I moan with relief and pleasure, my skin lighting up and my mouth watering to take him again.
As I do, he groans. “That’s it, grind that needy pussy on me and suck me off, like the greedy little whore you are.”
I slip into heat at the overwhelming sensations, the maddening desire pulsing between my thighs along with the fiery need to wring every ounce of pleasure from my alpha.
I find myself grinding harder with deep, purposeful movements, chasing an almost intangible high while hungrily bobbing up and down his cock, choking on his tip and swirling my tongue anytime I get the chance. Spit drips down my chin, and my slick coats his thigh.
I want nothing more than to use him until I’m trembling and feel his salty release on my tongue. It’s a delirious kind of hunger. Fighting for two different pleasures, my own and his.
When my orgasm begins to build, I can’t stop myself from mewling around his length. He groans at the feel and knits his fingers deeper into my hair.
“Fuck, I’m going to paint your throat if you keep it up,” he grinds out.
“Mm-hmm,” I mumble, sliding faster up and down as the pressure in my core tightens, my thighs and abs tensing.
“You want me to spill on your tongue while you come for me?” His voice is so gruff, I know he’s holding on by a thread.
I moan again in encouragement, and he grips the sides of my head, holding me still while he pumps his hips furiously once then twice, then he’s coming with a rough, sputtering curse.
The feel of his hot seed spurting onto my tongue sends me over the edge, and I spiral into bliss, squeezing his thigh with my legs as if that will somehow keep me from shattering into a million tiny pieces.
His hands fall away from my head as he looks up at the ceiling, panting. Once I’m no longer shaking, I slide off his cock and sit up slowly.
His eyes flash toward me, half-mast and sated. “Don’t swallow.” I hold out my tongue to show him I haven’t. He smilesout of the corner of his mouth then hooks two fingers toward me. “Come here and give it to me.”
A weighty ball of lust drops into my stomach at his request. I feel dirty and delicious as I climb up the side of his body, his cum still pooled on my tongue. When I reach the pillows, he rolls toward me and takes my cheek in his palm. Pulling me to him, he presses our mouths together and parts his lips for me.
I push his release from my tongue onto his. As he takes it, he moans into my mouth and licks the rest from my lips before pulling away.
Then he gently pushes me onto my back and slides down my body, spreading my knees to settle in between my thighs. My breath hitches as he picks up my hips and presses his mouth to my pussy. I feel him spit into my cunt, then he’s pushing his cum into me with his finger.
“Mmm, that’s where it belongs.” He hums into my heated flesh.
Then, he looks up with a lazy grin. “Welcome back, Omega.”
1. “Stargazing” by Myles Smith
2. “Earned It” by The Weeknd
Chapter 14
Sir
Titus
Seventeen nods again, and Ecker shoves me in the shoulder. “Jesus, if you keep asking if she’s got it, she’ll forget by the time you finally let her leave.” Her eyes flick to the ground as red colors her pale cheeks.
“That was the last time,” I grumble back, then give her a parting nod. “Go on then.”
It’s an important message. I didn’t want ourconflict resolutionproposal to the Cyans written out. With our luck, it would be intercepted, and god knows what would happen instead of the Cyans getting what they rightfully deserve.
So, while Bishop and Sinclair are sleeping off whatever the fuck they did last night, I had Seventeen memorize a message for the Cyan pack.
Going after our omega when she was alone was a bitch-ass move. They might not have self-respect or honor, but we do, and we’re going to settle this bullshit the right way: beating in their pretentious-as-fuck faces in an even fight.
Tomorrow, we will settle the score.
“I still don’t understand what’s not fair about jumping them. They jumped her. Why can’t we do the same?” The anger and injustice in Ecker’s voice hasn’t gotten any lighter since last night.