Page 12 of The Alpha Warrior's Mate

His hand wandered lower, seeking, finding the spot that made my breath catch. A slick warmth welcomed him, and I gasped as he gently pressed a finger inside, coaxing a moan from deep within my throat. And when I was squirming at his touch, he added a second finger and then a third.

“Jeremy…” The name was a plea, a prayer, spilling from my lips as I arched into his touch, craving the completeness only he could provide.

A growl rumbled in his chest, the sexiest sound I’d ever heard.

“Please,” I breathed out and rolled onto my back. My legs parted wider and I pulled them up to my chest, granting him all the access he could desire. He grabbed a pillow and placed it under my hip and then went back to fingering me. If he could bring me this close to nirvana with his fingers, I couldn’t even fathom what he was going to do with his cock.

With each deliberate movement of his skilled digits, I spiraled further into a state of pure pleasure. My mind blanked, and all that was left was to feel, to savor his touches, the ones slowly unraveling me, until nothing remained but raw need That needed more…needed everything.

“Jeremy!”

“Clay.” His voice rumbled within his chest, vibrating against my skin. His breath was hot against my ear.

His movements stopped, and he withdrew his fingers, leaving me empty, but before I could beg him again, he positioned himself between my thighs, lining his cock up with my entrance, his gaze never leaving mine.

And then he was pressing forward, entering me with a careful but insistent push until he was fully seated, filling me completely, stretching me in ways I didn’t know existed.

“Gods, Clay. You are so…made for me.”

As he was for me.

He pivoted in and out of me. Each thrust was deliberate, our bodies writhing together in a rhythm that increased slightly with each movement.

With every push, my body welcomed him, clinging to him as if welcoming him home and making a case for him to stay there forever. My nails dug into his back, urging him on, silently begging for all that he could give. And Jeremy responded by giving me just that.

My orgasm was close, so very close. Part of me wanted to hold it back, to give us more time. The other part of me needed to feel his knot more than I needed my next breath.

“Clay,” Jeremy gasped, his voice thick with need. “I’m—”

“Me too,” I managed to choke out, my voice unrecognizable even to myself.

My orgasm slammed, and Jeremy stilled, trembling slightly, and he came, filling me. “Mine,” he mumbled against the spot where I wanted him to one day mark me.

“Yes, yours, alpha. All yours.”

Chapter Eleven

Jeremy

I woke early and grabbed my towel. Not that I wanted to wash my omega’s scent from my skin, but it had been a long damned time since I was able to take a leisurely hot shower. As soon as we left that place, every muscle in my body relaxed.

The toll working there had taken on me had increased in stages. I was stupid enough to think the time there couldn’t affect me, but it had. I was surrounded by people, but none of them were on the same side as me.

Wiping the steam from the mirror with my towel, I found myself smiling at the reflection. I’d made it out of there. Mission completed.

But the greater victory was still lying in my bed. My senses were branded with his scent. His soft snores carried through the bathroom door and even over the volume of the shower spray.

My thoughts must’ve woken him because as I dried myself off and reached for my toothbrush, he came in with a grunt. His reddish hair stuck out all over the place, and there were marks on his face from sleeping in my arms all night. His eyes met mine, and my cock responded. Clay was a beautiful man, and he was mine.

“Good morning,” I muttered and leaned back on the counter, all of me on full display.

His gaze darted down to my groin as he smiled. “Good morning. I woke up when you got out of bed.”

He reached for the handle and turned on the hot water. Damn it. Missed opportunity. Didn’t matter. There would be plenty of time. “I’m sorry. I should’ve waited for you. Come here before you get in.”

I opened my arms and wrapped him up in an embrace. Soon our hands roamed and our kisses grew more frantic.

Until he broke free and laughed. “I really do need a shower but…” He bit down on his bottom lip. After all we’d done the night before, he was shy. Adorable omega.

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