Page 126 of Choosing Their Omega

And when he catches me, he’ll use all of that Alpha strength to fuck me.

I whimper with arousal, panting as I pivot around another tree.

I don’t know how long we run like that, but I know that my lungs are burning by the time a strong arm latches around my wrist. Miles yanks me hard against his body, my back to his chest as he pins me against him. I can feel the hot press of his cock, which is already hard behind his pants, and I mewl softly as he grinds it against my back.

“Caught you,” he breathes in my ear, sending fire racing through me.

I squirm in his hold, putting up enough of a fight that we both go down to the leaf-strewn forest floor. But it’s not enough to get free. Miles wraps his arms tighter around me, his large frame pinning me down. One of his hands slides between my legs, rubbing at my clit through the barrier of my clothes, and I mewl and buck against him.

“You’re so damn hot like this,” he groans, grinding his cock against my ass. “Can’t wait to be inside you.”

His other hand works at my clothes, flipping the button of my pants open and working the zipper down. It’s all messy and chaotic as he yanks me up to my hands and knees, pulling my pants and panties down only as far as my upper thighs. My legs are pinned in place by my clothes, hampering my movements even further, and the sharp rasp of Miles’s zipper behind me makes my nipples harden into points.

“Brace yourself,” he warns, his voice smooth and dark.

Then his hands grip my hips hard as he drives into me. The sudden intrusion of his cock sinking deep into me makes my back arch, my fingers digging into the soft, grassy earth beneath me. I cry out, loud and keening, and Miles seems to like that, because he slaps my ass before drawing back and pitching his hips forward again.

“That’s right,” he growls. “Get loud for me, red. Fucking scream for me.”

I do, and it seems to make him absolutely feral—which I can relate to, because that’s exactly how I feel right now too.

“Miles!” I cry out, my heart hammering inside my chest. “Oh fuck! Oh god, oh fuck!”

He grunts, keeping one hand on my hip to steady me as his other hand wraps around my throat. The feel of his calloused palm against the delicate skin makes me shiver with arousal, but he doesn’t squeeze—not hard, anyway. Just hard enough that I realize he wants to feel the vibrations of the sounds I’m making.

So I let him, giving him more and more and more of them. My sounds are wild and uninhibited, whimpers and breathy pleas and full-throated shouts as he slowly breaks me apart.

When I come, I scream it out to the sky, clamping down hard around his cock as my body milks him.

“Fuck,” Miles groans. “Shit. God, red, you feel too good.”

He pumps a few more times, letting me ride out my release, then slides out. He’s breathing hard, and he gives my ass another slap before the hand that was around my throat moves to my hair instead. I’m still reeling from the climax as he pulls me up to a kneeling position, and when he comes around to stand in front of me, his cock is wet and shiny from my arousal.

“Told you I was gonna fuck your sweet pussy and then your mouth,” he murmurs. “I almost lost it when you came on my cock. It felt too damn incredible. But I want to feel that pretty mouth wrapped around me. I’m gonna knot inside your mouth this time. Can you take it?”

My eyes widen, and even though my stomach flutters with nerves, I swear my mouth just started to water. “Yes. Give it to me. Please.”

“Love hearing you beg for my cock,” he mutters roughly. Then he grips my head in both hands and slides into my mouth.

He’s only slightly more gentle fucking my face than he was when he fucked my pussy, driving in deep and giving me only a few seconds to adjust before he starts to pick up the pace. My clit is throbbing, so much pleasure coursing through me that it’s almost like a non-stop continuation of my orgasm, and I grab on to Miles’s ass.

His pants are hanging low on his hips, leaving his ass bare, and I can feel the flex of his muscles beneath my fingers with every thrust.

“So close,” he mutters. “So close. So… fuck!”

With a roar, he spills down my throat, his knot inflating and filling my mouth. There’s a moment of panic as I feel it lodge between my teeth, and I almost start to struggle against it. But then a rush of his scent hits my nostrils—cinnamon, cocoa, and hot ginger, masculine and soothing—and the tension in my shoulders relaxes.

His cock pulses with each jet of cum, and I swallow around him, feeling him deep in the back of my throat.

Miles cradles my face gently, his fingers feathering over my cheeks, my eyebrows, my hairline, as he looks down at me with such tender adoration that I feel like I might melt.

“Such a good girl,” he breathes. “Such a perfect Omega. You take me so well, Lily. No one else could take me like this. Only you. Only ever you.”

He keeps talking, and it’s almost hypnotic. Our gazes lock, his hazel irises shining in the light that filters down through the tree branches. I’ve never experienced anything like it, and part of me never wants it to end.

But it does, of course.

I don’t know how long it takes, but eventually his knot begins to deflate. He slips out of my mouth then drops to his knees, replacing his cock with his tongue as he kisses me deeply, possessively. Consumingly.

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