Page 93 of Pack Scratch Fever
“Avery—Alpha?—”
“Use me,” I growl, my hips thrusting into the air, desperate for friction. “Use me like a chair. Waterboard me.”
With a low moan, she plants her entire cunt on my face.
It’s glorious.
I lick in time with her groans as she drips obscenely down my face. She bounces on my tongue, and when I can feel her hesitating, I grab her hips and push down.
She doesn’t understand just yet how much I need her.
I crave the sound of her moans more than I need air.
I need to please her more than I need to breathe.
Her release is quick but violent, only taking a few hard sucks to her clit. Her screams are music to my ears as she falls over the edge.
Piper takes and takes from me. She smears her pussy all over my lips and face until my oxygen supply becomes limited and I’m lightheaded.
I push her down harder on me.
I breathe in her slick, my cock feels like it’s going to burst, and I’ve never been more fulfilled in my life.
I’m pleasing her. I’m taking care of her.
It’s what I was born to do.
When she comes again with a strangled cry, I drink it all up, prioritizing her taste over air.
She uses me until she can’t hold herself up anymore. She rides my mouth until she’s a babbling mess and has to move off me to collapse into her nest.
Mission accomplished.
My inner Alpha groans in approval at the satiated look on her face and the beautiful flushing of her cheeks.
I did that.
My own Alpha instincts are on the back burner, no matter how much I may want to knot her. Part of me wants to slam into her and pump her full of my cum, but it’s much better to simply cherish her.
She smiles up at me when I sit up to face her. I run a hand down her soft stomach, mesmerized at the creamy skin in front of me.
“Perfect,” I whisper.
She spreads her legs invitingly, her inner thighs stained with both her slick and my saliva. “Still aches a little,” she croaks. “You could still make it better for me.”
“Then say the words,” I purr. “Say the words, and I’ll give you the world. I promise. Ask anything of me.”
She stretches her arms out above her head and arches her back, letting out a soft groan. “Knot me,” she whispers. “Make it all go away.”
My inner Alpha roars, ready to lose control.
Fuck, yes.
“Of course, Omega. It would be my pleasure.”
My pants and boxers are off in a second, my cock finally springing free. I sit above her for a moment, lying back on my heels and fisting my cock as I take in her form.
Her mouth falls open in anoshape, and she lets out a pleased hum, her eyes wide while she drinks me in.
