“Fuck, astéri mou. Just this once.” He bent forward and cupped her chin, kissing her with a passion that contained nothing of reason.
Smirking, I slid off Lyla’s panties and licked my lips to see her hot little pussy framed between her legs. I dropped her underwear in the pile with her other clothes and kissed down over her ass, giving her a mock bite. Her small cry was muffled against Ozzi’s mouth.
Bite her. Mark her. Claim her!
Never let her go.
A growl thundered in my chest. Fucking hell, I wanted to make her ours. I’d never let her out of my sight. And when I couldn’t be there, I’d lock her in a house no one could ever get inside but our pack. She was too precious, too…
Damn me. This was my overwhelming Alpha instinct which caused my ex to run away. Aurora saw my beast and escaped. The girl was smart for doing so.
Now I had to be smart. I wanted Ozzi to lose his sense of reason, but I had to keep it. No smothering, no caging of the beautiful bird, despite everything in me that wanted to do so all in the name of taking care of her and keeping her safe.
Ozzi and Lyla were still kissing. His free hand groped her breasts as she dipped hers into his pants. He groaned, low in his throat, and she shuddered with it.
She had her treat there, and I would take mine.
I climbed onto the table behind her. It was old and made with thick chestnut wood, solid enough to hold us. It didn’t even wobble.
Bending sideways, I lifted one of her legs to expose her wet cunt. Her thighs shone with slick, and the feminine scent of her from her core pushed my arousal through the roof. I dove right in, licking and sucking all her delicious bits. I may have just feasted upon her that morning, but I could never tire of her.
Lyla mewled, squirming and pressing against my hungry mouth. I showed her no mercy and went right for her rosy clit. Sucking it hard, I gave her rear another smack before I freed my cock.
I stroked myself as I nibbled on her, loving the way her body responded to me. She was ready, so ready, to be filled with my knot. Fuck, I wanted to do so with every fiber of my being.
Knot her, claim her!
Snarling at myself, I straightened to kneel behind her. I rubbed her sweet ass and took the head of my dick to slide up and down her slit.
One thrust. That was all it would take.
Then she’d be ours forever.
No. Virgin. This wasn’t how it should happen for her. Lyla was a queen. She deserved to be pampered in luxury the moment she gave herself over.
Self control sucked!
I eased my thumb into her tight pussy as I circled her clit with my fingers. She rocked against my hand and soaked my forearm with her slick.
Glancing up, Lyla had pushed Ozzi’s pants open and engulfed his erection with her mouth. She gobbled it, sucking it into her mouth, trying to take it all in but gagging at its length. Ozzi had gathered her hair into one hand and held it back and up out of her face. His eyes fluttered as he murmured encouragement under his breath.
One thrust. It would be so easy.
I stroked her harder, faster, and with my other hand, I jerked my cock between the rounded cheeks of her ass. My hips pumped with the rhythm. My dick was so close to her pussy. Just a little change of angle and it would drive home where it belonged.
Lyla deserved better.
Her body shook, a sign she was near orgasm.
My balls drew up, imagining I was deep inside of her. Her inner muscles clutched at my digit.
Ozzi cried out and threw back his head. Lyla’s cheeks worked as she drank back his cum and then broke her seal around his shaft to scream with her climax. The room filled with the sound of her pleasure.
One thrust to take her to new heights, to lock my knot in her.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I cursed and then roared as my cock exploded. Thick ropes of cum erupted from my bulbous head and splattered over her butt and lower back as I continued to stroke my dick.
When the last drop fell, I curled myself over her from behind and kissed across her shoulder and the back of her neck. Ozzi crouched down and placed kisses over her whole face as she went limp between us. Her body was still hot, but not feverish. We’d saved our Omega from suffering.
