Page 11 of One Way Out

He must want to die.

He touched what’smine.

I’m in no way prepared for the way she sinks down my length as her nails dig into the back of my neck.

“God, that’s just as intense, every single time.” She nips at my lower lip. It taunts my impulses with the need to bite her back. “Not complaining. Just noting the facts. You’ve got a lot of dick.”

I bump her cheek and growl. “Are you trying to bait me, little one?”

A slow smile crosses her face. “If that’s what it takes, alpha.”

The feeling of her slick running down my bare cock should cause alarm, but all it does is make my chest heave.

Now that I’m inside her, she moves to grip the bottom of my shirt.

“Can we get this off of you? I’m trying to be hardcore, but the blood is kinda grossing me out.” She pecks a kiss on my cheek, and I haven’t the first clue why she believes we’re intimately acquainted enough for all of that.

I still find myself leaning her against the wall as I tug the material over my head and toss the shirt aside.

She’s very bossy—good at getting what she wants.

The beautiful woman grins and works on getting out of the shirt she’s clad in. The movement wedges her farther down my length, and I grind my teeth to keep from doing anything stupid, like plunging them into her.

Her back bumps the hard brick as she wiggles, and I move a palm to cradle her spine. Goddamn, she’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. I only wish I knew who she was.

She rips off the shirt, disposing of it as carelessly as I did with mine. “Thanks, this is much better.” Her long blondish-brown lashes fan over her cheeks, and I’m enamored.

Whoever she is, she’s gentle in a way I’m not used to.

Her freezing cold toes dig into my bare ass, and she plants a hand on my shoulder for leverage. Before I can ask her what she’s doing, she stretches up and gets close to my ear.

“Are you going to claim me? Or do I have to do everything myself?” With that, she begins to grind down my length using enough force that her tits bounce.

My mouth waters with the urge to suck on them. Even my saliva on her skin would be a decent warning to other alphas.

The wrongness of her scent mixed with another’s spurs me on, and her shoulders slam against the wall as I cage her in with a forearm above her head.

“You should be very careful. No sudden movements. Don’t fight me.” My other hand migrates to her ass to help lift and drop her. “I’m hanging on by a thread here.”

I’m not trying to scare her either.

Alpha instincts are a bitch to fight against, and my system is convinced she could try to get away at any moment. All that would do is to trigger my need to chase.

The scent of the other alpha has my impulses ready to snap. Whoever he is, he feels like a threat, even though he’s nowhere to be found.

If he wanted to protect her from me, he shouldn’t have left her side.

I won’t make the same mistake.

Omegas are meant to take alpha cock, but this omega has barely made it down the first few inches of my length. Her back rests against the wall as I begin to buck up inside her. She’s warm and wet and so fucking snug that it’s mind-boggling.

“That’s a good start to the claiming.” Her head bobbles up and down. “God, Valor. It’s almost too much, but also, it’s perfect. You’re perfect. Don’t stop.”

“I hadn’t planned on it,” I growl as my field of vision goes hazy.

I can’t make out anything other than her eyes, and they are breathtaking. The outer rim is turquoise with a hazel ring around her pupil.

Her nails dig into the back of my neck, and she reaches between us with the other hand. Cold fingers brush my pelvis as she teases her clit.

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