Page 11 of Merciless & Mated

I nearly came out of my skin when Marco lifted my breast and wrapped his lips around the peak, his tongue a relentless tease. Every primal instinct I possessed was pushing my body to respond, to make sure nothing that came after this would hurt. I was spread open for him to do as he pleased, and I hated that I enjoyed every second of it. I rode his fingers, and arched my back to thrust my breast closer to his mouth. With my eyes closed, there was nothing else in the world but the alpha undoing me and the omega already coming undone on repeat behind me.

Why did he feel so fucking good? I’d been through heats with heat helpers in the past, but there was nothing professional about how Marco handled me.

I was going to perish if he didn’t do more. Two fingers wasn’t enough, did absolutely nothing to assuage the growing burn, but Marco only seemed amused by every sharp kick of my hips against his hand. I refused to open my mouth and ask for more, didn’t want to give him that particular pleasure.

“Feeling a little desperate?”

If I hadn’t been bound, I would’ve slapped the amused smirk right off his face, which just proved he’d been smart to put me in the cuffs.

“Do you want to start making things up to me before you fall too deep?”

“God, fucking please, I’ll do anything. just make me come before I implode.”

He moved to the other side of the bench and gathered up my mess of hair into his fist and stared down at me with those stormy eyes. “I’ll consider this a thank you for saving you. We’ll talk about your punishment once you’re out of the heat haze.”

It didn’t take a rocket scientist to know what he wanted, but I still wasn’t fully prepared to be pinned down against the other omega by my hair before his cock pushed down my throat. His smoke and bourbon was just as strong here, though I caught only a whiff of it before my breathing was cut off entirely. I strained against the cuffs, but they were too strong; he was too strong. His hand stroked the bulge of his cock in my throat.

“That’s my good girl. Perfect omega, taking her alpha’s cock.”

Delight curled through me at the praise even as I panicked at my inability to breathe.

He pulled out slowly and I sucked in a huge lungful of air gratefully. My heat was too fucking close. I inhaled again before he fucked back between my lips. I tried to let myself go limp, to placidly take what he wanted to give, but the tension in every muscle only grew as desperation steeped every nerve. An alpha was inside me, but not where I needed him to be, not where he would stop the heat from destroying me.

I captured snatches of breath between his thrusts, my strength melting away, slick dripping out of me until all I could smell was my own sweet peach tea and his bourbon and smoke.

When he finally pulled away, I stared at the string of saliva that connected my tongue to his cock, letting the encroaching delirium wrap around me.

“Not yet,” he crooned, moving around the bench again to hoist me up by my hair and smack my face with his cock. “You’re not going under until I’ve branded every inch of you.”

He stroked his cock, watching me with a smug expression. His cum burst from the tip, accompanied by a growl that made my pussy clench as he painted me with his pleasure.

Before I could fully react, he ripped the cuffs off of me, scooped me into his arms, and carried me back into the suite. “Present for me.”

He set me down, and, half-delirious, I lifted my hips. Marco pinned me down by the back of my neck as he notched the tip of his cock against me and fucked into my pussy with one sweeping movement.

The pressure of him had my eyes rolling back in my head. He thrust slowly, drawing out and crashing into me, each thrust forcing a groan out of him that fueled my own desire. His fingers clamped down against the scent gland on each side of my throat, rotating slowly until the tension melted out of my body.

“Let’s get you onto this knot, hellcat, and then we’ll see about getting you through your heat.”

With the next thrust, he fucked in hard and his knot swelled, my scream of completion echoing through the club. The internal pressure set off a cycle of spasms, pleasure rippling under my skin, my pussy frantically clenching as I unraveled. His body draped over me and that was the last thing I knew before the haze dragged me under.

CHAPTER 6

MARCO

Gianna fell into the heat haze with a restless, riotous surrender. Luckily her unquenchable need was easy enough to manage while she was trapped on my knot. A vibrating wand provided by one of the staff was enough to keep her on a steady pattern of falling apart until my knot had come down enough that I could take over.

I hadn’t had to manage an omega in heat in years and had forgotten how much fucking work it was. Gianna was still young and could probably still count her heats on one hand. I wasn’t in bad shape by any means, but I was definitely cursing my lack of preparation.

I used the wand more than my pride was willing to admit, but heats had nothing to do with pride. Getting Gianna to the other side of the heat haze was my only priority.

By the time she emerged from it nearly two days later, I was exhausted and wrung out, feeling rather like a hollowed-out husk. I had waited to bond her. I could’ve done it a thousand times during the haze, but some idiotic twisted part of me wanted her to do it on her own. There would be days still for us to complete the bond, so doing it immediately wasn’t necessary. Bianca might be forcing me into this but I could still do it in my own way.

Gianna was my omega. My mate.

Bianca controlled a lot of things, but the moment Gianna and I bonded, that was something Bianca would never be able to touch. I hadn’t had anything that was mine alone before, and the idea of it had pleasant warmth filling my chest.

Did she know that the second my mark was on Gianna, my loyalties would be irreparably shifted? Was that why it had taken this long for her to consider allowing one of us to have an omega? I knew I was on the bottom of the totem pole with her inner circle in terms of personal preference. I trained her soldiers, Elio had the extensive network and charm, Enzo crushed her enemies under his boot, and Santo practically lived up her ass. Maybe I was the test. If I failed it, maybe none of them would ever get an omega if Bianca had anything to say about it.

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