Page 10 of The Devil Takes

“Suck.”

I didn’t need to be told twice.

Haden’s dick was thick, thicker than I thought I’d be able to take. The fat crown dragged along my tongue as I took him inside my mouth, enthusiasm hopefully bridging the gap of inexperience. Yeah, okay. Damn. He tasted good, all sweet skin and musk. The scent of his sweat was deeper here, his natural perfume making my eyelashes flutter and my mating gland throb.

Haden grabbed my hair, squeezing it tight with his slick glove as he flexed forward and I took every inch he gave me without complaint. Every time I choked, he’d pull back just enough for me to catch my breath, before pressing back in again. Demanding. Commanding. Ruthless.

Everything I’d never known I wanted.

Even though I hadn’t sucked dick before, I quickly got used to it, breathing through my nose, a regular old dick-sucking-champion. Even though I was pretty much a pro now I still choked when he pushed too deep, and part of me wondered if Haden did it on purpose because he liked to watch me struggle. Every time he pulled back and I caught my breath, I could see the way his lips curled into a predatory smile.

“Good boy,” he purred.

I should’ve been pissed but I wasn’t. I just melted.

He liked the way I cried.

Which was weirdly flattering, and definitely hot as hell.

Tears streamed down my cheeks, drool slipping down my chin and throat as I labored with each ragged breath, my head bobbing between his spread legs. I couldn’t tell if I was any good at this, or spectacularly horrible. But it was clear to me that neither of us were doing this purely to get off.

No.

There was something else there.

Like he wanted inside me just as much as I wanted him, pleasure be damned. An itch under our skin that could only be scratched with one another.

My hole twitched longingly, my dick so hard it was almost painful. I forced myself not to reach for it, though, because I didn’t want him to stop. Didn’t want to distract him from fucking my face. Somehow, I knew his demand for obedience extended to this as well.

Eventually though—maybe because I sucked at this, despite my earlier confidence—Haden pulled back.

His dick slapped against his belly, a wet little noise that made my cock jump and my toes curl in the dirt.

An owl hooted in the distance, but I ignored it, my face tipped up, lashes wet and cheeks streaked with tears.

“I’m going to fuck you,” he said, fingers still gripping my hair. He didn’t ask me. He told me. Like he already knew it was what I wanted. “On your knees, chest to the ground, arch your back.”

I quickly scrambled to comply.

Heat buzzed through my body, my head full of bees.

Getting into position was possibly the most awkward thing I’d ever done. No one else had ever looked at my ass like this before. All up close and personal. With dirt clinging to my knees and elbows I could feel Haden’s eyes on my back, trailing down my spine, disappearing between my cheeks to where my hole was slick and empty.

I knew I had hair everywhere, and as my cheeks heated, I realized too late why most omegas shaved. This was intimate. Way fucking intimate. My thighs strained as I shuffled around, pressing my pecs to the cold ground as leaves crunched beneath my body and my cheeks burned with humiliation.

Did he like what he saw?

Probably not.

How could he?

I knew what I looked like.

Big. Muscular. Covered in cigarette burns. I wasn’t the pretty omega, the one that got what he wanted. The one with the massive social circle, the lovely family, and many career prospects. I wasn’t the kind of omega who had his pick of alphas, even if I’d wanted that. And I definitely wasn’t the kind of omega who got his happily ever after.

I was just me.

Face down, ass up.

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