“Your ass is so hot. I’m going to take that, too, but right now, I want to feel that sweet little pussy squeeze my cock hard. I want to feel your slick coating my thighs. When I am covered in your slick, I’ll stop, but you are going to scream for me. Repeatedly.” Devin hisses as he pulls back slowly.
He pushes forward, filling me up again. His fingers tighten on my hips, and then he crawls up onto the bed, pushing me down with a hand between my shoulder blades.
“Present what is mine, Omega. I want to see all your pretty pussy.”
He slaps my ass, and I jolt, letting out an outraged squeak, but he just takes that opportunity to pull out and rub the tip of his cock over my clit before slamming back in.
He reaches around and grabs one of my breasts, pulling and tugging at my nipples, sending coiling need straight to where his cock is buried.
“I can’t get enough. See what you do to me? I’m going wild, feral. You make me want to rut you. Lose my mind and claim you. Sink my teeth into you and bond you,” Devon growls.
I whine, desperately rocking back to meet him as he thrusts into me, pausing only to really grind his cock in before he pulls out. The sounds of his thighs smacking into mine and wet sloshes of his cock slamming into my channel are so erotically raw that it's only increasing my arousal.
“Fuck!” Devin draws out. He grabs my hair and wraps it around his hand, pulling my head tight and making my back arch.
“You are so damn pretty Omega.”
I am ridiculously pleased by his words.
Devon’s mouth leaves hot, stinging bites all over my shoulders. I push back against him, frantic. He pulls my hair tight, stopping me from moving while he fucks me hard, then slows down.
“I need more,” I cry out.
“And you’re going to get it,” Devon says.
He hisses and then slams harder. For a moment, nothing happens, and then, with a sudden motion, his knot slides into me.
Pleasure becomes pain, becomes pleasure, and I willingly fall into the darkness accompanied by my alpha’s roar of pleasure.
Chapter 25
Elijah
Devin and Mack are in semi-ruts, lost in the need to fuck her. In Mack’s case, he keeps muttering about breeding her. We’re going to have to talk about that later, but I know Sofia had a shot just before she came home, Franco was talking about it. And it’s not that I don’t want her babies, just not right now.
But that does mean that I need to make sure she’s okay and being looked after.
I gently help her sit up, she’s light as a feather and very obedient right now.
“No, I need knots,” she moans in a way that is very hard to ignore. I would really like to give her mine.
Her lips are swollen and her eyes shiny. Her hair is a tangled mess, and she’s covered in bruises from mouths marking her and fingertips holding her.
“You need to drink a little first.”
She hisses.
“Drink, Omega,” I command.
After almost twelve hours, we realised that nothing was going to make her take care of herself but us. She is relentlessly driven towards needing knots. If one of us gets up and goes to do anything, she senses it and rouses out of her tentative sleep.
I have never seen a heat, but seeing how vulnerable she is, how helpless, has me riding a killing edge of my temper, ready to attack anything that moves.
She opens her eyes, but I don’t know that she’s seeing me. She drinks the water, only enough to wet her mouth, not enough to hydrate her.
I give a warning growl and hold the bottle to her lips. She blinks and drinks more, enough that when she pushes it away, I’m satisfied she won’t be in trouble of dehydrating.
“Sit up, Omega.”
