Page 121 of Rut Bar

“So impatient,” I tease, taking a moment to rub my slit over his hard length. His head bumps over my clit, and I grind myself on him until my pelvis tightens with need.

“If you understood what sinking into this top-shelf pussy was like you’d understand,” he says.

When my pelvis tilts, his head rubs against my hole, and this time I press down. His crown pushes inside and the way Anthony groans, so ragged and desperate, makes me feel powerful even though I’m the one taking commands right now.

“Oh, fuck. That’s good, baby. You’re so damn warm and wet for me. I bet Jamie and Brendan are jealous that all they get to do is watch right now while I fuck this beautiful pussy.”

“The view is nice,” Brendan says.

“I like watching,” Jamie agrees.

His jeans rub against my inner thighs, the metal button cold against my skin. Knowing that I’m half-naked and vulnerable while he’s clothed pushes some kinky button I didn’t know I had before I met him.

He doesn’t help at first. Anthony lets me work my pussy onto his cock until he’s fully sheathed. I ride him, hips rolling and tits shoved into his face as he wraps his arms around my waist to keep me where he wants me. On his cock. In the van. While Brendan and Jamie and who knows how many other motorists are watching. The forbiddenness of what we’re doing adds a sense of urgency and danger as my hips rock while he keeps me so full.

He grips me by the hips and works me down his length in a single smooth thrust that bottoms out while demanding I make more room for him. And then he takes over. I stop helping as he bounces me on his cock, using me to chase our mutual pleasure.

My wet pussy makes sucking noises as he fucks me faster. Harder. Mercilessly. My hands grab fistfuls of his hair while I focus on hanging onto him.

“Fuck! Oh my God,” I cry before devolving into a whimpering mess on his lap.

“That’s it, baby. You take me so well. Be a good girl and come for Daddy. I want to feel that pussy squeeze my cock.”

His hips surge so hard that the only reason I’m not bashing my head in on the car’s roof is because the old van is roomy. Fingers carve divots into my skin, and I don’t care if they bruise. If he fucks his handprints into my flesh. As long as he doesn’t stop until I’ve come.

The flared head of his cock hits the same delicious spot inside me repeatedly, and I need it. I need him. Need to come. Need my pack. The only thing that would make this better is if we were in my new nest. Suddenly, I can’t wait to put it all together and fuck all of them in it until they can’t remember how to walk.

My need tightens, coiling taut in my pelvis, and I hold my breath as my world narrows to the battering of his cockhead inside me. The rough scrape of his denim against my thighs and ass. The cool blast of air conditioning over my heated skin. His warmth and the way his cock heats my core.

“That’s it,” he says, letting out a deep groan. “Good girl. Come for Daddy.”

“Oh, fuck, I’m gonna come. I’m gonna…” My words trail off to breathless noises as all of that coiled tension snaps. Everything is still for a second or two, but it seems like an eternity, and then my walls flutter. They clamp down on his sliding cock and squeeze so damn hard that he has to force his way back inside me to stay buried.

I collapse against him, letting him take all of my weight as my limbs go boneless. My eyes close halfway. Anything more than a moan is beyond me as aftershocks zip through my body. All concerns over voyeurs and the police disappear, leaving behind nothing but bone deep satisfaction.

“Fuck, this pussy is so good,” Anthony groans. “You’re perfect.”

He’s still guiding my hips. Lifting me off his cock and grinding me back down. And I let him use me, use my pussy, until his breath quickens. Sweat gathers on his skin, the fragrant notes of cherries, musk, and male saturating the van. I’m not in heat, yet I want to gather up those scents and rub them into my skin. Let his claim coat me so everyone knows he’s mine and I’m his.

Why shouldn’t I?

Instead of second guessing the instinct to death, I give into it. I’m tired of fighting who and what I am. They’re right. Being an omega doesn’t mean I’m weak. Look at everything I’ve accomplished despite all the hurdles of my dynamic.

So I give in. I slide my palm over his jaw and neck. Slip it into the neck of his faded band tee. I find his underdeveloped scent glands. It’s a faint bump over the muscle that connects his shoulder to his neck. When my nails scratch over it, rubbing his faint pheromones into my fingertips, his groan deepens. Our eyes lock.

Once they’re coated, I bring them up to my neck and rub them into my skin like they’re perfume. His neck cords with strain and his face flushes with his efforts. Inside me, his cock jumps. He’s nearly there.

“Come for me,” I tell him. “Come inside me.”

I want his cum soaking my walls. Saturating my skin. I want everyone who smells me to know how fucking happy my beta makes me. He takes care of me, and I don’t always make that easy. Anthony’s been there for me since the beginning. He sees the breadth of my ambitions and doesn’t tell me I can’t do it. Instead, he keeps me hydrated and fed and makes sure I’m rested so I can keep changing the world for omegas one victim at a time.

I want the world to know that this man is mine. Completely. Permanently.

“You’re mine,” I tell him, not asking. I don’t need to. We’re beyond that. I was too afraid to admit what I knew to be true before. Doubt made us lose so much time together. What if I loved them? What if they left, as all the others had before? But I can’t let the fear of heartbreak keep me from living and loving at all. I can’t write our future off before giving us a chance.

“I’m yours. Every… single… inch,” he answers, thrusts punctuating his pauses. “I always have been, Vee. And you’re mine, baby. Mine.” He growls the last word. “Mark me. I want everyone to know I’m claimed.”

He doesn’t need to tell me twice. He’s been telling me for years, one takeout box at a time. I wrench his tee shirt aside, baring skin. A thread in the stitching pops from the force. My jaws opened wide. I lean forward and find his small gland again with my mouth. The taste of him coats my tongue. Floods my senses. My tiny canines scrape his skin, and the way he sucks in a breath makes me flush with feminine satisfaction. I grip him tight to keep his shoulders still while his hips still thrust.

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