Page 10 of Devil May Hunt
“Exactly.” Firm hands gripped his waist. “Fuck me, pretty lover. Take your pleasure from my body and show me how you like it.”
“What?” Brennon didn’t understand a word this man was saying. His right hand braced himself against his shoulder, the other going to the alpha’s chest. He was shaking, his sore and strained muscles battling against the need to find friction and make himself come.
The cock buried inside of him pulsed, and Brennon sucked in a sharp breath, adjusting his knees without registering what he was doing. He needed it though.
“Take it then,” the alpha suggested.
Had he spoken out loud?
Whatever.
He was already this far gone, might as well keep at it.
It was difficult at first due to the alpha’s sheer size and how tired he was, but Brennon’s lust pushed him through the discomfort, and it wasn’t long before he’d gotten the hang of it and set a steady rhythm.
“Feel good?” The alpha nipped at his chin lightly.
“I’ve never felt so full before in my life,” he admitted without thinking.
“This is nothing. Wait until you take my knot.”
“What?”
“Don’t be frightened,” he cooed, capturing Brennon by the nape and tugging him in so their mouths could meet and their tongues could tangle. It threw off the pace, but the alpha seemed impatient now, taking over with ease. He drove up and used his other hand to press Brennon down, pumping into him with increased frenzy as he fucked his mouth with the same ardor.
Brennon felt funny. Strange and unlike himself. He clung to the alpha, grateful for that slight tether as his entire being seemed to come apart and piece itself back together over and over again on a never-ending loop.
Had sex always been this all-consuming?
“You’re hot,” the alpha’s voice broke into his thoughts.
“Thanks.”
“No,” he pressed a palm to the back of Brennon’s forehead, pausing. “Your temperature has gone up. Are fevers common during intercourse on Vitality?”
“Not for Vitals.” Brennon pushed his hand away and rocked onto his cock with a whimper. “Don’t stop.”
“You might be ill.”
“It’s just the alcohol,” he corrected. “I drank too much.”
“Really?”
“Yes.” He let out a frustrated sound and made as though to get up. “But if you’re going to be like this, I’ll just go find someone else to—”
Brennon landed on the cold floor faster than he could blink, the alpha already settling back on top of him. He cried out and wrapped his arms around the other man when he thrust back into him, digging his nails into flesh without realizing as he was brutally fucked the way he wanted.
“I’m going to make you so full,” the alpha growled, “you’ll never be satisfied with anyone else ever again. You’ll dream of my cock, beg me to take you. Should I do that, pretty lover? Should I pump you so full of my come you can’t take a single step without me dripping from your abused hole? Make you ride me until you’re so blown open, it takes hours for you to close back up?”
That was gross, so why did Brennon’s stomach flip at the aggressive dirty talk? Why was he wrapping his legs around the alpha’s waist and digging his heels into his ass as though to challenge him?
“Oh, you like that.” The other man licked a trail from Brennon’s chin to his ear, biting on his lobe until he groaned. “I’ve never wanted to claim someone before, but you’re tempting me. Making me long for things I shouldn’t.”
“Just,” Brennon glared at him, “shut up and fuck me harder.”
“An omega wouldn’t dare talk to me like that. A beta wouldn’t either.”
“I’m Vital.” Hadn’t they covered that already? They had, right?
