Page 45 of Outback Mate
She mewls at the contact, pushing her hands into my hair, tugging slightly when my cock brushes over her clit.
“Are you ready to bite me, sweetheart?”
She makes a feral sound at the back of her throat and roughly tugs at my hair. I huff in amusement and decide to finally give her what we both crave.
Poppy feels like heaven as she sinks down on my throbbing cock.
“So big,” she whispers in a strangled voice, her nails digging into the meat of my shoulder, and I welcome the sting. She’s beautiful, sitting on my lap, filled by me.
She needs to hear my apology. She’s been so strong, fighting for us on her own. Pushing me to accept the inevitable.
“I want to wear your mark so you know I’m yours. Unquestionably, endlessly devoted to you,” I grunt, lifting her up and letting her body weight plunge back down. A crackled moan rips from her. I love seeing how I’m making her come undone, so I repeat the motion and do it again. “I’m sorry for hurting you, sweetheart.”
“Alpha, it’s okay, I forgive you,” Poppy pants as she bounces up and down in time with my thrusts. Her arms wrap around my neck, holding on.
My eyes burn with emotion at her easy acceptance. I bury my head in her breasts and lick her skin.
She’s perfection and I’m not worthy.
I thrust harder, and she’s gasping and shaking as I push us both higher, her slick dripping between us and making the sound of skin slapping skin even louder in the cab.
Poppy moans. “Alpha, my teeth ache. I need to bite you. Please, let me.”
I firmly grip the back of her head and direct her to my mating gland, her face tucked securely against me. I hold her hips and hammer into her from below. She’s close. I can feel her body tensing. My knot is growing, and I’m aching to come deep inside her. I need to fill her up.
I shout as my Omega bites down on my mating gland, and I shudder violently as my orgasm tears through me.
Her teeth remain clamped firmly, digging deep into my flesh, and I hold her to my shoulder tight. A rush of euphoria makes my head spin. The bite makes everything feel brighter, like I’m being bathed in a white hot glow. As if the darkness has lifted, and I’m shackled to her light. I’ve never been so happy to be a prisoner.
Poppy is trembling in my arms as my hips stutter in rough jerks, my knot catching and locking us together. Her body rhythmically milks me and I release everything I have inside her. I can’t help myself, and I continue to rut even as my knot tugs at her entrance.
Her face is buried in my neck, her warm tongue laving over her bite, licking over the sore skin, soothing the wound. My fingers tighten on her hips as I release another torrent of seed. We’re both breathing raggedly, sweat covering our bodies, her blonde tresses sticking to her sweaty skin, as I nuzzle against her and murmur words of praise.
The shimmering connection in my chest is vibrant and awake. The fully formed bond sings in harmony.
“You fought for us.” I press reverent kisses to her forehead, tasting the salt of her sweaty skin. “Even though I’m a grumpy bastard.”
She giggles and then moans as another surge of come spills into her channel, and we sit locked together as we come down. She’s lax and nuzzled into my shoulder, and my chest swells with affection. I feel complete with my Omega in my arms.
I also feel… a lot.
It’s like a floodgate has opened and a tidal wave of feelings have come crashing down on my shoulders.
Before I can stop myself, a gasp of laughter bursts from me, startling the dozing Omega.
“Why are you laughing?” Poppy’s voice is slurred as she blinks up at me. Her hooded lids and dazed expression is so sweet and adorable.
Another rush of feelings.
Happiness. Sadness. Desperation. Joy.
I choke on laughter as a deep sob rips through me.
She frowns as I continue to shake, and my laughter dissolves into wracking sobs, the tears wet on my cheeks. “Luke? You’re freaking me out. What’s going on?”
“You…” I stammer, unable to voice what is happening to me.
“What’s wrong? What have I done?”
