“My turn,” I said, pressing my hands against his chest, and gettingabsolutely nowherebecause he was a giant brute of a shifter. “I want to taste you as well.”
He dropped his head to kiss across my tits once more, slower this time, without the burst of frantic need from before. He laved one nipple and then the other, over and over, until they were hard, sensitive peaks.
“What do you want to do to me?” he rasped against my marked skin. “Tell me exactly.”
Oh goddess. My head spun, but I managed to find the words for him. “I want your cock in my mouth, Alpha. I want to mark and taste you as well. I… I need to.”
He pushed off me, his arms braced on either side of my head. “Mark your alpha. Claim me so that no other does.”
He flipped our positions fast, and I ended up sprawled on top of him. The scrape of our bodies, my soft curves against his hard muscles, had me craving a life that wasn’t for me.
But at least I could hold on to these moments when it all went to shit.
Following Hunter’s style, I pressed my lips to his throat, tasting him as my teeth scraped over his skin. He tasted so fucking good, a hint of coffee spilling into my mouth, and I whimpered, barely stopping myself from breaking the skin.
I marked him as he’d done to me, leaving bruises and bites across his skin. His hands draped over my back in firm touches, then he tangled his fingers in the wet strands of my hair, as if he needed an anchor.
I continued down his hard body, licking and kissing over his many abs, and when I reached his thick cock, it was velvet steel spanning halfway up his stomach.
“Goddess,” I breathed, taking in the full length and width. “I’m going to choke to death.”
For the first time since they’d rescued me, there was a lightness in Hunter as he laughed. “You were made for me, little omega. You can take it.”
Wrapping my hand around his thick base, my fingers made it just over halfway as my tongue darted out to lap at the beads of pre-cum on the head of his cock. I moaned at how sweet he tasted. “Hunter, fuck. You taste so good.”
He groaned and tightened his hands in my hair. “Baby, I’m not going to be gentle.”
That was okay with me. Relaxing my jaw, I sucked on the tip, slowly moving my way along as much of his length as I could take. Which, granted, was not that much.
“Relax your throat,” he ordered as I gasped with his thrusts. “Let me in, Emme.”
Needing more, I relaxed my muscles, and another inch slid down my throat. I’d never had much of a gag reflex, which could be helpful, but not at his size.
Hunter’s hands tightened at the base of my hair. “There’s my good girl. You take me so well, baby. That’s it,” he crooned, and the soft praise traced down my spine like a warm embrace, surprising me with how much I liked it. Hollowing my cheeks, I rocked against him, sucking and licking his length. My eyes watered with his thrusts, and I barely managed to gasp in smallbreaths around his girth. “That’s it, little omega. Oh, fuck. You feel so fucking good.”
He rubbed his thumbs across the back of my neck, encouraging me to take more and more as he fucked my mouth. When I was sure I was about to pass out, he eased up, giving me a second to breathe. His pre-cum flooded my mouth, and I was desperate for more.
He started to thrust again. “I want you in my bed for the rest of our lives,” he murmured with each pulse. “You’re so fucking perfect, Emme. There’s never been a shifter as perfect for me, and I already crave you. Actually…”
He released my hair to grip my thighs, and I pulled off his dick as he spun me around until my cunt was in his face, and he was licking and finger fucking me once more.
Returning to his cock, I tried to focus on giving him as much pleasure as he was giving me, but half of my attention was on riding his face into another orgasm.
“Hunter,” I gasped around his hard thrusts, which choked me again. There was no stopping for either of us though, and I cried out around his cock as it grew harder, thickening and spilling into my mouth. His release slid down my throat and I took it all while my body shook apart into my own orgasm.
Cleaning him as thoroughly as he’d done for me, I realized that I was in big fucking trouble. One taste of Hunter would never be enough, and I had a feeling it’d be the same with all the other alphas.
If I walked away, I’d be leaving large parts of myself behind.
Parts I wasn’t sure I could live without.
Chapter
Thirty-Seven
FINLEY
My early morning skate cleared my mind, and I was no longer on the verge of shifting into my bear and rampaging through the city like a Japanese anime monster.
