Page 42 of Wicked Truths

Okay, so I’ll be embarrassed later by the moan that escapes, but as he wiggles his cock down, perfectly lining up with my hole, all thought flees my mind.

“Please?” I beg, trying to keep my voice down.

“Goddamn, you know how much I love hearing you beg for me.” His hand that’s holding his head up moves to tilt my face to his. He slams his mouth to mine as I try to complain about morning breath. He slams inside me a second later, holding me in place with the hand that’s splayed over my stomach and ribs. “You’re lucky I’m as desperate for you as you are to have me inside you. I’ll have to make you plead for me next time.” He growls, kissing my cheek and pulling back. “Fuck, I should have taken the shirt off. I love watching your tits bounce as I plow into you from behind.”

I nod, my head rolling back against his chest. This is why he’s so damn dangerous. He makes me feel like no one else ever has and it’s addictive. Even though he talks shit, it stillfeelslike his words are true, and he needs me as much as I need him.

I’m quite fond of the way his warm body wraps around mine. I love the intensity of the moment as his thick length rakes my walls while he thrusts in and out. Spooning sex with Marcus is actually one of my favorite positions. Fine, I’m an omega. I love all positions that involve an alpha, but I know I’m fucked because I’ve got serious feelings for the one currently working me over.

My fingers brush my clit, and I slide a couple down to tease over his slightly swollen knot.

“Fuck, dirty girl, you must want me to fill that tight little pussy up. The way you’re rippling around me. Damn, you’re so fucking snug.” He rakes his teeth over the top of my shoulder. It’s on top of the material, but I wish I could feel his teeth on my bare skin. I sob something to that effect, and he growls low. “You’ve got to cover your mouth. This tiny room is feeling a little bit too much like a nest and it’s sending my impulses into overdrive.”

I untangle my free hand from the pillow and spend the next few minutes begging into my palm. He bucks his knot inside me, and I gasp, “Ohmigod, yes!”

It’s heaven, that’s what it is. Pure fucking bliss in knot form. Everything gets super hazy as I squeeze around his swelling appendage.

“One of these days I won’t be able to hold back, and you’ll truly be stuck with me.” His words are low and growly like he’s physically in pain trying to hold himself back. It only makes the urge to beg for his bite stronger. My head shakes against his chest because I need him to know I think I would be okay with that, but he wraps his hand over my mouth as his forearm cradles the top of my head. “Tease your clit, beautiful. I’m not going to last with you tightening around my knot like that.”

I frown into his hand. I think he forgets that he’s an alpha. He might come, but it won’t stop him from fucking me into oblivion over and over again. I’ve held myself back from asking him if he’s knotted anyone before me, but suddenly I’m very sure I need to know because I don’t think he has. He mentioned he’d never been with an omega the first night we fucked, but that doesn’t mean he had never knotted anyone.

I mean, he’s definitely knotted me so many times I’ve lost count, but it kind of feels like maybe he isn’t used to that? Or maybe I’m delusional because I want that to be the case. It’s hard to tell.

Marcus thrusts as much as he can with his knot locked inside me. His cock swells so thick it gets super intense. I whine into his grip, working my clit just right, and my pleasure builds beautifully.

I thrust my ass back, grinding to meet him, and his warm breath fans over my neck and shoulder.

“Fuck me,” he growls, going rigid behind me. “That’s my good girl. Work me off.” I do the best I can while coming all over his cock. I try to stay as quiet as possible, but it doesn’t feel like it works. Marcus is loud as hell, growling out his release as his shaft jumps inside me. “Such a perfect little omega, grinding on your alpha’s knot. Keep milking out every drop.”

I tremble against him as he finally releases my mouth. He tilts my face to his, nuzzling his cheek to mine from behind.

“Holy fuck,” I whisper as my chest heaves. I can only partially see his face, but the pupil I can see is huge.

Marcus simply nods. “Yeah.”

They warn women not to confuse sex with emotion, but dammit. I’m pretty sure I’m already screwed. Marcus yanks me back into him, sliding his hand up to run his fingers over my sternum under the shirt.

I don’t know how to fight the warm fuzzy feeling that fills my chest. The major problem is that I don’t want to.

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Sometimes we shower at the venue. Other times the label sets us up with a hotel room where we spend most of the day between practices. Today is one of those days where we’ve got a hotel room. We’re doing another show in the same venue tomorrow night, so we even get the luxury of sleeping in a real bed for two nights. It always seems like such a waste to dirty up a room when we won’t come back to it after the show, so it’s a nice change.

I walk out of the bathroom, drying my hair with one of the plush hotel towels. Marcus is lying across the bed in the room we opted to share. He’s messing around on his phone.

Good God, those jeans hug his tight ass in a way that has me biting my lip.

I toss the towel on the counter and climb on top of him. I lie my head on his shoulder and kind of hug him from behind. Which is weird. I know it’s strange even as I’m doing it, but damn, I just need there to not be any space between us.

Marcus tosses his phone down and squeezes my hand wrapped over his shoulder. “Feeling a little neglected?”

“I’m okay.” My wet hair shakes against his shirt, but he chuckles. He manages to roll over under me until I’m kneeling and then lying against his chest. He runs a hand down my back. I’m in a dress, but his warmth seems to radiate through the material.

“It’s all right,” he murmurs, marking the top of my head with his scent. It sends a shiver through my entire body. “You can soak up my pheromones any time you need them.” He kisses the top of my head, and my cheeks feel warm. “Yours soothe me too.”

I light up like a freaking goober. I hope he’s not a good actor. I honestly don’t know if my heart could handle another blow if he’s just playing games with me.

There’s a loud knock on the door to our room. Technically all five of us are staying in one big suite, but there are only four bedrooms, so two of the guys were originally going to have to double up. That made no sense considering Marcus and I spend six out of seven nights together. Honestly, probably more like seven out of seven recently. They never warn you how lonely it gets on the road.

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