Page 66 of Capturing Their Omega

The sight—of this powerful, gorgeous man driven to rutting against anything he can touch by the taste of my cunt—is what finally does it.

I clench against his mouth and release with something like a scream, rolling and thrusting and quivering. He pins my hips in place to hold me still and laps it all up, licking me until the waves finally stop cresting, and then he is up on his knees again, wiping his mouth with his forearm.

His cock is so hard that the dark tip had pushed its way out of the waistband of his boxers, standing up almost past his navel, the dim city lights catching the bead of moisture at his slit.

And his eyes—he is gone. He is raw now, a hard body of speechless need. His eyes are impossibly darker, and his pheromones are more potent than they have ever been.

Ares strokes his cock, his eyes filled with a desire that mirrors mine.

He takes off his shirt, tossing it on the floor.

Jeremiah and Eric sit on the couch in the corner of the room. They blend into the background, giving me and Ares this moment to ourselves.

Moisture begins to pool between my thighs. Every moment with them all is the hottest of my entire life. I will never tire of being the center of their attention.

Ares squats in front of me with a hint of excitement beneath that broody exterior. When he stares into my eyes, it almost feels like breaking a wall. For a moment, it’s just us. We’re both silently expressing how much we both love this.

“You’ve been a naughty girl,” he whispers to me. His brows flick upward playfully. I have to bite my bottom lip to keep from grinning.

“Get on all fours,” he mutters in a deep command.

I move onto all fours.

“That’s a good girl,” his voice changes at the sight of me.

My ass is in the air as I press my belly against the pillow propped up beneath me. Ares takes my wrists in his hands, gathering them against the small of my back.

I feel ropes tighten around my wrists, holding my hands in place. I am completely surrendered to him, but I feel no fear, only excitement.

And then it’s sudden.

Ares’s hand lands against my ass cheek with a resounding smack, and the pain is more intense than I anticipated. The sting travels all the way down my leg and up my spine. I suck in a gasp.

“Look at that red spot already,” he says, rubbing my ass and massaging the place where he just smacked me. I feel him fidget beneath me, his hard shaft pressing against me. “That was the first one,” he says softly.

When he stops massaging my cheek, his hands land again, this time on the opposite cheek. It hurts just as much, but I breathe into the pain. I let it consume me and flow through my veins. It feels like my body is waking up, making my arousal ten times stronger.

Ares massages me again, this time squeezing a little tighter as if he’s hungry for me. As if he can hardly wait to take me. My squeals turn into moans as his fingers begin to creep between the cheeks of my ass, delicately teasing the rim.

The next few smacks alternate between my cheeks, and the more sore my flesh, the worse the sting. With every hit, Ares fondles and squeezes my ass, teasing me without penetrating me.

And by the sixth slap, I’m so desperate for it, I could cry. His cock is rock hard against my back, and he can hardly hold still now.

His pheromones override my senses, making my thighs slick.

“Hmm, I guess you love to be spanked,” Ares says, his voice growing husky with arousal.

I whimper softly.

“Are you okay?” he asks, stroking my hair.

I nod wordlessly.

“Good, because I’m nowhere done with you,” he adds, his fingers stroking my spine.

My wolf purrs with approval. I love feeling touched by him. His hungry attention is my aphrodisiac, and I can never get enough.

I wiggle my ass up in the air, my wolf desperate for the feel of his hands on my ass.

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