Page 128 of Claim & Don't Tell

“Come here,” she mumbles, reaching for me. “It’s so hot.”

“I need to text someone you work with, let them know you’re in heat.”

“Austinnnnn,” she whines. “Please fuck me.”

Dammit. This is just the beginning. I hoped we had a few more hours before it started, but the threat from Mr. Mosley must’ve triggered something. Omegas crave safety, but her dickhead ex-boss threatens all of that. I hate that fucker, but I’m more concerned about Quinn right now as she arches her back and releases a strained moan, more of her delicious scent filling the air around us.

I bet if I slipped my hand between her legs, her pants would be soaked through with slick. So fucking breedable.

Clenching my fists, I force myself to stay put. She’ll be so sad if she loses her internship. “Where’s your phone?”

“Fuck me,” she begs, running her hands all over her body, cupping her breasts, grinding into her pussy.

Forcing myself out of the walk-in closet, I search her room for her purse, finding it tossed on the floor near her bed. I grab the device and carry it back to the nest. Quinn reaches for me, and I tumble onto the bed, straddling her thighs and bracing myself with one arm on the mattress above her head.

She hums and extends a hand toward my crotch. I grab the other before she gets too far.

“Hold on,” I tell her through gritted teeth, showing her face to the camera so the phone will unlock.

Her fingers dive into my pants, gripping my dick and tugging on it. I grunt and slide my gaze to her face. She licks her lips, cheeks flushed and eyes hooded. “Knot.”

Fucking shit, I want my cum dripping from her cunt.

“In a minute. I need to just finish this message.” She always talks about her work buddy, Calla, so I find her name in the phone and fire off a message explaining the situation as best I can with Quinn’s hand pumping up and down my length. When I’m finished, I throw the phone out of the closet and thrust into her hand. “Okay, baby. Let’s see if we can’t make you more comfortable.”

She growls in protest when I pull her hand off my dick, but it’s necessary to get her undressed. Once she’s naked, I rip my clothes off and bury my face between her legs, running the flat of my tongue from her center to her clit. She bucks into my face and I purr. Every lap of my tongue is met with needy thrusts and keens. She needs a knot, but I want her cum on my tongue before I fill her pretty pussy with my own.

Pushing two fingers inside of her, I stroke her and swirl my tongue over the money spot, teasing and flicking until her fingers dig into my hair and she screams my name. My vision goes hazy as her sweet and salty cum spills across my lips. Pulsing and hard, my dick demands we bury ourselves inside of her. I barely manage to pull my fingers out of her before my cock takes their place, spreading her with my tip and the silicone ridges of my implants.

Her legs fall open, my sweet omega welcoming me with her slick and need. I slam my hands onto the mattress on either side of her head and thrust in, my balls slapping against her ass as she makes noises of approval.

Cunt wrapping around me like she was made for me, Quinn meets me thrust for thrust, rocking her hips as I slam into her with unrestrained fervor. Growls fill the closet, and I don’t know who’s responsible for them. I don’t fucking care.

My omega is soaking my length, begging for a knot and reaching for me. Descending, I claim her lips, hips slapping into hers over and over, the carnal sounds of wet pussy submitting to hard cock resonates in the air, pushing me deeper into a frenzy. Her little gasps and moans are mine, stolen by my tongue and swallowed with deep rumbling purrs and demanding growls.

Wrapping her in my arms, I bury my hands in her hair and wrench her head back, exposing her neck.

Mine.

I kiss my way down the exposed column of her throat as I spear into her, burying myself balls deep again and again until my cock begins to twitch and pulse.

“Gonna fill you up, baby,” I growl against her throat, holding her hair even tighter until she’s nearly prone underneath me, caught in my hold. At my mercy.

Her answering moan is music to my ears, and I thrust hard, grinding into her pussy as my knot stretches those perfectfucking walls until she’s choking me, cunt rippling and pulsing as the first of my seed spills inside of her.

An incoherent string of grunts and words tumble out of my lips.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she moans and arches into me, begging for more.

Rutting into her, I thrust my knot farther inside of her, desperate for my cum to fill her womb, desperate to see her tummy swell, overly full of seed and smelling like me. Marked and claimed as my omega.

My mate.

BRADY

I make it home first, having left the office as soon as I got Austin’s message about Quinn going into heat and that fucker Mosley sniffing around our door. Locking my car, I practically run inside, breathing in the scent of an aching omega and an alpha in rut. Fresh rain is thick in the air, outlining Quinn’s sweet, earthy perfume.

Discarding clothes on the way to her room, I fist my pulsing cock and tell my raging alpha that, soon enough, we’ll be inside of her. I find them in the closet, Austin dead to the world and Quinn stroking her hands over her body, trying to find a release she can’t achieve on her own, not in a heat like this. Her legs are splayed open, and her fingers stroke through her slit, wet noises filling the air as she plays with her clit.

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