Page 62 of Wild Card

I whine, and my pussy leaks.

Dammit. I’m going to attack him if he’s not careful. I’m clearly an omega on the verge of losing her mind.

Rush growls a low, animalistic sound that doesn’t help anything. Heat ravishes through my system, sending me arching up and off the mattress.

He curses under his breath, crawling down with haste. “Sorry. I’ve never participated in a heat before. I wish we could have gotten the chance to take things slow and really savor every experience.” He brings a knee between mine, shoving my legs farther apart and settling between them. “After your heat, we’ll have to wipe the slate clean, so we can really enjoy our trip around the bases.” His eyes darken as he licks his lips. “Lie back and let me fuck your world up.”

My head falls back against the mattress. Am I lying in an actual puddle? All thought disappears as he spreads my lower lips, blowing hot breath over my swollen clit.

I’m pretty sure what I feel next is his thumb circling it, but I bow off the mattress when he shoves two fingers inside me.

“Did I mention I’m ambidextrous?” He chuckles darkly. “Good fucking god. The way you’re already trying to lock me into place…” He continues cursing under his breath while I keep myself up on my wobbly forearms to see his handsome face.

His chiseled cheekbones are dangerous.

Not to mention the perfect amount of stubble accentuating them.

He sees me watching and smirks, making a show of stretching out his tongue to substitute for his thumb. His left hand continues finger fucking me, and he swirls that lovely tongue around my swollen nub.

My eyes fall shut as warmth pulses through my entire body. His pheromones thump in the air in response to mine.

It’s a heady combination.

His mouth is also heavenly.

A gift from the universe for having to put up with the annoying symptoms that come from being an omega.

He stretches his fingers, working deeper on each stroke, but it’s his mouth that has me gasping as I fall back, thrashing around the mattress.

Incoherent begging spills from my lips as wet sounds fill the air.

Rush clearly isn’t afraid to get messy, because his facial hair has to be soaked in my slick. Planting my feet flat on the bed, I use them as leverage to buck up to meet his fingers while he twists them so freaking perfectly.

My hands come to rest in his soft hair for something to hold on to.

My inner walls lock down, but Rush refuses to let them trap him in one place. He crooks his fingers, and my vision goes spotty as I scream. Pleasure rips through my nerve endings, starting in my core and sizzling out through my extremities.

The experience lasts for so long, I feel like I might have a disconnect with reality. By the time my eyes pop open, everything is hazy and muted.

Rush gives a final swirl of his tongue and pushes himself up.

I tilt my head when I realize he’s got his sweats down and his cock in his hand.

He shrugs. “It was close. I nearly found myself coming while I ground against the mattress.”

I’m in motion, and before I can process what’s happening, I’m on my knees. I climb over him as he sits back on his heels. He wraps his forearm around my lower back, and it helps keep me from tumbling over in my haste.

“Knot…please,” I whisper, staring up into his sparkling blue eyes.

“It’s right here, waiting for you. All you have to do is take it.” He bites his lower lip, raising an eyebrow.

It feels a lot like a challenge.

My nails dig into his shoulder, and I stretch the other hand between us. His fingers brush mine as I bring him to my opening.

“Goddamn, you’re actually dripping all over me.” The muscles of his neck and shoulders bulge, like he’s trying to hold himself back. His hand tightens on my hip and ass, and it’s such a proprietary touch that my insides light up.

I fall on my knees, impaling myself on his length.

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