Page 169 of Psycho Beasts

I moaned.

Xerxes gagged me with his fingers.

Suddenly, his other hand slapped my clit, and the sensation was so powerful my womb cramped as I came.

For a second, my omega stopped moving.

Again, Xerxes whispered, “That’s a good baby girl.”

Hot liquid pulsed inside me, and he resumed slamming me against the wall as he pinched my chaffed nipples and rode out his release.

His legs trembled, and he jammed me tighter against him so I couldn’t move.

Strong hands pulled my thighs wide so he hit new depths as he fell to his knees.

He rolled onto his back and held me with my back to his chest, keeping me atop him with his dick buried deep.

“Mine.” He bit down hard on my neck, and my pussy spasmed with agreement.

In another life, I wouldn’t have lain atop him, boneless, with his vibrating dick buried deep inside me.

But I hadn’t fought in the barren wasteland of the shifter realm, in the hot sands of the fae colosseum, and in a Mafia fight club to not enjoy an omega taking my virginity with such violent abandon that I’d touched nirvana and transcended the boundary between mind-numbing pain and exquisite pleasure.

So when Xerxes finally pulled his dick out of my heat, wrapped his hand around my throat one last time, and pushed me onto the floor, I didn’t fight it.

When he raked his fingers across the cum on my thigh and shoved his fingers into my entrance as he stabbed his tongue as deep as he could inside my mouth, I lay back and enjoyed it.

“You’ll keep my cum inside your cunt,” he growled, tongue still in my mouth, fingers still buried deep inside me.

I nodded sleepily and whispered, “Whatever you say, omega,” as an alpha purr trembled through my chest.

Anyway, I was 99 percent sure that, as a female alpha, I couldn’t get pregnant, but I wasn’t about to bring that up. I let him do his thing.

“My omega,” I murmured, my lips curled into a content smile.

Xerxes’s voice cracked on a sob as he whispered, “I love you.”

He trailed featherlight kisses across my face.

My heart froze in my chest. Holy fuck.

The warmth from the fire crackled deliciously and pulled my eyelids lower. Soft jazz music twined around us, fresh snow gathered in piles.

He wrapped his naked body around mine until I was completely cocooned. He shielded me from any harm.

I whispered back softly, “I love you too.”

Because it was true: I didn’t want to go a single day without the fierce omega at my side.

Wetness dripped across my cheek.

He was crying.

In this life, I was too tired to give a single shit.

At some point, a small, fluffy kitten curled up beside me, purring softly, and I pulled it against my chest to cuddle.

I purred back.

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