Page 15 of Monster's Obsession

“I need… I need… Mmm…”

She couldn’t get a complete thought out, and knowing I was the cause brought a burst of pride. This delicious female wanted me, accepted me into her nest, and soon she’d be mine.

After giving both nipples their share of attention, I moved on to trail my mouth over her stomach, dipping my tongue into her bellybutton before leaving little nips down to the top of her curls.

Feminine musk and arousal, the scent of slick and fertile female, all combined to make the rest of the world melt away, my only focus on the little omega beneath me.

Too impatient to tease any longer, I scooted down and lifted her legs over my shoulders. Dragging a knuckle between her folds, I circled her clit with it as her hips danced, before popping the knuckle into my mouth as I looked up her body.

“There’s no going back. You’re mine, Meaghan. You won’t leave this cave until you’re marked and bred.”

Sky colored irises had been replaced with black pits of hunger, pale flesh flushed with her heat. She’d already been beautiful but now she was a siren, claiming my soul for her own. I’d told her she was mine, but I was just as much hers. My obsession with her would never end.

The taste of her on my finger wasn’t enough. Lowering my head, I swiped my tongue through her curls, collecting the nectar gathered there before delving deeper. Back bowing, she released a gasp as she tipped her hips, offering better access.

Driving my tongue inside, I let out my own groan of pleasure, her flavor bursting across my tastebuds and making more fluid dribble from the tip of my cock. She was delicious ambrosia, the taste an addiction I’d never be able to sate.

Holding her thighs open, it was impossible to miss the way they trembled and twitched. She tried to pull away, but my grip was too strong, and I forced her to endure the sensations until she let out a scream, gushing into my mouth.

I couldn’t wait any longer.

I had her flipped to her belly before the aftershocks of her orgasm ended, slushing my shaft through her drenched lower lips. Her hips were the perfect size for me to take hold of, claw tips held back to protect her precious skin.

Angling my own, I notched the head of me to her entrance, her body going still at the pressure before she surprised me once again by pushing back.

“Yes. Please!”

I growled, her whine threatening to push me over the edge where I forgot about how delicate she was. I wanted to slam into her, but even with her delicious curves, she was so small.

Easing forward, I stopped when the first ridge popped inside, giving her a moment to adjust. The other ridges flexed, trying to pull her further down my shaft, but I didn’t want to hurt my precious omega.

When the tension left her spine I pushed forward again, adding another ring to her channel. She gasped and writhed in my hold, first pulling away before pushing back for more. Slick leaked around my shaft, easing the way, but making me want to knot her right then to stop the loss.

“More!”

Throat rumbling, I was cut off on a gasp of my own when she surged back just as I pushed forward. Two more ridges entered her, all four bunching and working to go deeper. To fill her so my knot could seal her shut and assure my seed stayed inside.

“More,” she begged again, and how could I deny my omega?

Chapter Ten

Meaghan

Grip tightening on my hips, his growl dropped lower. I already felt so full, but there was still more of him, and I wanted it all.

I screamed when he slammed forward, three more ridges popping through my entrance. They moved inside me, massaging my channel as it spasmed and tried to adjust to the invasion. It was too much, but not enough.

Womb clenching, my elbows bent, face pressing into the blankets beneath me. The familiar scent soothed me, but it couldn’t drown out the cinnamon musk of the monster taking me from behind. Each breath was filled with him, my head spinning with the need for his knot even though I knew it was going to hurt.

One hand left my hip to stroke down my spine before returning to my nape. Gathering my hair, he pulled it to one side, and I opened my eyes to look back over my shoulder at him. It was hard to read his face with his inhuman features, but I imagined I saw concern there, mingling with the lust burning from his eyes.

I’d heard stories from other omegas about their claiming heat, and none mentioned anything from the alpha except their drive to knot and mark. It was a given that the omega would enjoy it, our hormones saw to that, so none took their time or made the effort to be gentle.

Warmth bloomed in my chest, growing to combine with the fire burning in my core. The alpha claiming me may look monstrous, but he’d shown more thought and care than any of the others ever had.

His growl eased to a purr, the vibration helping my muscles loosen as he rocked inside me. Even though he’d already torn a shattering orgasm from me, I could feel myself building towards another.

But this time, I wanted him to tip over the edge with me.

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