Page 110 of Packed Up In Vegas

“Sweetheart, did you like that?”

Callie nodded excitedly.

I smacked my hand down on the other cheek before smoothing my palm over the flushed skin. “I wish you could see how beautiful this shade of pink is. Spread your thighs for me.”

She wiggled around, doing her best to accommodate the order. The next impact was straight onto her clit. Callie’s initial yelp melted straight into a moan and I couldn’t help moaning myself at how wet my hand was with her slick when I pulled it away.

“Look at how drenched you are.” I reached my hand out to her and she craned her head around to lick at my fingers. “Should we get these inside you?”

“Please,” Callie gasped out. “Miles, please.”

I plunged my fingers into her, delighted by the sound while she shuddered in my lap. I cradled her throat with my other hand to keep her in place while I had my fun, coating my thumb with her slick and working it into her asshole so she was going nowhere soon. Judging by the tension radiating from the audience, they were enjoying this just as much as Callie. She came hard on my fingers, slick lighting up like glitter under the stage lights as it leapt from her pussy.

I kept her occupied just like that until the muscles in my arm burned and a puddle of slick shone beneath her.

She was as prepared for me as she was going to get.

Now or never.

“Present for me.”

Callie moved like a newborn foal on wobbly legs, using the bed to support her as she climbed atop it and raised her ass in the air.

What alpha on the planet could resist that? Not me.

My anxiety clashed with my desire to give her everything she wanted. Every breath turned my brain to mush, whittling down my resistance and soothing my nerves. I filled my hands with her hips and dragged them back, driving my cock into her wet heat in one smooth motion, not giving myself time to think anymore about it. Fuck, she felt like heaven. The grip of her was like a vise, squeezing me, trying to get me to come so I could give her my knot.

Callie rocked against me, all those beautiful desperate sounds a symphony of need that called to every alpha instinct I possessed.

I wrenched Callie up and sank my teeth into her throat, coming instantly at her cry, her pussy convulsing around me. The guttural sound she released along with the swell of slick and a cloud of her scent severed my connection to rationality.

The energy around us was electric as I wrapped one arm around her waist and the other around her throat, letting my teeth sink as deep as instinct demanded. Callie writhed in my arms, panting and dripping slick down my thighs.

With the taste of metal and candied apple on my tongue, I pushed her forward, pinning her by the back of the neck before taking her as hard as I pleased. She took every thrust, pawing frantically at the blankets and tipping her hips back to meet my movements. I couldn’t get enough air and I felt like I was half drowning as I rode my omega into the bed.

That was what she was. Mine.

A dark halo surrounded my vision, illuminating only the beauty before me. She was the only thing that made sense right now. I curled my fingers over her hip, digging into the plush softness, and I drove myself harder, deeper, all to the music of her moans.

I fucked her just like that until I couldn’t see straight, my throat burning from the constant growl. I couldn’t see them, but I could feel the other people nearby.

They weren’t allowed to touch her.

She was mine.

Slick splashed out of her each time I buried myself to the hilt, and I savored the drip down my skin. She sobbed her way through another release, and I followed the compulsion of her milking cunt, tipping my body over hers one more time before my knot swelled and her teeth ripped into the flesh at my wrist, awareness of her exploding through every molecule of my being.

I ground against her and snapped my teeth back into place at her throat, lapping my tongue over the bite. A disorienting wave of desire and contentment filled me up, my emotions and hers sloshing over the edge of my soul.

Too much.

Not enough.

I wanted to crawl right inside her skin, but being knot-deep would have to do. Even though I couldn’t move, I still tried, grinding our hips together while her pussy twitched and squeezed around me. Settling us on our sides, I curled around her. Callie tucked herself close until she was a little ball of omega with barely a patch of skin untouched by me.

She licked my wrist, slow deliberate laps that had me shaking. In the back of my mind there were flickers of light, comforting presences that I only half recognized in my daze. Time warped and spiraled, punctuated by bursts of pleasure.

A soft hand touched my shoulder and I jolted to attention, crushing my omega to me so hard she squeaked and squirmed against the grip.

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