Page 55 of Pack Obsession

“I’m not going to be gentle this time, tiny Omega. Don’t think I can control myself with you,” he warns, his eyes glinting in the darkness, a possessive gleam that makes my heart beat faster.“I’m going to take every single thing you’re willing to give, and then I’m going to take more.”

A sound escapes my mouth, a helpless moan that is instantly stifled by his kiss. I can feel him all around me, that intensity taking over once again.

“Stop promising... show me.” I’m with him, caught up in the storm, lost in this damn heat, begging for more as my body arches, and I purr for him.

He keeps going, relentless, a driving force, taking me again and again. He pulses inside me, his release a deep, animalistic sound, a guttural growl in his throat, and I am lost to him, utterly consumed by everything he makes me feel. In this moment, he owns me.

His lips find their way back to mine, teeth scraping against my bottom lip before he deepens the kiss. The possessiveness in his touch burns me up, his hands roaming my body with a boldness that steals my breath. One hand cups the back of my head, holding me firmly in place, while the other slides down my back, molding my curves against his hard frame. I can feel every muscle in his body, coiled tight and ready to unleash, and it sends another shiver of anticipation through me. His tongue explores my mouth, a hot, urgent dance that leaves me breathless and craving more.

“You’re burning for me, aren’t you?” he rasps against my lips, his voice thick with desire. “You’re begging for it.”

My reply is a needy moan, a sound that seems to fuel the fire burning within him. He shifts his weight, the hard ridge of his erection pushing insistently against my lower stomach. I gasp, the sensation sending a jolt of heat straight to my core. I’m dripping wet, throbbing with the frantic beat of my heart, my scent surrounding us. I know he can smell it, can feel the desperation radiating off me, and his kiss turns even more feral.

“Look at you, all needy.” His teeth nibble at the sensitive skin of my lower lip, sending another wave of shivers through me. “You’re so fucking hot like this.”

I moan into his mouth as my head tilts to give him better access. His hand slides down and cups my ass, his fingers digging in deep and eliciting another gasp from me.

“I want to mark you right here, right now.”

My hands tighten their grip on his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin as I press myself even closer to him, desperate for the friction.

“Yes,” I beg, my voice trembling. “Please, mark me. Please.”

He pulls back, his eyes blazing with a primal hunger.

“You’re going to be screaming my name, tiny Omega, begging for more,” he growls. “I’m going to make sure of it.” He releases me from the wall, his hands tugging at my clothes hungrily, stripping me, leaving me naked. There’s something so much wilder about Nash than I ever suspected. In two seconds, he’s naked, standing in front of me, and my attention dips to that huge cock standing upright. It’s so thick, the massive vein almost throbbing. God, how did he get that inside me?

“It’s all yours,” he tells me with a sinful grin.

Then he grips my waist as he lifts me off my feet again. My legs instinctively wrap around his torso, our bodies pressed tightly together, the hard length of his dick grinding against my pussy. I cry out, so desperate to have him inside me.

He takes a step, then another, his gaze never leaving mine. He doesn’t need to be gentle—I’m past that point. I need to feel him deep inside me, to feel claimed.

“You’re going to be mine,” he growls, each word sending a tremor of heat through me, a primal need for him taking over. “Every single inch of you, mine.”

He carries me to the bed, dropping me onto the soft mattress with a thud that is a stark contrast to the roaring chaos of desirewithin me. He follows me down, pressing my back into the mattress, his body a heavy weight atop me, a welcome pressure.

“Spread for me, tiny Omega,” he demands, his voice a low, dangerous rumble.

My legs part wider without hesitation, my body opening to him, yearning for his touch. He grins, an expression that makes my heart pound in my chest. His fingers slip lower, finding the wet heat that is throbbing with anticipation. He teases, his fingers dancing around the entrance of my slick folds, the edge of my heat driving me wild with need.

“So ready for me.”

I hiss at his touch, body arching, that hungry need throbbing through me.

He inserts a finger into me, pressing hard, and I gasp, arching into the touch, my hips already moving in an instinctive rhythm.

“More,” I beg, my body writhing beneath him. “Please, more.”

He adds another finger, stretching me, and then another, the pressure building, sending a wave of heat that makes me tremble.

“You want it, don’t you? You need me deep inside you.”

“Yes,” I pant, my breath coming in ragged gasps, “I need your cock. I need you now.”

He finally withdraws his fingers, and I whine in protest. His mouth takes over, his lips and tongue finding the sensitive spot between my legs. I gasp, my hips bucking, grinding against his face. I am in no way an expert when it comes to sex, but right now, it’s pure instinct and hunger.

He licks and sucks, taking his time while I scream his name for more. I tangle my fingers in his bed sheets, my body climbing higher, nearing the peak of release.

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