Page 88 of Faith and Fury

“Huh.” I shift my weight, hitting the bag again—this time really throwing my body into it. “How’s that?”

She frowns. BETTER. BUT YOU DROPPED YOUR GUARD.

“You sound like Caleb. He’s always in my ear about that.” I put my fists up, this time properly protecting my jaw.

Faith hesitates, then types, YOU HAD YOUR GUARD DOWN THE NIGHT WE MET.

I pause. “I wasn’t sure you remembered that.”

I GOT THE DROP ON YOU, she accuses. I SHOULDN’T HAVE.

“Well, you surprised me,” I murmur, cupping her jaw, and smile at the rosy colour in her cheeks. “You’re still surprising me.”

She holds my gaze like it’s the only thing she can think to do, her fingers hovering over the screen. I tuck her hair back, wanting any excuse to keep my hands on her. Before I know what I’m doing, I lean down, pressing my lips to hers.

Fuck, she tastes good.

Faith stiffens like she’s about to pull away … but after a moment, she kisses me back, even letting some of her weight fall into me.

A growl rises in my throat when I realize she must’ve followed me out here without her crutches. She pulls away, misunderstanding, and I drag her back in deeper.

“Sorry, sweetness,” I purr, “just … want to take care of you.”

She chuffs defiantly. I chuckle.

“Let me have this. Gotta be a big strong alpha once in a while.”

She rears back, putting her fists up with a knowing smirk.

I quirk a brow. “Big strong alpha who drops his guard?”

She nods, and presses against me for another kiss. I melt into a little puddle of horniness, loving that she wants me even half as much as I want her.

My balls tighten at the thought, the bulge in my sweatpants getting harder to conceal. I decide now is not the time to shy away from it—nudging myself against her soft stomach. Her breath hitches, eyes snapping wide open, and for a second I see nothing but the pure omega within: so soft, so sweet, so willing to give in to her alpha.

“I know what Micah said to you,” I murmur, curling my hands around her waist, “the last time he was buried deep in this sweet … tight … pussy.”

I swear I can feel her clench with every word, her body responding to me so beautifully.

“You think he’s the only one?” I ask.

Faith’s arousal floods my senses in hot, floral tones. Slowly, she trails her hands down my chest, then lower, her fingers skimming agonizingly close to my throbbing length.

Just as I think she’s about to touch me, she smirks, and slips my phone into my pocket.

“Omega,” I groan. “You’re killing me.”

Her chest rumbles—an adorable little omega growl I wish to god I could hear.

I hoist her off her feet. She gasps as I sandwich her between me and the wall, putting pressure against her hot center.

“Feel what you’re doing to me?” I growl. “You make me so goddamn hard I can’t think straight.” I roll my hips. “All I wanna do is pound into your tight little pussy. Make you come around me, over and fucking over.”

Faith breathes hard, her expression both begging and challenging.

I nuzzle her temple. “Smell so good, omega.”

She nuzzles me back, drinking in my scent. My inner alpha gets bold—propping her up with one hand, ripping off her shirt with the other.

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