Page 96 of Scrum Heat

“Fuck,” I mutter, voice low. “You’resoaked.”

“For you,” she whispers. “It’s all for you, Jax.”

I can’t resist any longer, and I slide two fingers through her pussy, dragging them up through the mess she’s already made for me. Her whole body arches as I pinch at her clit before I drag them back down and press them inside.

Her cry is instant, and her walls grip me like she doesn’t want to let go. I work her slowly, curling my fingers until her back bows and her nails claw at the sheets.

“You’re so fucking tight,” I growl, circling my thumb firmly over her swollen clit as her thighs start to tremble. “I’m gonna ruin you.”

“Please,” she gasps. “Don’t stop—Jax, don’t stop—”

I fuck her with my fingers until her breath stutters, until her abdomen tenses, until she’s panting my name like a prayer—

And then I rip my hand away.

She whines; frustrated and furious, cursing under her breath. I raise my fingers to my mouth and suck them clean, my eyes fluttering to a close at the divine taste of her slick on my fingers before I shove my underwear down and fist my cock.

“You want more?” I ask, blinking down at her.

She nods frantically.

“Then say it.”

“Fuck me, Jax—please—I need you, I need you to fuck me.”

I line up and push myself inside—all the way. Our combined slick makes it easier for me to move, and her hands fly to my shoulders and dig in. I keep my eyes on her face, watching as her mouth drops open and her eyes roll as I stretch her slow and deep and thick against my cock.

“You feel that?” I breathe into her ear.

“Yes—oh my god—yes—”

“Thentake it.”

I fuck her.

Deep. Steady. Merciless.

Her hips jerk up to meet me, helpless and greedy, even as her cries bounce off the walls of my room. I brace one hand by her head and grip her thigh with the other, keeping her exactly where I want her—open, trembling, taking every inch I give her. She’s perfectly positioned, and completely mine; her fingernails dragging across my skin, her head tipped back against the pillow.

“Jax—Jax—Jax—”

That’s all I hear. That, and the slap of skin, the wet drag of her cunt, the breathless sounds of an omega being fucked stupid by the quiet one.

I lean over her, close enough to watch the tears gather in the corners of her eyes. Not from pain, but from pressure. From how much she wants this, and from how much she’s getting it.

“You wanted more,” I growl, voice low and steady. “So take it.”

I move impossibly harder, more deliberate, each snap and thrust of my hips deep and punishing against her pretty little cunt. Her walls pulse around me, squeezing tight, her breath catching with every shift and grind. The sound of the wet slide of our bodies fills the room, her scent blooming thick in the air—sweet, sharp, dizzying.

I breathe it in like it’s oxygen.

Her hands claw at my back, one leg hooking tight around my hip, trying to pull me deeper. I don’t stop. I don’t ask if she can take it—I already know she can.

She’s mine, and I’m giving her what she needs.

“Jax, please—don’t stop—”

“I’m not going anywhere.”

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