Page 125 of The Joy of Sorrow


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I come with a muffled cry, burying my face in my arm to stifle the sound. It washes over me long and hard, wave after wave of blinding ecstasy that steals my breath and vision. My entire body convulses, shaking uncontrollably as he rides me through it, his mouth never stopping until I’m a limp, gasping mess.

I bite down on my lip, fighting to keep silent, terrified of waking the whole house, but the pleasure is so intense it borders on agony.

Slowly, the pleasure eases and so does Warren’s tongue. My heart hammers against my ribs as I try to catch my breath, my legs finally going slack around the alpha’s shoulders.

But I’m only given a second to recover.

Before the aftershocks can fully fade, Warren stands up, his movement abrupt and commanding. He grips the hem of my nightgown and tugs it roughly up and over my head, tossing the fabric aside. The cool air hits my overheated skin, making my breath stutter.

“Open.” Warren steps between my legs, his large frame crowding me.

I feel the blunt, heavy head of his cock pressing against my entrance. He doesn't ask. He doesn't wait. He just grips my hips and pushes forward, burying his big alpha cock deep inside me in one long stroke.

The sudden stretch is intense. I’m so full that the size of him forces a sharp gasp from my lips.

“Come here, gorgeous.” He slides his hands under my ass, his fingers digging into my soft flesh, and lifts me slightly.

The angle changes, allowing him to go deeper, hitting a spot that makes my vision blur. Then he starts to move. He fucks into me hard, his hips snapping forward with a primal urgency that rattles the counter.

Every thrust is powerful, driving me back against the mirror, filling me so completely that I can't think. I’m at his mercy, taking everything he gives me, my body clinging to him as he takes what he needs.

"Look at you," he growls, his voice a low, guttural rasp as he looks down at where we’re connected. "Taking me so deep. You like being stuffed. Don’t you?"

I nod, and he pulls back before slamming in once again. I moan loudly, digging my nails into his back.

"Greedy little, omega.” His grip on my ass tightens, almost bruising as he grinds into me. “You need to be filled.”

The alpha doesn't give me a chance to respond.

Instead, he pulls me off the counter, his strength effortless as he keeps himself buried deep inside me. My legs wrap instinctively around his waist, my arms clinging to his shoulders as he carries me out of the steamy bathroom and into the cooler air of his bedroom.

The movement shifts his cock inside me, a deliciousfriction that makes me moan softly against his neck. He reaches the bed and lays me down gently, settling between my thighs to roll his hips, grinding into me with a slow, deliberate pace.

Just as I’m starting to lose myself again, a soft snore cuts through the silence of the room.

We both freeze instantly.

“Fuck,” Warren whispers, eyes wide, staring at the far side of the bed.

My confusion lingers a second longer than his, then it hit me.

Beck is asleep, only a few feet away.

I’m mortified, my face burning with heat as I stare at Warren with wide eyes, silently willing myself to evaporate. But Warren just looks down at me, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he fights back a laugh.

It's a silent struggle, his shoulders shaking slightly, and it's so absurd, so dangerously naughty, that I can't help it. I press my lips together to stifle the sound, but a silent giggle bubbles up in my chest.

Warren leans down, his lips brushing the sensitive shell of my ear. "Do you think you can stay quiet?" he whispers, his voice so low it’s barely a breath. "For me?"

I bite my bottom lip to keep from moaning as he shifts his hips, reminding me exactly how full I am.

A part of me feels like a good, respectable packmate would scramble out of this bed and race back to her nest out of respect for the beta…who is sleeping peacefully only a few feet away.

But that omega isn't here right now.

Warren is right.I am greedy.

I want this too much to stop. I want him, and I’m not willing to give him up, even with the risk of getting caught.