Page 39 of Auctioned to the Alpha

Without another word he drove inside her, bringing her down upon him fully, her wet, seething heat enveloping his cock. She grunted at the tight fit, but made no effort to resist. Instead, her lips found his, and feverishly she kissed him, gasping, pleading, the desperate need both of them suffered from expressed in inchoate sounds more eloquent than any words could possibly be.

Yes.

“More… fuck…more!” She almost snarled the words, biting his upper lip a moment, then releasing them upon a soul-deep moan as he drove even deeper into the clutch of her sex. Her wetness was everywhere, dripping down between his legs, coating his balls with it, the scent so strong he could taste it, only firing his lust to ever more dangerous heights.

Bringing her tight against him, he held her there, rendering her helpless against his strength, her lips, her tongue, her teeth working his ear, the corner of his jaw, the soft flesh at the side of his throat.

But he cared not, even when the sharp pain of her teeth digging into him flared hot. Harder and harder, the desperation spilling over into ferocious possession he thrust into her, the head of his cock battering her cervix with each deep plunge. Still, she only seemed to want more, and he was happy to provide just that.

He lost track of time as he held her, plunging her body upon his full length over and over again, as if she weighed nothing at all. He was mesmerized by the jealous grip of her sex about him, the way her body seemed to come alive, enlivened by a strength that was more than any mere human’s.

In an embarrassingly brief span of time, his balls were boiling, his cock swelling still more, his climax close, Stacy’s lost, animal moans loud in his ear as she pleaded.

“More… give it to me… need it… oh fuck,more!”

The last almost painful clench of her sex upon him was more than he could resist, and he threw his head back, claws out and clutched her shoulders, the tips just sinking into her skin as he grunted, each burst of pleasure pulling more and more from him, his vision graying out as he came, his seed pouring forth.

Bringing her down upon him one last time, he jerked and shuddered as deep inside her as he could go, Stacy crying out as she ground her clit against him, reaching her own orgasm as he flooded her with semen, his fluids dripping out onto the mattress below. The hot, earthy musk of their essences melded into an intoxicating mix that filled the room, and he breathed deeply of it, willing himself to come back to earth as the last of his orgasmic spasms subsided.

“What… God… what did we do?” Stacy slumped against him, her lips soft and trembling against the join of his shoulder. “What…?”

“We did what we were meant to do.” He stroked her hair, gripping her soft ass in his hand, his cock twitching deliciously inside her. “What we weremadeto do.”

And it was true. If the silly woman had the sense to admit it.

Either way though, it didn’t matter, really. The result would be the same, in the end.

Omega. True mate. Mine.

Then the blaring ringtone of his phone sounded from behind them. Under them.

“Shit,” he muttered, rolling them both over onto their side, the soft mattress welcoming them into its comfortable embrace. Stacy sprawled across the bedspread as he pulled his cock free of the grip of her pussy. He shivered, instantly regretting it, wanting to be back inside her with every atom of his being.

Soon.

Grunting, he dragged his phone from the back pocket of his jeans, connecting the call even as he tried to tuck his still erect cock behind the confines of his zipper.

“Yeah?”

It was Knox—and his voice held something Dmitri rarely heard in the man’s normally cool-as-ice baritone.

Dread.

“You, uh, you need to come out here.”

“Where?What’s going on?” Dmitri flew to his feet, glancing back at the motionless Stacy. Mercifully, her eyes were closed, her breathing easy and regular, as if she might be falling asleep. His cock twitched at the sight of her cunt, lips swollen and red, a steady stream of his pearly seed dripping from her sex, darkening a growing spot upon the bed covers between her splayed legs.

“Just… just get out here. We’re on Warren, about a mile down from the junction with Sentry Road. You’ll see us. “

Then the line went dead.

“Knox?”

He dialed the number again, but it went to voicemail.

“Fuck.”

With a last longing look at the now slumbering woman he knew in his bones was going to be his omega, Dmitri slipped from the room.

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