"Mmf. Shade!"
Rut, I love when she calls my name like that.
And she loves my piercings.
The little Omega moans each time my tongue piercing drags over her bottom lip, and shudders with every slide of my pierced cock.
I’m swimming in a haze of delirious pleasure, edged with just the right amount of pain.
Because I can’t come. Not yet.
This is for her. She comes first.Always.
My body’s right on the edge, teetering between restraint and ruin. But I hold the line. I won’t break.
I’m not some new recruit with a trigger-happy finger. I’m a war-forged soldier, trained to endure and serve. And dammit, I can survive a pulsing Omega pussy long enough for her to take her fill.
As if she hears my determined declaration, she seeks out the sweet spot just below my earlobe with unerring accuracy and laves it with wet, passionate kisses.
“Oof.” The sound rips out of me before I can stop it.
My eyes snap open. I clench my ass cheeks hard, and ball my hands into tight fists to hold off my orgasm.
Halley is proving every rut-damned theory I’ve ever read.
Omegas arebuiltfor this.
For fucking.For pleasure. For wrecking my self-control with nothing more than a needy whimper and the bounce of her ass on my thighs.
I’m right there. Too close.
I’m not gonna last.
I have to do something.
I direct her talented mouth away from my neck, slide two fingers into her mouth, and press down on her tongue.
Almost immediately, Halley’s eyes roll back and flutter. That soft, dazed O-space look settling over her again.
Her hips ease to a slow grind, and I can breathe.
There. Threat neutralized… for now.
Once again, my research comes in handy. She might not fully understand it yet, but her body does. As a Pack Omega, she’s built to be filled, cherished, overwhelmed by devotion from every side. My needy girl can’t help but crave to be stuffed full in every hole.
As her Pack Beta, it’s my job to know what she needs… even if she doesn’t.
I distract myself with talking, words spilling from me so I don’t spill my seed instead.
“Can you feel it, baby girl? That bar of metal through my cock?” I ask, petting at her thigh. “I got it just for you. Do you like it?”
“Mhm, mmm,” she moans while laving her tongue down the seam of my fingers.
“Did you know we talked about you almost every night between battles? Blaze used to get off on the story of how you came apart on my tongue. How you loved how it felt against your little clit. How your slick soaked my face. I probably described it a hundred different ways, like a bedtime story we both knew by heart. Tell me, sweetheart, do you remember?”
I release the pressure on her tongue and let her speak.
"Y—yes, Shade. I thought about it too," she gasps, words tumbling out between ragged breaths and around my fingers. Her voice garbled but clear. "All the time. Your tongue… I— I couldn’t stop thinking about it. About you. All the time—"
