"Need you." The words were a growl against my lips, his voice barely recognizable, rough and raw and animal, his hands shoving my ruined shirt off my shoulders, his fingers already working at my jeans with frantic desperation. "Need you so fucking bad it hurts."
"Then take me." I pulled back just enough to meet his eyes, my voice breathless and wanting, my hands sliding up his barechest, feeling the heat radiating from his skin like a furnace, my fingers tracing the hard planes of muscle. "I'm here. I'm yours."
He made a sound — something between a groan and a snarl — and then my jeans were gone, my underwear with them, torn away and discarded without care. I stood naked before him, chest heaving, skin flushed with arousal and anticipation. His dark eyes raked over my body, hungry and possessive, drinking in every curve and hollow like he wanted to memorize me. His chest heaved with each labored breath, his hands flexing at his sides like he was fighting not to grab me again.
"Beautiful." The word came out reverent, worshipful, even as his hands shot out and grabbed my hips hard enough to bruise, pulling me flush against him, his voice dropping to a rough whisper that made my toes curl. "So fucking beautiful. Mine. All mine."
"Yours." I arched into him, my hands finding his waistband, shoving his pants down, needing to feel him, needing everything. "Always yours."
The first touch of skin against skin made us both groan. He was hard and hot and impossibly thick, pressing against my stomach, and I could feel him throbbing with need. My body responded instantly — slick gathering between my thighs, soaking my inner folds.
"God, you smell incredible." He buried his face in my neck, breathing deep, pulling my scent into his lungs like he needed it to survive, his tongue dragging across my pulse point, tasting the salt on my skin, his voice muffled and desperate against my throat. "Fucking mine."
His mouth moved down my body, leaving a trail of heat in its wake, his lips and tongue mapping every inch of skin. He bit down on my shoulder — not hard enough to break skin, but hard enough to leave a mark that would last for days — and I criedout, the sharp sting of pain melting into something dark and delicious.
"Marking you." His voice was rough, possessive, his mouth hot and wet as it moved across my chest, his teeth scraping over sensitive flesh, his hands kneading my hips, holding me in place while he claimed me with his mouth. "Every inch. Want everyone to know you're mine. Want my scent all over you."
He dropped to his knees in front of me, and the sight of this powerful Alpha kneeling at my feet, his dark eyes blazing up at me with hunger and devotion, made my knees go weak. Before I could process the image, his hands were gripping my thighs, spreading me open, and his mouth was on me. His tongue parted my folds, lapping at the slick that had gathered there, and I nearly collapsed at the sensation. Hot and wet and devastating, his tongue exploring every inch of me, learning what made me gasp and what made me scream.
"Reid!" His name tore from my throat, my hands flying to his hair, gripping tight, using him to keep myself upright as my legs trembled beneath me, my voice high and desperate. "Oh god, Reid?—"
"Taste so good." He groaned against my flesh, the vibration sending sparks shooting up my spine, his tongue working me with devastating precision, his hands gripping my thighs hard enough to leave fingerprint bruises. "So wet for me. Dripping for me. Could eat this pussy forever."
He devoured me like a man starving, his tongue and lips and teeth working together until I was trembling, gasping, teetering on the edge of something massive. He sucked my clit into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue, and I screamed, my hips bucking against his face. Just when I thought I couldn't take anymore, just when I was about to shatter, he pulled back, and I whimpered at the loss, my body crying out in protest.
"Not yet." He rose to his feet in one fluid motion, his eyes blazing, his lips and chin glistening with my arousal, his voice rough with command, his chest heaving. "When you come, I want to be inside you. Want to feel that pretty pussy clench around my cock."
He spun me around before I could respond, one hand pressing between my shoulder blades, bending me forward until my hands caught the edge of the bed. His foot kicked my legs apart, spreading me open, exposing me completely, and I felt him position himself behind me — the hot, thick head of him pressing against my entrance, sliding through the slick that coated my folds.
"Tell me you want this." His voice was strained, desperate, his hands gripping my hips so tight I knew I'd have bruises for a week, his body trembling with the effort of holding back, his breath hot against my shoulder. "Tell me, Aster. I need to hear it."
"I want this." I pushed back against him, feeling him slide through my slick, teasing my entrance but not entering, and I whined with need, my voice coming out high and broken. "I want you. Please, Reid. Please, I need you inside me. Need to feel you?—"
He thrust forward. The stretch stole my breath — a gasp that caught in my throat as he filled me, inch by devastating inch, his thick cock spreading me open in a way nothing ever had. He was big, so much bigger than I'd imagined, and my body struggled to accommodate him even as it welcomed him, slick flooding around him, easing his way deeper.
"Fuck." The word punched out of him like he'd been gutted, his forehead dropping to rest between my shoulder blades, his whole body shaking, his hands flexing on my hips, his voice broken and awed. "So tight. So fucking tight. Like you were made for me."
He bottomed out inside me, his hips flush against my ass, and I could feel every inch of him — the thickness stretching my walls, the heat pulsing against my deepest places, the throb of his heartbeat inside me. I felt impossibly full, claimed in the most primal way possible.
"So full." My voice came out wrecked, barely a whisper, my fingers clawing at the sheets, my body trembling around him. "God, Reid, you're so deep?—"
He gave me a moment to adjust, his breath coming in harsh pants against my back, his fingers stroking what might have been soothing circles on my hips if he could stop them from trembling. I could feel him throbbing inside me, could feel his need like a living thing pressing against my back.
"Move." I pushed back against him, taking him even deeper, and we both groaned at the sensation, my voice breathless and demanding, my body already craving friction. "Reid, please move. I need you to move."
He didn't need to be told twice. His hips pulled back — a long, slow drag that made me feel every inch of him — and then snapped forward, filling me again in one hard thrust. The sound that escaped me wasn't quite human, something between a scream and a moan. He set a rhythm that was hard and fast and utterly primal, his hips pistoning against me, driving his cock into me again and again. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mixing with my gasps and his growls.
"Mine." The word was a snarl, punctuated by a thrust that made me see stars, his hands tightening on my hips, pulling me back to meet each punishing stroke. "My Omega. Mine."
"Yours." I sobbed the word, my arms giving out, my face pressing into the mattress, my body completely at his mercy, my voice muffled against the sheets. "All yours. Only yours."
He draped himself over my back, one hand sliding around to find where we were joined, his fingers slipping through theslick mess of my arousal to find my clit. The dual sensation — him filling me from behind while his fingers worked me from the front — was overwhelming, devastating, too much and not enough all at once.
"That's it." His voice was rough silk against my ear, his breath hot and ragged, his teeth grazing my earlobe before biting down, his fingers never stopping their devastating rhythm. "Let go. Come for me, Aster. Come on for me like a good girl."
The orgasm crashed through me like a wave, my body clenching around him so hard I saw white, my scream muffled by the mattress beneath me. I felt myself gushing around him, slick flooding out, soaking us both, making everything wetter, messier, more obscene. He growled — a sound more animal than human — and his rhythm faltered, became erratic. His cock swelled inside me, and I felt it — the pressure at the base of him, thick and round pressing against my entrance, demanding to be let in.
"Gonna knot you." His voice was wrecked, barely human, his hands shaking where they gripped my hips, his whole body trembling with need, his breath harsh against my ear. "I need to — Aster, I have to knot you. Have to lock inside you. Need it so fucking bad?—"
