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Slipping the vibrator between my legs, he zeroed in on my clit. The first few passes were nothing more than split-second thrills.
“Wyatt—”
“Roll over. Put both feet on the bed.”
Once again, I complied out of instinct.
“Open wider,” Wyatt said, dragging the vibrator across the entrance of my pussy. “I want to see what’s mine.”
My breath caught.
Belonging to Wyatt… Not just for one overdue bout of role-play… Wouldn’t that be perfect?
The vibrator stroked my clit, making me squirm and cry out.
“Don’t fight it, Morgan.” Sinking lower, Wyatt nipped at the generous flesh of my inner thigh. “You’re mine.”
A gasp and shaky nod were all I could manage.
Whether the agreement was of my own volition or my omega’s, I would never know.
***
Somewhere between my second and third orgasm, when the pressure of Wyatt’s growing knot became more insistent with every thrust, I started to lose control.
We were entwined to the point of melding together—my hands tangled in his hair, his lips tormenting my earlobe—our minimal height difference making it all too easy to suck on the sweaty skin of his neck, plunging headfirst into the hedonistic maze of his scent.
It went beyond intoxication. I was enthralled.
Riveted.
Addicted.
Drowning.
In his heat. The mystic blue of his eyes. His rich, resinous pheromones. Carried further away with each powerful undulation of his hips.
Even semi-inflated, his knot barely fit.
My nails raked across his shoulders, head thrashing, full to bursting before he was even fully inside. “Wait, wait, it won’t—”
But Wyatt was determined, wedging himself deeper within me, quarter inch by torturous quarter inch. “Trust me, baby. Just a little more…”
When his knot breached my pussy, locking us together, I buried my head in the crux of his shoulder and came with a keening wail.
My tongue tasted copper.
I’d scratched him hard enough to draw blood.
Ruby-red temptation that I hungrily lapped up, ignoring the ache in my incisors and the tension in my jaw.
But Wyatt wasn’t done with me yet.
The fingertip vibrator hummed to life once more, tracing the curves of my breasts and hips.
His long, sweat-slicked hair shrouded my face as I trembled beneath him. Drinking in his blood-tinged sweat, kiss by kiss, lick by lick, breath by breath.
Sparks flew as the vibrator found my clit.
