Page 90 of Want It All
I held myself still as she adjusted, working my thumb until her body tightened, her cunt clasping and rippling around me, slick coating us both. She moaned as she came, and I held on by a thread as she rocked, rubbing herself on my swelling knot.
‘I don’t think I can take that,’ she gasped. ‘Not outside a heat.’
‘I’d never ask you to.’
‘Butfuck, alpha.’ She pulled a handful of her skirt out of the way before reaching to caress my knot. Pleasure sparked at thebase of my spine; stars danced across my vision. ‘Now I can’twaitto have another heat.’
I snarled, my alpha finally snapping his leash. I thrust up – not enough for my knot to stretch her – shouting wordlessly when she tightened around me once more, determined to make her climax again, wanting to feel her body milk my cock. She planted her hands on my shoulders and met me thrust for thrust, hips rolling, my fingers digging into the flesh of her thighs. She threw her head back, strands of hair escaping her braid as she ground herself against me.
‘Alpha,’ she panted, a whine escaping her throat as my fingers traced where we were joined, caressing her slick skin. ‘Alpha.’
‘Come for me, omega,’ I grated out. ‘Come.Now.’
I didn’t bark – I wouldneverdo that to her – but she came anyway, her body tightening, squeezing around me until the sensation at the base of my spine sparked and spread, flooding through my body. Rose rolled her hips, milking me of every drop of cum until I was shuddering with pleasure. She collapsed forward with me still inside her, her cheek against my heart once more. I nuzzled at her hair as my orgasm ebbed, my canines aching, pushing down through my gums.
I couldn’t think of anything I wanted more in the world than for this omega to wear my bite – except maybe making her come again – but I kissed her neck instead, licking at her skin as she sighed.
‘You’re mine,’ she murmured. ‘My alpha.’
‘And you’re mine,’ I whispered back. ‘My friend, my menace, my love. My Rose.’
She stirred, bringing her lips back up to mine and kissing me fiercely, and there was no more talking after that.
Rosewasgoneforhours.
I tried not to be a jealous asshole, but who was I kidding? My omega rode me hard, demanding I be with my pretty mate, and I found myself sniffing one of the t-shirts she wore to bed every few minutes like the obsessed loser I was.
‘It’s because you haven’t bonded,’ Tristan murmured to me, stroking my hair when I stopped pacing long enough to collapse into his lap. ‘Once you have her bite, this feeling will settle. According to the articles I read, anyway.’
‘Wait,’ I said, looking up at him. ‘Do you feel this way about Byron?All the time?Like if you don’t see himimmediately, you’ll somehow die for want of it?’
He swallowed, but didn’t answer.
Fuck. My poor alpha.
What Tristan had done to Rose – and to me – was wrong; I had absolutely no illusions about that. But seeing him so heartbroken – sotortured– was, I thought, punishment enough. If what he felt was anything like the feeling churning inmy chest and stomach, then he’d been in pain forweeksnow. Surely he’d paid his penance.
When a soft scraping noise came from the apartment door, I jumped up and literallyrantowards it. Rose slipped inside, looking beautiful, glowing, happy – andrumpled.
She threw her arms around my neck as I wrapped my own about her waist. ‘Fuck, I missed you,’ she said, the sound muffled as she pressed her face into my shoulder. ‘Is that silly?’
I buried my face in her hair. ‘No. I’ve been doing so much pacing, I’m surprised there’s not a new path worn through the carpet.’ I inhaled, catching a hint of scent – hers, and something else. I pulled back and grinned at her. ‘It smells likethe thing you had to dowent well.Verywell.’
She flushed, and arousal hit as if I’d been punched in the stomach. I kicked the door closed behind her and tossed her over my shoulder, pressing my nose into the fabric of her heavy skirt as she laughed.
Chocolate and caramel.My mouth watered. ‘I know this will sound hyperbolic, but I think I need you to ride my face. Like, now.’
She laughed again – slightly shocked, this time – but didn’t protest when I lowered us both onto the couch. Tristan put down the book he’d been reading, audibly swallowing. I shot him a questioning look –are you okay with this?it said – and he gave a nod in response.
‘Can I eat you out?’ I asked Rose. ‘Please?’
‘You can do whatever you want to me,’ she said huskily.Whatever you wantwas a silly thing to offer because my imagination was fairly solid, and whatitcouldn’t conjure, I was sure the internet could supply.
I unbuttoned her skirt, murmuring wordlessly in approval when it pooled on the ground and I realised my omega was bare beneath it. Byron might have been an alpha and not prone tonesting, but I’d bet my entire inheritance that Rose’s missing underwear had a new home beneath his pillow. I settled on the couch and drew her down, arranging her knees beside my head and filling my hands with her plush ass.
‘Slick,’ I said, surprised; she was coated with it, its distinctive shiny sheen different to the usual arousal.
She flushed, though I wasn’t sure why; my cock was so hard it hurt. ‘It’s been happening for a while now. I think my body wants to have a heat, but my blockers are preventing it.’
