Page 56 of Damaged Princess

My face falls to his sweaty chest as I try to get myself together. I've got omega tunnel vision on alpha cock, but he's right. There's a lot between us that needs to be clarified.

"I wish you had been real with me from the moment you knew you were leaving, but now isn't the time to get into all that." I groan as my hand finally wraps around his incredibly thick cock. "I get why you didn't tell me where you were going, and I admit I would have worried a million times worse for yourwell-being instead of stressing about why you didn't want me like I want you…"

"Ana," Vik groans, spinning me around and slamming my back against the wall. "I've wanted you since the moment I laid eyes on you."

From the way his cock pulses in my hand, it's easy enough to believe his words are true. His blue eyes sparkle as they stare into mine. His rough beard brushes my cheek as he nuzzles his face to mine.

"I'm an alpha and a man," he says, like I don't know this. "My urge to rut you is strong, princess. But it's not nearly as powerful as my need to takecareof you. Your body and the sex are a bonus. A really fucking nice add-on, but I'd still be drawn to you even if you never let me inside your tight little cunt again." His teeth scrape over my throat, making me whine. It's a full-blown omega demand forsomething. "I'd still need to hold you at night and know that you're okay every day. I've got real fucking feelings for you, Anastasia Androff."

"Me too," I whimper.

Vik pushes me back into the wall as his hands fall to my hips.

"Don't you dare," I grumble. "I don't have a ton of panties these days."

Vik laughs a hearty belly laugh that takes my breath away as he sets me back on my feet. He slides his hands up under my dress and rips my panties down. It takes some careful maneuvering to get them off around my boots, but he shoves my undies into his pocket as he kneels in front of me.

"Hold this," Vik growls, lifting my dress back up around my hips. His huge callused hands wrap around my back and ass. My arm traps my dress to my stomach as Vik pulls my pussy forward. He knocks my legs apart and stares up into my eyes as his tongue flicks against my clit.

"Fucking hell, Ana," Vik snarls, lapping at my pussy. "You taste like cherry-sweet Heaven."

My free hand falls to Vik's head, cradling him to me as he circles my clit in quick flicks that make my knees wobble. He tilts my hips further with one giant hand while the other slides two thick fingers inside me. I'm suddenly so hot I have to fight not to rip the dress off over my head. I know it's cold, but my system is convinced I'm boiling from the inside out.

"Vik," I moan.

His fingers tease in and out of me, making my desperation and anticipation ricochet higher.

"I need your cock," I sob, shaking against the wall and trying to keep myself upright.

He's so talented with the way he works me over that an irrational pang of jealousy shoots through my system. That is until he teases my g-spotjustright. My back braces against the wall as I dig into his hair for dear life.

My legs shake as my pussy tightens over his thick digits. They've got nothing on how fat his cock is, but damn do they feel good. The way he crooks them seems to hit every pleasurable spot inside me.

"Pleasepleaseplease," I sob. My words run together as I fight to keep myself upright. Vik teases my clit and it causes me to explode. The rush of slick makes his fingers slide in and out a lot easier despite the fact my body is trying to lock him in place.

His muscular shoulders flex as he traps me even further. He's holding me up at least as much as the wall is.

Vik manages to smirk while simultaneously tonguing my pussy like I'm the best thing he's ever tasted.

Vik growls, low and menacing as he pulls free of my sex. His mouth and beard glisten as he licks his lips.

"Get the fuck out," he snarls over his shoulder.

My eyes fly to the door. Rafe stands frozen, watching the show we've put on. He's in a long-sleeve t-shirt and jeans. The outline of his cock is fully visible and I almost beg for him to join us.

"Shit, sorry," Rafe says, clearing his throat. His eyes are glued to my slick sex. "Please warn me next time. I freaked out when I couldn't find you."

"Oh, princess," Vik says, standing. "You really should have warned him." I'm not sure why that sounds like a dark promise, but it sure as hell does.

"Sorry, Rafe," I say, still staring at his extremely large bulge.

"It's cold. Come in and close the door or get lost," Vik growls, running two fingers down my dripping cunt.

"Damn," I moan. My nipples ache painfully.

I need to be fucked.

"I know you do," Vik says, chuckling. Apparently I said that out loud. "Why don't you come in?" Vik directs it to Rafe. "You can watch while I punish her for scaring you."

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