me by the wrist, pressing a warm, sloppy kiss against my palm. “I’m sorry,” I whispered.

“I told you, I don’t care that you’re a Beta. I wanted you with blue eyes, I want you with orange eyes. Slick or no slick, I want you any fucking way I can have you, Orion. And right now, I want your dick inside me.” He punctuated his request by taking two of my fingers and sucking them into his mouth.

“Fuck, fuck,” I gasped, watching him damn-near choke on them. He kept my gaze as he did it, letting them fall from his lips with a wet pop.

“That’s the idea. There’s oil in the kitchen, and it’ll be a mess, but it’s better than not having you that way at all.”

I felt like I was losing my mind. Maybe something had happened on the road, and I was in a coma, living out my deepest fantasy. But if that was the case, I was going to lean in. I reached up, twisting my fingers around the back of his hair, and I pulled him against me. Our cocks aligned through our sweats, and I thrust against him.

“I’ll get the oil. You get undressed,” I growled before biting at his lips.

He snarled, pushing back against me, but this time I didn’t give. I let him fight it until he was panting, then I shoved my tongue into his mouth as I rolled us both over and pinned him.

“Wait here,” I said through clenched teeth. It took all of my willpower to drag myself off him and hurry to the kitchen, and I wasted no time digging into the cupboard until I found it. It was a small glass bottle, unopened, rich yellow. It was nothing compared to what my body had given in my heat, but it would be enough.

It meant I got to sink inside him and feel him around me as I came.

Moving back to the bedroom, I found Zane naked, spread-eagle on the bed, one hand around his dick. I allowed myself a moment of indulgence, watching his lazy strokes. When his eyes opened, I took a step closer, then tossed him the bottle before I went for my pants. They hit the floor with a dull thud, then I pressed one knee on the bed and reached for his legs with both hands.

He spread for me beautifully, showing off his tight pucker with whorls of black hair. My mouth watered as I leaned in, taking in the scent of him. His cock dribbled pre-come, and I took the head into my mouth, suckling for a moment. I let go on his whine, kissing down his shaft, my tongue laving at his balls before I used my fingers to spread him wider.

He pulled his knees up, displaying himself fully to me, and it was all I could do not to devour him with my mouth right there. I let myself have a taste though, swirling my tongue at his opening. The musk was overwhelming, and it settled something inside me that was wild and thrashing with need.

He whined again, his hole clenching around my tongue, so I pulled back and fumbled for the bottle. It was cool against my palm, and the liquid seeped between my fingers. I let it drizzle over him, then I circled his hole with one finger before I slid the tip inside.

“Gods,” he gasped, his head thrown back, eyes wide. I felt him clenching, and I wasn’t sure if he wanted more or less.

“Have you done this before?”

He came back to himself a little, and the answer was obvious on his face. No. No, he hadn’t. I started to pull my hand away, but he clasped his around my wrist and pushed until my finger slid all the way inside. “Don’t fucking stop.”

I groaned, and when he let go, I began a slow thrust, feeling him tight around me. “Gods, look at you,” I murmured, watching him writhe. A slow, red flush was creeping over his chest, and it darkened when I pushed a second finger inside. “Beautiful.”

“Fuck,” he hissed out when I spread them a little, then added a third. He was taking me like I belonged inside him, and the thought of pushing my cock inside was almost too much. My balls were already tight, and I knew I wasn’t going to last long. “I’m ready.”

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