Page 18 of The Faceless Omega

Brinley licked her lips and shifted impatiently on her feet, every instinct inside her screaming to follow.

Lennox shifted around only briefly, obviously making some effort not to unnecessarily disturb her arrangement, and laid himself down. Thanks to her blanket-shaping, it was impossible to stretch out and to lay flat—as had been her goal when she’d only been wanting to curl into a ball. But he didn’t complain. He didn’t even scowl. “All right,” he said, patting his chest. “Come sit on my face and let me feast on you.”

She leapt onto the mattress as gracefully as she was capable, propelled more by eagerness than conscious thought. Her gaze strayed to the straining erection that stood as if waiting for her and she remembered, quite happily, the last time she’d ridden him. She really, really wanted to impale herself on that again.

But a deal was a deal. She was not going to risk upsetting her alpha out the door so close to salvation.

As her knees settled just above his shoulders, she saw a smirk lift his lips and something like victory shine in his eyes. His hands smoothed up her thighs. “I’m impressed you resisted.” He pulled her up until she could barely see any of his face. She could feel his breath on her slick-coated thighs. “Let me reward you for your good behavior, omega.”

The soft whimper in her chest turned into a keening, needy whine as he tugged her straight down onto the lower half of his face and opened his mouth again. She felt the scrape of his shadow of a beard, the sweep of his tongue, the press of his lips, even the suction when he zeroed in briefly over her clit. She could feel everything. His hands slid back and sank into her ass, holding her where he wanted her as he went to work.

Brinley had nothing to grab hold of and ended up bracing awkwardly against the wall above her pillows. She didn’t even care. She’d thought he had skill the last time he’d been between her legs, but it turned out he’d been holding back.

He alternated between stroking his tongue the length of her and shamelessly tongue-fucking her, his lips moving as necessary to improve his angle. And with every shift of his angle, there was another delightful scratch of mildly coarse facial hair adding just the slightest bite to the experience. By the time he finally put all of his attention onto her clit, she was half-sure she would be drowning the man in slick.

Instead, he took her aching little nub into his mouth and worshipped it unreservedly.

Her body convulsed. Her back arched again, forcing her half upright, and she dropped a hand into his hair as if she needed to hold him in place. His name tore from her throat on a breathless cry as the orgasm burst.

Finally, his grip eased.

Brinley collapsed into the wall of pillows in an effort not to further drown him. He was her favorite male of any species, officially. She would really hate to do that to him.

Lennox pushed up to his elbows and smirked over at her, seeming not to care that more than half his face was a vulgar mess and his hair bore the tell-tale signs of fucking. He licked his lips. “What are you doing over there, Brinley? I believe I have a promise to keep.”

She was still trying to catch her breath, yet a pulsing pang of desire answered him as if he hadn’t just sent her into orbit. Of course, she mewled and crawled back to him, using the confined space as an excuse to stay bent over for a moment longer.

Lennox adjusted up to his side and tugged her into the center of the nest, bringing them chest-to-chest. He bent his head and murmured, “I’ll take the pain away, baby.” He kissed her lips, this time slow and building, and rolled with her until she was beneath him. The kiss broke as slowly as it had built and he reached down, pulling her legs wide.

Anticipation coursed through her and Brinley curled her fingers into the soft blanket at her back. Her breath wobbled as Lennox rubbed his thick length along her pussy, coating it in her essence. Then, without preamble, he notched it at her entrance and pushed inside. Her body welcomed him without resistance.

Brinley moaned, long and low, at the feeling of taking a real cock in the throes of her heat. At the feeling of havinghiminside her again.

Lennox cursed under his breath and his hands moved to her hips. He rocked against her, withdrew, and snapped forward again.

Their movements became a blur in her mind after that. His hands on her skin, burning and reaching. His skin on her skin, all tight muscles slick with sweat. His lips on her skin, equal parts warm and soft and wet and bruising. He denied them both his knot for a while longer, fucking her into a frenzy, before he finally flipped her onto her knees.

He leaned over her until his breath was hot on her ear, his non-weightbearing hand going to work on her clit, and spoke in a low, husky timbre. “Now be a good girl and take your alpha’s knot.”

Fresh heat flashed through her and she gasped.

Lennox ground his pelvis into hers and popped his swollen knot past her opening. He continued gyrating against her, the burning stretch of his knot mounting faster and hotter than she could even react to. Then he removed his hand from her clit in favor of curving that arm entirely around her middle, as if holding her in place, and sank his teeth into the scent glands at the back of her neck.

Her orgasm exploded. Brinley let out a scream of ecstasy as searing euphoria swept over her and her vision went white.

Chapter 8

Reality Crash

ThursdayrolledintoSundaybefore Brinley blinked her eyes open without the fever-cloud of lust fogging her every thought. What food she’d had in the refrigerator, and the nutrient-providing snack-like food Lennox had brought with him, had pretty much been depleted. Not that she hadwantedto eat, but her alpha had practically force-fed her between every second or third knot. He’d been downright cruel.

Brinley sucked in a breath and propelled herself upright, despite the body-wide ache of her overtaxed muscles. Or, she attempted to propel herself upright, and found a heavy, muscular arm coiled tight around her torso.

The sight made her realize that they were both still sticky with residual sweat—and other things—even though it had been a few hours since their last round. She’d passed out before his knot had gone down. She’d passed out with him stillinsideher.

Brinley swallowed way too many conflicted feelings about that and tried valiantly to find the strength to shove at his arm. Her nest had become a disaster zone and from her current position she honestly wasn’t even sure which way was out.

Lennox groaned, the sound groggy, mildly agitated, and somehow sexy despite all her aches and pains. “Don’t be rude, baby,” he grumbled without lifting his head.

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