I’ve always known something was lurking underneath the surface. A part of me I kept locked behind a door. It’s possessive. Dominant. It would kill for this woman in a heartbeat.
And, yeah, it’s also me.
I tear my lips from hers. My teeth find the soft flesh of her throat, nipping.
Blood. I need to taste hers. She needs to taste mine. I want her mark on me. That’s what omegas do to their mate, letting the world know of their claim, of their property.
“God, take your clothes off. I need you, Zeb.”
She doesn’t need to ask me twice. I rock back on to my heels, rip my jacket off and toss it aside. My shirt comes next, landing in a heap on the floor.
She’s already tearing her dress over her head. Her tits are jiggling about as she lifts her hips and grabs her panties to pull them down.
Fuck, yes! I snatch them from her hands, rip them down, and toss them behind me.
“Pants,” she mutters breathlessly, when I dive for her.
In a minute… My lips are on her tit, sucking her plump nipple into my mouth. She moans, her fingers spearing my hair.
Needy little thing.
I switch to the other side, sucking little love bites all over the plump flesh before latching onto her nipple, and sucking hard.
“God, please!” she mumbles, trying to tear me off.
It penetrates the crazy that’s enveloped my mind. I lift my head, feeling a mask come down over me.
She’s breathing heavily, her lips puffy from my kisses. Little marks are blooming all over her tits and throat. Savage satisfaction slams into me seeing them there.
We stare at one another.
“What?” she says breathlessly. “What is that look?”
I smirk. “Somebody is due a punishment.”
She shakes her head. “I don’t think that’s app?—”
“I’m not asking you. I’m telling you.” I rock back, climb off the bed and strip out of my remaining clothes.
She pushes up to a kneeling position, her eyes going straight to my dick… which is a modest size at present. Perfect for what I have in mind.
I fist my cock and slowly stroke. She swallows. “Get over here and make me hard.”
Huffing out a little breath, she crawls toward the end of the bed where I wait for her hot little mouth to work its magic. “I don’t think you need any help.”
My grin feels dark and unwholesome on my lips. I sink my fingers into her hair and draw her sweet lips closer. “Suck it, baby. Make it good. And then we’re going to check your nightstand drawer for lubricant.
Her eyes snap to meet mine.
“You’re definitely gonna need some for what I have in mind.”
She groans:fuckinggroans. And then her lips are on me and she’s sucking me straight to the back of her throat.
Goddamn, she’s good at this.
I throw a look up at the ceiling and fight the urge to blow. And I still want to kill every other fucker that’s ever had this pleasure from her.
I tighten my fingers on her hair. “I’m going to fuck your ass. You ever been taken there before?”
