Page 30 of Tempting Frey
Fuuuck. I dug my nails into his skin and let out a sob.
“Oliver? Christ, Oliver? What’s…”
Then he must have smelled me.
A filthy curse fell from his lips, and his arms locked around me. I gazed up into his stormy face. He’d never looked so handsome. The love I felt for him crashed down on me, and my chest tightened. My voice came out all choked up when I spoke.
“I swear, if you reject me again, I’m going to…”
But he put a hand on my cheek, his thumb just by the corner of my lips, and I forgot what I was going to threaten him with. His wide brown eyes were full of want.
“You’re in heat,” he breathed.
“Duh. Your fault.”
“Oliver…” He brushed his thumb over my lips, and a shudder went through me. Another gush of fluid left my body and soaked my sweats.
“Fucking kiss me already,” I demanded.
Not my finest moment, but Frey listened.
Finally.
He gripped the back of my head, his fingers curling in my hair, and the next second, his mouth collided with mine. I had no idea what I was doing, none, but I opened for him on instinct, and wow, I loved what his taste did to me.
A kiss.
My first kiss. It was wet, dirty, and impeccable. His short beard tickled my cheeks, and his tongue stroked mine, insistent and demanding. I did my best to keep up, but the omega in me just wanted to betaken.
We both made a sound, my desperate moan and his groan clashing and bouncing off the walls.
The door clicked shut as he pressed me against it. I tried to find purchase on his shoulders and arms, to pull myself somehow closer even as we were plastered together. I wanted to climb up his body and merge myself with him in any way possible.
He wore nothing but loose pajama pants, and I felt his cock, hard and huge, against my stomach. Mindless, I rubbed myself against it. I neededthat. God, I needed it.
His hands covered the bare skin on my ass, and I cried out. My sweats pooled around my feet. He squeezed my ass cheeks and kneaded them, greedy and possessive, and his fingers brushed so close to where I needed him. I lifted my leg, straining higher.
I was empty. So empty.
“Empty… please…”
Did I say it out loud?
Frey picked me up by my thighs, spreading my legs in the process, and I felt cold air on the slippery skin in my crease. Even inside me. My ass must have been wide open.
He turned, and my back hit a wall.
I needed him in me. I sucked on his tongue, whimpering.
And then…
The pressure in my hole took me by surprise, even as it felt completely natural.
I gasped, staring at him.
His eyebrows were knitted together, and his eyes were black with what looked like fury. But I knew he wasn’t angry. It was the same fierce desire I felt. He adjusted his grip on me, and something on the wall behind me dug into my shoulder blade, but I couldn’t care less.
Nothing mattered but the blunt cockhead widening my hole, finding its way into me.
