Page 140 of Shattered Omega: Part Two

Trust.

Something more absolute than I’d ever felt from her.

There was a low rumble in my chest.

“You’re going to use them to get me off,” I told her. “You’re going to keep playing with yourself, and the closer you get to your orgasm, the more you’re going to choke yourself. I want to finish in your tight throat before I let you finish. Is that clear?”

“Yes, Alpha,” she replied, lip caught in her teeth, nightshade becoming an aphrodisiac.

It wasn’t that I had to use commands. I knew she would do what I said, but the feeling of her submitting to me like this, it was a high I had never anticipated. It was more than just about how hot it was; it was her trust, and the safety she felt whenever she allowed herself to be swept away by the command.

Her scent was a storm of lust in the room as she sank to the floor, fingers not leaving my length as she did. I groaned as she took my tip between her lips and began to work my cock.

I closed my fingers in her hair and around the blindfold so I was everywhere for her, but I let her do the work, my command driving her onwards.

It wasn’t long before she was shaking as she neared her own orgasm, taking me deeper and deeper. Knowing that drew me right to my climax, and the nails of her free hand dug into my thigh as she dragged herself over my cock.

“Fuck, you’re so goddamned beautiful,” I groaned, tugging the blindfold from her.

This was on another level, feeling the command between us, seeing her eyes water as she desperately choked herself on my cock, shuddering with an orgasm she couldn’t reach.

Her nails drew blood along my thigh as I came, grip rough in her hair as I unloaded down her throat.

She was panting when I released her, and I had to help her to her feet before I lifted her in my arms and set her down on the bed near the headboard. She let out little moans with almost every touch, and with what strength she had left, she tried to drag me closer.

“I want you,” she whined.

“You’ll have me, Gem. I’m going to take care of you.” I pressed kisses along her skin, careful around the healingwounds. “When you were out there, did you want them to join in?” I asked.

“Yes.” She’d chosen me tonight, and I would be just a tiny bit selfish about that. I would keep her to myself, but not forever.

“You’re going to take us all, aren’t you? There are so many ways we’re going to ruin you.” I drew her closer, lifting her hips enough that I could line it up against her entrance.

There was a low, feral growl in her chest as she felt me, and her back arched, trying to take me sooner.

“I’m going to enjoy watching Ransom and Umbra take you while I claim your throat,” I breathed, pressing into her all the way. I leaned forward, cupping her neck, my thumb brushing the bite I’d given her as I rocked into her. “Squeeze me, precious.”

“Mmm,” the sound that rose in her throat as I felt her tight cunt clench over me like a vice was so hot.

“Fuck.” I almost came right then. “Would you be able to take us all?” I asked as I slid out of her slowly. “Your whole pack at once?”

She nodded, a needy whine slipping out at the words. Her fingers dug into my hair to the point of pain as I slammed back in and set a pace to leave the whole bed shaking. The sounds coming from her with each stroke were so hot, more so, knowing they’d be loud enough that Umbra and Ransom could probably hear.

“Would you like that? Letting them fill you up while I told you to fuck them however I want?”

“Yes,” she whined, arching against me so she could take me deeper with each thrust. “Please,” she begged. “Knot me, Dusk.”

She was shaking, each exhale accompanied by a little moan.

That was enough to send me over the edge. I slammed in. She cried out, her whole body seizing over me as I pressed my knot into her.

Fuck. Me.

My grip was punishing on her waist as I rutted her with my knot buried deep, finishing violently as her whole body arched, grip enough to tear my hair out as she was wrecked by the orgasm she’d been denied for so long.

I turned us so she was resting on my chest, and I propped myself up at the head of the bed. She curled up against me, still shivering with little aftershocks.

I wrapped my arms around her, pulling covers over us and holding her close. It was a long time before she surfaced, and still her eyes were dazed as she peered up at me. I traced circles on her skin with my thumb ever so gently, almost touching one of her wounds. I had helped her treat them again this morning, and they were healing bit by bit.

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