Page 81 of Wicked Truths

I smirk. “You’re cute when you’re bossy.”

Her nails slide down my back to the top of my ass, digging in as I work back down to her opening.

My palm falls to the bed to hold me up. My movement scrunches Oakley into a pretzel since I’ve still got her leg over my arm. I shove just the tip inside her, and my head falls back as I curse.

I give her a couple of deep thrusts, and my tip bounces against the bottom, despite how soaked she is.

Fuck, I probably should have prepped her a little better.

Oakley seems fine. She tosses her face into my chest since she’s not tall enough to reach my throat. The dirty little vixen bites my pec, flicking her tongue over the indents.

“You’re real fucking dangerous,” I growl. “And you feel incredible.”

“You do too.” She nods. “Please, Liam. Fuck me deep.”

“I’m going to go ahead and apologize in case I embarrass myself.” I bend down, nuzzling my cheek to hers. “It’s been a long fucking time.”

“That’s the benefit of being an alpha with an omega.” Oakley smiles against my cheek. I laugh because I had definitely forgotten about that. “Now, rut me, alpha.”

My head gets foggy as I breathe in her sweet scent, and I do exactly that. My balls slap against her ass as I work my way in and out. My eyes meet hers, and it’s like I get tunnel vision. I can feel her tits bouncing against my chest and the way her toes dig into my ass, but it’s the deep connection that seems to burn between us that sends me straight into the fog.

ChapterTwenty-Six

Oakley

There’s something so raw and vulnerable about the look on Liam’s face as he shoves his mouth to mine. I forgot that he isn’t circumcised. It feels very much the same and also kind of different. Not that I have all that much experience to compare.

Liam growls into the kiss, unhooking my leg from his forearm. I didn’t mind it. It made me feel like I was stretched wide open, but the way he plasters himself to me, fucking me into the mattress, I don’t know. It feels more intimate this way.

“I’ve never been inside someone bare before,” he murmurs against my lips. “It’s a whole different experience. I’m a little afraid I’m going to get addicted to you.”

My silly heart flames as he pulls out, slamming back in. His palm caresses my cheek as he stares into my eyes.

The stretch is extreme, but it’s the way his tip feels like it’s firmly planted in my stomach that makes me beg. I ramble out pleas for his bite as he rolls his pelvis against my clit.

His weight feels delicious. He’s pressing me so deeply into the mattress that it’s hard to move, but I do try to work his shaft from below.

“Please knot me,” I sob as everything gets fuzzy. I’m hyper focused on Liam’s scent, and the warm brush of his skin against mine.

“I don’t think I can like this. I’m already bottoming out. I think you need a little more prep…” He bites his lip, running his hand over the top of my head. “I wasn’t patient enough.”

“Alphas,” I huff, planting my feet for leverage before grinding to meet him. It still doesn’t force his knot inside me. “Use me, I need you to rut.”

“Would switching positions help?” Sullivan leans with his head on his palm, but he’s close enough that I can feel his breath fan over my arm as he speaks.

“It might,” Liam concedes as his words run together with his accent. “But I also like feeling her trapped under me.”

Sullivan nods. “How about I sit up on the pillows and you flip her over. Kind of like Marcus did the other night, but doggy style. You can climb over her back if you need to.”

“No, this is fine,” I snap. “He just needs to try harder or, in this case, fuck me deeper.”

Liam pushes himself up while I try to claw him back down. I still haven’t processed what Sullivan said. It’s surprising he might want to participate, but in a good way. I remember how miserable he looked when he said the biggest thing was that he didn’t want me to make a big deal out it.

Liam pulls me up as Sullivan spreads wide and pats his thighs.

“Let me take care of you.” Sullivan’s face transforms into the smile that makes my heart race.

“You’re sure you’re clear-headed—not at all pheromone drunk?” I whisper, pulling an arm up to cover my boobs.

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