“I’m glad you like it,” Saint said, smiling as he mounted the stairs three at a time, then raced down the hall to my room.
Across the hall, Lucas was already wailing rhythmically and shouting, “Yes! Yes! Harder!” I could hear the bed scraping across the floor, Fenn was going at him so hard.
The sound was unbelievably arousing, but the fury and embarrassment I felt over everything Lucas had done to me, our family, and Saint and Fenn was powerful.
“I’m so angry at him,” I gasped as Saint put me down and closed the door behind us. With everything roiling inside me, I couldn’t stand still and ended up pacing the room as I shed my robe. “How could he do this to me? How could he put the family in so much danger?”
“I’m sorry,” Saint said, peeling out of his robe once we were alone. “You deserve better than this. You shouldn’t have been put in this position.”
“No, I shouldn’t have,” I snapped. “I’ve worked so hard my entire life to make up for Lucas’s nonsense. I thought it was just pranks and mischief, but this is too much.”
It was weird how my anger fueled my heat, making my skin prickle and my body scream I do what Nature demanded and let Saint mate with me. It was more than that, though. I didn’t just want to be a passive participant in my heat or my life anymore. I’d sat back and let life ride all over me for too long.
“Come here, sweetheart,” Saint said in a dead-sexy voice, stalking closer to me like he would flip me over, throw me on the bed, and rearrange my insides.
“No!” I shouted, but surged toward him anyhow. “I’m not just going to sit back and let my brother or anyone else push me around and take advantage of me. I’m sick of this. Everything Lucas is doing has put everyone in danger, and I’m not just going to lie down and let it happen anymore.”
Saint’s brow flew up, but the lust in his eyes was more potent than ever. His pupils were completely shot, his skin was flushed, his sandalwood scent was heavy around me, and his thick, alphacock stood straight out, its flared head dripping. “What do you want me to do?” he asked, his voice like waves crashing on the rocks.
“I want you to fuck me until I can’t see straight,” I growled, grabbing his upper arms and digging my fingers in until I was sure they would leave bruises. “I want you to make me scream as loud as Lucas is screaming over there.”
Saint grinned wolfishly. “I can do that.”
It was really unlike me. I was meek and passive, like omegas were supposed to be. But as Saint lifted me and carried me to the bed, tossing me across the already rumpled sheets like I was a ragdoll, something came over me. I wanted more. I wanted to feast and enjoy this virile alpha, my mate. I wanted to let loose and throw off all the shackles of expectation I’d always put on myself.
That started as soon as Saint was on the bed with me, covering my body with his massive one and reaching for the bottle of spermicide on the side. I let him grab it, but there was too much energy, need, and fury inside me to let him do what we’d done for the last five waves.
“No,” I growled, then pushed at him.
Surprised, Saint lifted up. Instead of letting him move away from me entirely, I shoved at one of his shoulders, rolling him to his back. Without letting myself think about whether it was something good omegas did, I straddled him, then planted my hands on his shoulders and leaned down until our faces were inches apart.
“No,” I repeated. “This is my heat, and I’m going to take it however I want.”
I was pretty sure Saint would fight me for control and muscle me into whatever position he wanted me. I thought he’d pin me down, like he’d done for a couple of my previous waves, and fuck me like I had no choice. Instead, he let out a breath and wentlimp under me. Not his cock, of course, and the drive to mate that rut caused in alphas was definitely still there, but I was the one in the driver’s seat.
I liked it. I’d never felt so alive before. I brought my mouth crashing down over his, taking what I wanted from him and reveling in every second of it. I plundered his mouth like he’d done with me, grabbing a handful of his hair and pulling slightly as a show of force.
The sounds Saint made as I had my fill told me he liked it. That and the way he grabbed my ass with one hand and squeezed. That aggressive touch just reminded me that I needed his cum in every part of me, all over me. I broke away from his mouth, panting, and pushed my way down until I lay between his legs with my face at his groin.
It felt so good to take what I wanted. I rubbed my face against his balls and breathed in his scent. I would never get enough of it, I was sure. I sucked one of his huge, full balls into my mouth and played my tongue over it, causing him to tense and growl. Even that wasn’t enough, though. I let him go, caught my breath for a second, then licked my way up the underside of his thick shaft.
“Fuck, Linus,” Saint growled, still gripping the spermicide bottle in one hand and now fisting the bedcovers in the other.
I barely got as far as licking his head like it was ice cream before thick spurts of cum jetted from him. It splashed my face and lips, which I loved, then kept coming as I closed my mouth around him to suck and swallow. Saint made a sound almost like he was in pain and jerked his hips up, pushing his cock all the way to the back of my throat as I continued to swallow.
His seed inside me soothed the fire of my heat wave, but sucking his cum was like dribbling a garden hose on an inferno. I needed more.
As soon as Saint’s first orgasm subsided, I scrambled up his body again, splaying over him, and kissed him. His eyes were glazed over, and if I didn’t know better, I’d have said I’d blown his mind. I loved the feeling and the quick gasp and groan as he tasted himself in my mouth.
“More,” I panted, rocking back. “I want more.”
Truer words had never been spoken. I didn’t realize how much more I wanted, from this heat wave and from my life, until I pulled back and grabbed the spermicide bottle from Saint’s hand. I wanted passion and excitement. I didn’t want to be sweet Mr. Cahill, primary school teacher doormat, anymore. I wanted to be ravenously sexy and powerful.
I squirted a huge dollop of gel on my hand, then knelt up so I could reach behind me and push as much of it into my gaping, slick-wet hole as I could. I was so mad with lust that my hole opened even more as I touched it, even though it was my own hand. It wasn’t going to be my own hand for long, though.
As soon as I’d wiped all the spermicide into myself, I shimmied until I’d lined up with Saint’s cock. Saint watched me with lust-hazed eyes as I grabbed him to hold him steady, then lowered myself decisively onto him.
We both made crazy-sexy sounds as I sat, bringing him deeper and deeper into me. The whole being on top thing was new to me, but I caught on quickly. My leg muscles worked as I lifted and sat, lifted and sat, over and over, faster and faster, to give myself the friction and depth that I craved. I couldn’t get enough of him, and within a minute, I was riding him like there was no tomorrow.
