Page 10 of Wicked Truths

My pulse pounds as I squirm against his front. I have no idea what happens next, but I’m super freaking excited to find out. He slides his palm up my neck before tilting my chin up to face him.

“Why exactly would a beta be perfuming?” He brushes his lips over mine.

“You know I’m not,” I whisper. He’s been suspicious and making comments for a while. I’m pretty sure Hawk figured it out when I released soothing pheromones when Love went into labor at one of the shows I did with Matted Whine. And I don’t know for sure, but since Marcus was living with Love and the guys when they found out, I think they either told him or he overheard them talking. I don’t care how he knows. I just want him inside me. “Do I have to beg, Marcus?”

“Nah. I’m going to take care of you,” he growls before shoving his tongue into my mouth. His hand on my ass flexes as he grinds his cock against my panties.

The friction from his jeans feels amazing. I sob that, and my face heats, burning with embarrassment.

Marcus snarls, sounding every bit the alpha he is.

“I’ve never fucked an omega,” he says in between frantic kisses.

My hands work on his belt.

I feel majorly accomplished when I finally get it open. He bumps my face to the side, licking down my neck. I’m so wet it’s embarrassing.

“I need you inside me,” I beg as quietly as I can. The fog is creeping in and that’s a very bad sign.

Unbonded alpha and unclaimed omega combined with alcohol?

Apparently I don’t make good choices when my feelings are hurt.

I let out a sob when he pulls me off the wall and walks us somewhere. His tongue piercing feels strange as he kisses me.

My ass hits a cool counter and I wobble, clutching Marcus to stay upright. The material of my dress pools around my hips as he pulls me to the edge. I move my hands to grip the surface as he hits his knees in front of me. He very efficiently pulls my calves to rest on his shoulders and fucks my world up as he licks my clit over my panties.

I tremble, focusing on keeping myself from falling despite the awkward angle.

“Fucking hell, dirty girl,” he growls against my thigh. “You’re soaked.”

My face flames.

He’s right.

My hand leaves the edge of the counter, and I bury my fingers in his long hair. His tanned skin is covered in tattoos. They stand out in stark contrast as I stare down at him, biting my lip to keep from begging. He’s just incredibly freaking hot, and he wants me as much as I want him.

Or that’s what it feels like.

I’ve never really felt like anyone is desperately attracted to me.

It feels incredible.

“Hey, Oakley, want me to lick your slick little pussy?” he asks, smirking.

“Yes, please,” I beg, trying to force him closer with a handful of his hair.

“Mmm, gladly.” He leaves my panties on but pulls them to the side. The look of hunger on his face takes my breath away.

No man has ever looked at me the way he is.

Marcus stares directly into my eyes as he swipes his tongue over my dripping slit. He’s got one arm around my lower back, helping me to stay upright. He uses that arm to tilt me back a little as he tongues my drenched sex.

My legs tremble as they tighten around his shoulders. He licks and sucks like I’m the best thing he’s ever tasted. The way he manages to totally destroy me with that bemused look on his face should piss me off, but somehow, it only makes everything more intense. He’s not subtle or gentle as he buries his entire face in my pussy.

I moan as he laps at my hole before moving up to tease my clit. He flicks his piercing against it and it’s too much.

My nipples ache as my pussy tightens around nothing. Marcus growls, dipping his tongue inside my hole. I have to slap my free hand over my mouth to keep reasonably quiet as I lose complete control. My hand in his hair tightens as he growls. It’s an indescribable sound that makes me ache to hear more of it, but it’s the way it vibrates against my skin that has me convulsing.

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