Page 91 of Wicked Truths

I definitely approve of that plan.

ChapterTwenty-Nine

Hawk

I’m going to claim my omega. My teeth will be digging into her supple flesh before I come again. I know I’m teetering on the edge of going feral. I can admit that. The fact my head is filled with pure alpha fog makes denying it impossible.

We make it out of the shower, and I shove Oakley against the wall, grabbing the towel from the holder. I’m still buried deep inside her slick, warm heat. I do a shitty job of drying the both of us. Normally, I’d be ashamed of that, but Oakley claws at my lower back, whining and begging me to hurry. My forearm slides under her ass as I pull her off the wall.

I’m not far enough gone to forget safety, and we’re both still slick from the shower. I toss the towel down and lie Oakley’s head on it. My forearms hit the bed on either side of her head, and she gives me a killer smile that makes my heart beat funny.

“Are you going to claim me, Mr. Hawkins?” she asks, tilting her head and clenching her pussy.

“Oh, little one. I can assure you, you’re already mine,” I growl, capturing her mouth. She feels so tiny under my massive frame that it does give me pause, but she wiggles her hips like she’s aching for more of me. Her pussy flutters around me in a way that makes it impossible not to pull out and slam back in. “Fuck me.”

“Just like that,” she begs against my lips.

It’s hard to meet in the middle, but we manage. My hand frames the top of her head as I give her a final peck and pull back to kneel. It makes it easier to measure my strokes. I couldn’t care less if I can never bury my knot inside her. This is enough. It might have to be considering she’s barely taking half my length.

Alpha and omega biology is supposed to fit together, but Oakley is relatively petite, and I’m really fucking not.

“Hawk,” she whines, thrashing around under me. A low groan escapes as she slides a hand down to work her own clit. “I ache. I need you to rut into me!” Her head bobbles up and down as her teeth dig into her lower lip.

I pull out until only the head is left inside her and slide my forearms under her thighs before testing just how far I can slam home. The fact my cock is wet with her slick doesn’t help my composure in the least, but feeling her skin, it’s clear she’s warmer than she was. I repeat the process as I work in and out of her tight little cunt. My tip bounces against the bottom, and the feeling makes my chest heave.

“Can I bring this up here?” I ask, maneuvering one of her ankles to rest on my shoulder.

“Yes,” she moans. Now that she’s a little more stretched open I work on figuring out the best way to make her scream. I’m torn between watching the faces she makes and staring at where I disappear inside her. “You’re not rutting!”

“Uh-oh,” Marcus says, tossing himself down on the bed at Oakley’s side. “You’re not doing your job, alpha. Your omega is about to bring out the claws.”

I snarl, baring my teeth at him like a wild animal. Or in this case, a feral alpha. “Fuck off, Gaffney.”

I’m the only one without a bond, and having him this close sends my hackles up.

Marcus runs his fingers over Oakley’s cheek. “She’s not going to break, but she might have a fit if you don’t settle the wave of cramps she’s currently experiencing.” He’s in a pair of low-slung sweats and he does a sit up. “Try doggy style.”

I glare because I want to watch her face. He grabs her arm, pulling her up while I’m still inside her. It causes her leg to fall from resting on my shoulder.

Marcus gives my chest a shove and I roll, pulling Oakley to rest on my lap.

“Oh fuck,” she hisses, bouncing on her knees. “This is good. I like this.”

“That’s what we call compromise.” Marcus chuckles, pinching her nipple. “And would you look at that? She’s almost able to take your knot.” He moves to kneel near my knees as his hands land on her hips. He helps yank her down, and the feeling is almost too much.

All the air leaves my lungs as she rises and falls the next time. My feet plant on the mattress, and I fuck up into her as she grinds down. My slightly swollen knot slips inside her body.

I sit up and she falls to rest against my chest, which is now heaving like I’ve run a marathon. Holy fuck, that’s unbelievably intense.

“Are you okay?” I finally choke out.

Her eyes are hazy, but she grins. “I told you I could do it.”

“You sure did,” I murmur, kissing her forehead.

Marcus slides a hand between us, teasing her clit as my knot swells, locking us together.

Oakley’s body ripples around me in a way that triggers my impulse to rut. I don’t worry about Marcus as I plant my hands on her hips, helping her grind on my knot. The fog slips in as I dip my mouth to hers. The naughty little omega digs her teeth into my lower lip as she swivels her hips and instinct takes over. She can’t form a bond, but I sure as fuck can.

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