Page 75 of Faith and Fury

He holds up one pinky finger. I …

He crosses his wrists close to his chest. I’m surprised to see the word—one I haven’t shown him before. Love …

And he points, aiming his index finger toward me. You.

My breath hitches.

He … what?

Micah signs again, just as slowly, making sure I read each word loud and clear.

I … love … you.

A part of me wants to believe he’s got the words wrong, or he’s messed up the translation. But those eyes … they’re filled with truth.

“You don’t have to say it back,” he whispers. “You don’t have to say anything, do anything, you don’t want.” He smiles. “I’ll keep loving you all the same.”

It seems ridiculous—an alpha confessing his love for me right after I’ve seated myself on his cock—but somehow … right. I don’t have to get stuck in my head, wondering what I feel, how to react.

My body does the work for me.

I sink deeper against him, so deep I can feel his tip against my cervix. My breath shudders.

He … loves me. And I want him.

I want him.

I want him.

It suddenly feels so simple, as I shift my hips up and down, riding his length. Everything I’ve taken from Micah—his scent, his body, more, and more—I’ve fought myself for. Told myself it wasn’t mine.

But he wouldn’t be here, under me, loving me, if I wasn’t … enough.

“Faith,” Micah breathes, holding onto me like a treasure, “my beautiful Faith.”

I claw at his chest, needing something to steady myself. Fuck, he feels so good, so perfectly hot and deep inside of me. I’m not going to last.

“You’re so tight,” he practically whines. “Are you about to come?”

Yes. Fuck, yes. But I’m not ready to admit defeat, so I ride him harder, faster, grinding my clit against his stomach.

Micah reaches for my breasts. “Oh my … god. Omega, omega, omega, please—come for me. Let me feel you come.”

My orgasm starts deep in my body, tingling in my core, then exploding up into my bloodstream, filling me with light. I clench around Micah’s cock so hard I worry it’ll break him.

A low, long growl rises up his chest. “That’s it. So, so good.” He grabs my waist, bucking up into me in short, desperate thrusts. “Kiss me.”

Our lips collide, the pressure barely muffling his cry. I can feel his knot swelling against my entrance, and a part of me wants to sink down deeper—to take it inside.

“Coming,” Micah gasps between kisses. “Agh—I’m—coming—”

Heat pours into me, burst after burst, seemingly never-ending. I brace myself over him, breathing hard, until my pussy wrings him dry.

His hips giving a couple final spasms. “Wow. That was, I mean … wow.”

I purr, nuzzling my face against his. He’s never smelt so good—those sweeter undertones swimming to the surface. Still lemony, and refreshing, but … warm.

“You okay, angel?” he asks. “It wasn’t too much?”

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