Page 137 of Foxy Filthy Omega

She was still so skittish. I couldn’t do anything without freaking her out. Not yet. She needed to relax. She needed to understand this wasn’t about me.

It was never about me.

Shewas the one who forced me into this rut. She was the one who had me losing my mind over some stupid alpha who wanted her so badly he’d willingly become an omega for her.

I may not understand their relationship, but I did understand how badly he wanted her.

He wanted her the way I had her right now.

I bent my head and ran my tongue over her nipple so she couldn’t see the possessive insanity that had to be leaking from my eyes and pores.

Wrapping my arms around her waist, I tightened them just enough she was pulled up a bit and her tits ended up in my face.

Unlike in the gym, I didn’t have to hold back. I didn’t have to stop myself from rubbing my face in her softness. Her scent was strong here too and I used my arms to push her down on my dick, making her nails dig into my shoulders again.

My eyes were open but I couldn’t see a thing. I was too lost in her, in the way she pulsed around me like she wanted to milk every drop of cum from me I had.

I may not be experienced, but I wasn’t ignorant. I liked to read and obviously I had to take everything I learned from romance books with a grain of salt, but the basic principles were there. I could use them to see what it was Frankie liked and needed.

She was so responsive too. Fluttering around me when I rolled my hips to grind her against me. The clitoris was her most sensitive spot, but she liked having me inside her nearly as much.

My knot was also something she wanted. Even though she was an alpha. I didn’t know why or how it would work, but if that’s what she wanted, I had every intention of giving it to her.

Rocking her against me did more than thrusting, but she was starting to get antsy so I eased up and she started sliding up and down my shaft again.

It was so fucking good I couldn’t help myself. I grabbed her hips and helped her ride me until I was about to fucking come all over again.

She was too good at this.

Between her practiced movements and the way she kept squeezing me, I was a goner.

“Come with me,” I practically begged, looking up to find her watching me again. “Please, Frankie. Let me feel you.”

She trembled above me as if she were still holding back and I felt a growl escape me again.

Pressing my thumb to her clit wasn’t a conscious thought. It was the only thing I could do that wouldn’t scare her but would still give me the results I wanted.

Frankie tried to push my hand off her, but I refused to move.

Rubbing against that little bundle of nerves, keeping time with her movements, I watched as she started to fall apart above me. Her head tipped back and her nails sliced into my flesh, but the sounds of pleasure she was making were exactly what I needed.

Ineededto see her like this and knowIwas the one making her feel good enough to let go – to relax and enjoy herself.

Her lavender scent grew stronger, wrapping around me like she wanted to choke me to death before I could accomplish what I wanted, but I don’t think she understood that her pheromones were the reason we were in this mess in the first place.

“There you go,” I managed as I stroked my thumb over her again and again. “I can feel how close you are…hah, you make mecrazy.”

I shoved her down and sank my teeth into her arm as I came, unable to hold back anymore when the scent of her desire was all around me. I didn’t stop moving my thumb though, stroking her through a violent orgasm that felt like she was going to rip me apart.

The pleasure felt so good it actually hurt and I groaned against her chest, jerking up into her over and over again.

I couldn’t stop. Didn’t know how. All I knew was I had to keep going. I had to chase this fleeting sensation until I was satisfied she had every piece of me I could give.

No shower could wash my scent away when I was done with her. Nothing could undo the way my pheromones affected hers until we were finally one. Then the whole world would know she didn’t need anyone else.

Just me.

No beta or alpha or omega would walk past her and think she was available.

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