Page 63 of One Way Out

Shaw releases my hair, using his other hand on my hip to scoot me a few inches away from the edge. He simultaneously holds himself up and settles between my thighs.

His deep blue eyes darken as he studies my heaving chest.

“Let’s just…” He reaches for the bottom of the T-shirt I’m wearing and tugs it up my body. I have to plant my feet on the mattress to have leverage to push up with, but he gets it around my hips and then grabs my hands, pulling me up.

Shaw rips the T-shirt off over my head and tosses it aside before wrapping his hand around my neck and kissing the hell out of me. I might be more awake than I was before, but the difference in our temperatures is staggering as our skin brushes.

He leans closer, guiding me back to the mattress as our tongues dance. Once I’m flat on the bed, he releases my neck, holds himself up on a forearm, and uses the other hand to shove his sweats down.

He kicks and pulls out of them, but I barely notice. His heavy cock bumps my thigh, and all I can focus on is how much I want more kisses…

And him inside me.

I need both.

Right now.

My hands land on his face, and I stare straight into his eyes, whispering, “I need you.”

“I’ve ached to hear you say that.” His weight presses against my chest as he settles back on top of me. He never got very far away, but his cool skin feels incredible against my sizzling flesh.

His eyes are so bright in the low light. Every fear I had about losing him and Leo comes rushing back in a cascade of memories that forces me to act. I need him to claim me so our pack can finally be complete. If we’re ever separated, I’ll be able to use the connection to find him.

Shaw lets me pull his mouth to mine, and he growls into the kiss, working a hand between us. It’s hard to tell, when I can’t see exactly what’s happening, but I can feel his forearm flex against my pelvis. His crown bumps my clit, and I nod, making his beard scratch against my skin as my lips leave his.

He must sense that I’m about to beg, like an omega lost to the fog, because he bumps my head to the side, getting close to my ear. “Fuck, Saylor. There are so many things I want to do to you all at once.” His tip bumps my clit, and I ache for more of that friction. “I want to suck on your tits, lick every inch of your skin, make you come all over my face—hell, I want your slick dripping from my beard until all I can smell for days is your pussy—but more than anything, I need to fuck you full of me. To finally slide inside that tight little body of yours and rut so deep, you don’t know where I end and you begin.” This time, he slaps my clit with his tip, and I have to bite my lip to keep from moaning. “It feels like I haven’t done a goddamn thing to deserve this, but I’m not a good guy. You’re about to be stuck with me for life. I hope you understand what you’re in for.”

As long as he’s by my side, I don’t care what comes next. All I need to be happy is my pack. He’s the missing piece, but I think we’re about to fix that.

He nips at my ear and growls low. “Remember, not a peep.” With that, he moves to my opening and thrusts. The stretch takes a few seconds to process, and I go stiff as my nerve endings decide if that feeling is pleasure or pain.

It aches.

A good ache.

I think.

It’s hard to tell when Shaw pulls out completely and dips just his fat mushroom head inside my opening. My core tightens, trying to lock it in place like it’s a knot. I’m not sure when my hands moved to his shoulders, but I only realize where they are as I retract my nails from his skin.

I would apologize if I could, but words aren’t forming.

Shaw’s fingers dig into my jaw, and he pulls my mouth to his. That’s probably a good thing because he’s driving me crazy with thisonly dipping the tip inthing.

Every sensation is heightened.

The swirl of his tongue around mine.

The way his muscular body presses against my soft curves.

And especially the way he feels every time he breaches my opening.

Pulling my legs off the bed, I wrap them around his tight ass. It’s hard to concentrate as he rocks into me in measured strokes.

Hell, maybe he really is trying to keep from waking Leo, but he’s going to have a very pouty omega on his hands if he doesn’t start really pounding into me.

“Come on, princess,” he murmurs against my lips. “Give me at least one orgasm before I start to really rut into you.” My eyes open, and I’m greeted with an expectant look on Shaw’s face. “Let me watch you fall apart. I wanna see your face as you come all over my cock.”

That sounds nice.

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