Page 89 of Faith and Fury

“No more clothes,” I pant, leaving kisses on her chest, “not in my den.”

She looks at me with a knowing quirk in her brow.

“Our den,” I say, breathlessly, not giving her a chance to ask any more questions before I’m kissing her again. She arches into me, her body soft and strong in all the right places.

I want her lying naked in a nest, but instead I settle for unzipping her jeans and freeing my cock from my sweatpants.

With a single, glossy-eyed look of trust, I thrust in. The stretch makes her tighten up for a second, taking controlled breaths over my shoulder. I rub my hand down her side, purring encouragingly.

“That’s a good girl,” I praise, “fuck, you’re so good and tight for me.”

Faith shivers, sucking me in even deeper.

“You want more?” I grin, shifting my hips. “I can do that for you, baby girl.”

Slowly at first, I rock my hips, pinning her against the wall every time I’m fully inside. She claws at me like an omega possessed, breathing in half-feral hisses. I know from the overwhelming sweetness in her scent that she’s feeling good.

So I give her more. Harder.

“Oh, fuck,” I grunt, pumping into her. “Keep taking my cock. It’s all for you.”

She rakes her hands up my back. I feel like I’m bleeding electricity—pain crackling with pleasure.

Her breaths shorten, and I know she’s about to come. Needs me to come with her like a good fucking omega.

“I’m there, baby,” I tell her, “come for me. I’m right there with you.”

She clings to me, muffling her gasp in my shoulder.

“Gonna—fill you up,” I grunt, thrusting into her with a roar.

We shudder in urgent, messy unison, holding each other like we’ll lose our minds if we let go. Faith bucks wildly, grinding against my knot, which I want so fucking badly to shove deep inside her … but I settle for feeling her slick drip down.

“Oh, god.” I wrap myself around her. “I love your pussy.” Then I frown, hearing myself. “I mean, your—well, you.” I huff. “Shit, I fucked that up.”

She hums into my neck, flooding me with more of that sweet lavender scent. I take a breath.

“I love you.”

I’m quiet for a moment, forcing myself to sit with the words, anxiously feeling for Faith’s reaction. Was Micah this nervous, when it was his turn?

“I love your pussy, too,” I add, “don’t get me wrong. But you, I …” I sigh, tucking my chin over her head. “I love you the most.”

Faith’s body vibrates against me. I worry she’s shivering, or overstimulated, but then I notice the warmth emanating from her naked chest. She’s … purring. For me.

I gather her tighter. “I’m yours, omega. As long as you’ll have me.”

Forever, my inner alpha growls, have me forever.

She keeps purring, her walls clinging to me like she can’t bear to let me go. I guess her omega is in agreement.

So maybe forever is a pretty damn good place to start.

Chapter Forty-One

Micah

“She’s asleep,” I murmur, closing Faith’s bedroom door.

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