Page 48 of Scent of Home

“Erin,” Shane hisses. “Erin, you’re mine now.”

I moan as his teeth seize my lower lip, putting pressure and pulling it out so he can suck on it.

“Alpha,” I whisper.

He lets go of my lip, puts his hand on the wall, the other cups my ass, holding me up, and then he really starts fucking me.

He fucks me in a way I’ve never been fucked before. Systematic devastation. His cock is a weapon that he uses to bring me undone. All I can do is cling to his flannel-clad shoulders, my breasts bouncing in my purple dress while he hammers his cock into me.

With each stroke, I get closer and closer to the edge, my body tightening. My pleasure is an unstoppable tidal surge lifting everything in its wake and dragging it along. I yank his beard and drag his lips down to mine.

Our kiss is violent. I taste blood. I don’t care.

I clench my legs around him, attempting to drag myself down on his cock. Not that I can, but I can try. He hisses and grips my ass hard. The pain throws me over the cliff.

I tear my mouth from his, throw my head back, and let out a silent howl. He drags me up and down his dick, prolonging everything I feel. I sob and claw at him.

“Give me everything,” Shane says in a deep, dark voice.

“Yes,” I whisper. There’s no other choice. He won’t let me go until I submit to him.

“Beg me.”

“Alpha, please,” I whisper, and it’s no hardship.

Shane growls and pulls out before thrusting back in. Over and over. I lose track of how long he fucks me for. He doesn’t seem to run out of energy. I know I come on his cock three more times, and with each time I grow a little more unhinged, a little more desperate.

He slams hard into me and then growls. It’s a different type of growl, one that excites me.

Shane speeds up his movements, and I realise he’s going to come. I cling to him, tightening my muscles around him, fucking him in the only way he’s allowing me to fuck him.

He growls and stiffens for a second before jackhammering into me, over and over. With each thrust, his hot seed shoots into me. His growls are sonorous in my ear.

His grip is iron, I feel branded. I feel changed.

Our breath mingles, and blue-eyed Shane returns slowly. He staggers back and carries me to the other room, collapsing on the bed.

I straddle him as he lays down on his back, breathing hard. I cup his cheek and lean down to kiss him.

“Well, now you’re definitely not getting out of the heat. I absolutely refuse to deprive our omega of that experience.”

Shane blinks at me. “I go into ruts every time I try to have sex.”

My eyes widen. “Oh, mountain man, my mountain man. I think you’re going to be a party favourite.”

Shane scowls, but I just grind down on his still hard cock, and he groans, losing his ability to think.

He’s fucked me, but now I’m going to fuck him. I pull off my dress and throw it across the room, arching my back as I start sensuously riding us both into another orgasm.

Chapter fourteen

Erin

My aunt's voice echoesin my head, teasing me like she would do if she were here. “Walk of shame?” she’d ask me and smirk knowingly around her coffee cup.

I tiptoe into the cabin and reach for the light. My hand hits warm flesh, and I jerk away. The light comes on, and I find Finn standing there topless, scowling at me. A huge yellow lab opens its mouth in a happy smile, somehow stealing all Finn’s power.

“Where have you been? We were worried.”

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