Page 113 of Priceless

My arms wrapped around his neck and I pulled his ear close, embracing the terror of putting voice to something I’d never said before. Not even sure I fully understood. My breath shook, my control fraying and every moment pulling me deeper. “I like drowning in it. Those moments before you fall. Not like edging. No backing off completely. Just making it last as long as possible. I’ve gotten good at it.”

Cameron groaned, kissing my skin and never stopping moving, though he’d slowed, torturing us both and keeping me on that precipice. “And when you finally come, do you give in? Or do you hold out until you can’t hold on and your body gives you no choice?”

A strangled moan was all that made it. It was right there, and I held it back. “The second one.”

Lips brushed mine. Once. Twice. A third time. “You want me to make that choice, wife?”

I nodded desperately, and the surrender into his care and trust almost sent me over the edge. Even if it had, it didn’t matter, because Cameron moved. Driving into me hard and deep, clicking up the intensity of the vibrator so there wasn’t a way for me to resist.

Pleasure came down from the sky like a solid sheet of rain, and for an eternal moment I thought it would drown me. I would die of this orgasm because I couldn’t breathe couldn’t move couldn’t think?—

Air seared into my lungs on a ragged cry as the tide broke, shattering through me like the finale of a fireworks show. There weren’t words, but I was speaking. Voice carried on every shuddering wave.

Cameron tossed the little toy aside, gently pulling out of me. The sleeve on his cock glistened with my arousal, and I missed the fullness of him with it. I missed him. I needed him.

“Wait.”

His mouth smirked, but everything about him was laced with fire. Alpha. “I’ll be right back.”

I caught my breath, chest heaving, unable to move my body because it had turned to jelly. I wasn’t an Omega anymore. I was a puddle. Cameron had liquefied me.

He was in the chest again, and I didn’t bother to look. Whatever he chose, I knew it would be good. More than good. Fucking explosive. After those two orgasms, I could fall into a coma for a full day, if not for the fact that I needed more of him like I needed the oxygen I was inhaling.

Needed his knot more than life.

A small sound drew my attention, and then the dipping of Cameron’s weight on the mattress. He settled between my legs, filling me again with ease. He filled me so perfectly it made me ache. Even without this sleeve lining him and making him bigger, he was perfect. This was more.

He watched where our bodies were connected, utterly entranced. “I love seeing you stretched open like this, wife. All because of me. Your cunt is greedy, sucking my cock in even with the sleeve on.” Then he chuckled. “I’d better be careful so you don’t love the sleeve more than me.”

“That won’t happen.”

“You’re so sure?”

“Yeah.”

He dropped over me, hands on either side of my head, cock so deep his balls pressed against me. “Good. Because as much as I like fucking you with toys, I like fucking you without them just as much. I like feeling this greedy pussy skin on skin and every little shudder and gasp. And while we’re going to try every fucking toy I can get my hands on, I’ll never have enough of you.

“I can’t promise there won’t be times where I just bend you over because I need you so fucking badly.” He punctuated the last two words with hard, savage thrusts. “I plan on claiming you in every way possible. Pulling you out of your shell. Getting you to show us every naughty, depraved inch of you and teach you things you didn’t even know you wanted. Got it?”

“Yes.”

Cameron grabbed my wrists and pinned them to the bed, thrusting again and rolling his hips so I lit up with pleasure like a fucking Christmas tree. “Do you understand, Omega?”

I sank into the instinctual surrender. “Yes, Alpha.”

He brushed his lips over mine, not quite kissing me. “Now I’m going to ruin you.”

He pushed away, reached, and then I saw what he’d brought with him.

The wand vibrator, a cord draping off the bed to where I assumed it was plugged into the wall. “Ready for this?” One eyebrow rose like a dare.

“I’ve never used one.” I swore it sounded like I’d run a hundred miles.

“Don’t worry,” he said, pushing the broad head of it directly against my clit. “I’m not going to make you pass out from orgasms this time.”

This time.

No more warning. The vibrator thrummed to life and Cameron released everything he’d been holding back. No more slow and steady. This was hard and fast—almost brutal, and it was everything.

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