Page 39 of The Mafia's Omega Queen

As amazing as the food smells, Haylee’s cupcake scent overpowers it all, making my mouth water. Fuck the food. I can think of something better to have right now.

She comes around my desk and places the plate on the free space in the corner, setting down utensils with it. Before she can retreat around the desk, I snag her waist and pull her down into the chair with me. She squeaks as she lands on my lap, then laughs as I bury my nose in her neck, inhaling her delectable scent. Yeah. I definitely want her more than dinner right now.

And it’s just my luck that my beautiful mate came dressed in a simple red T-shirt dress and knee-high, black fluffy socks. She looks so Gods damn sexy and sweet at the same time. Plus, my favorite, easy access.

I plant open-mouthed kisses on her neck, her soft little sighs spurring me on. My palm glides up the smooth skin of her leg, her thighs parting for me without having to beg. Her mind is right where mine is as she grinds her ass against my cock, the friction caused by my jeans and boxers heightening the experience. But nothing will ever beat the feel of being inside her cunt.

Haylee jumps from my lap without warning and spins around, straddling me in my office chair. Her hands deftly pop the button on my pants, and she wrenches the zipper down, digging her hand under my blue underwear to stroke my dick. My knot is already fully formed, knowing where this is leading. Directly into her pussy.

“Fuck me, Arden,” Haylee purrs, tightening her grip as her thumb swipes through the pre-cum, no doubt collecting on my head.

Tucking my fingers into my waistband, I lift my hips in haste, working my jeans and boxers down untill I’m free. I push Haylee’s dress up to her waist, admiring the little strip of lace concealing her from me. I hook it with my finger, pulling it out of the way to find her cunt wet and ready for me.

She lifts herself up with the help of the armrests of my chair as I fist my knot, poising myself at her entrance. She slowly lowers herself, taking just the tip first. Then she starts rocking herself a little, working her way down one inch at a time. Finally, after what feels like one of Hunter’s torture regiments, she sheaths me completely in her channel.

“Fuck, sweets,” I groan. “You feel so damn good.”

“So do you, my love,” she says sweetly, cupping my face and pressing her lips to mine.

Her tongue invades my mouth as her rocking motion turns into bouncing. We fight for dominance, but for once, I give in, letting her take control. She lets out a soft cry at the victory, but I swallow it down, claiming that sound for my own. Haylee’s scent swirls around my office, something that I’ll be smelling for days. Not that I’d complain about it. I may have to make this a weekly occurrence just so I don’t lose it.

She breaks off the kiss, breathless, then wraps her arms around my neck as she lifts and drops herself on my dick. Her ample tits are right in my face, and even though they’re still covered with her dress, there’s no hiding the fact that her nipples are pebbled, poking through the fabric.

Taking her breasts in my hands, I push them together, nipping back and forth at each one. My sweets moans when I snag one of her nipples between my teeth and bite down. Her pussy clenches around me when I do it, so I do it again to the other.

The sounds of our skin slapping against each other, along with the friction of her lace thong rubbing against my shaft, has my balls drawing up and my knot throbbing for release. I don’t know how she knows, but she just does. She slams herself repeatedly onto my knot until finally, with a scream of pure pleasure, my knot slips between her folds and into her hot channel.

Haylee squeezes my bulbous mound like a vise as she comes, milking me for all I’m worth. Her release triggers my own, and I groan as I fill her hot pussy with my cum. I bury my face in her sweaty neck, licking and kissing the column of her throat as we both come down from our highs.

Two high-pitched alarms start blaring through the room, emitting from my computer.

Right in the nick of time.

“What’s that?” Haylee mumbles with a contented sigh.

“That, my love, means we have a culprit behind the attack.”

She gasps, trying to wiggle free of my knot, earning a groan from deep in my chest. The movement sparks arousal, shooting through me once again. Her channel clenches around me even tighter, and before I even realize what’s happening, Haylee is whimpering and grinding against me, my office chair bouncing with every thrust of her hips.

My omega is insatiable.

Gripping her ass cheeks in my hands, I hold her tight against my body, thrusting up into her as much as my locked-up knot will allow. But that minimal movement is more than enough to bring me on the edge once more.

“Fuck, sweets. You want more of my cum deep inside you, don’t you?”

“Please,” she whimpers. “Please, Alpha.”

Shit. How can I say no to that?

I grip her even harder, no doubt leaving bruises on her beautiful skin. Since I can’t mark my sweet mate yet, it’ll have to do as my claim in the meantime. Grinding up into her, I make sure her clit rubs against my pelvic bone, and I’m rewarded with her nails digging into my shoulders, leaving her own claim on my flesh.

Her walls flutter around me, and I bite down on her shoulder—not breaking the skin—and she goes off like a rocket, her keening wail echoing around my office.

“Haylee,” I groan as I climax with her, shooting more white hot ropes of cum deep into her cunt.

We sit there a while longer locked in an embrace as we both come down from our highs. Her body is like a limp noodle in my arms, and if it weren’t for my still-expanded knot, she probably would have slid right off my lap onto the floor.

“I love you,” she mumbles around a yawn, her eyelashes fluttering against my neck.

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