“You’re playing with fire, Omega.”
I push forward slightly, allowing my lips to enclose his crown for a moment, before pulling back.
Knox sucks in air through his bared teeth.
“Mmm, maybe I’m cold and need you to warm me up,Alpha,” I say his designation in a challenging tone.
I twirl my tongue around until I find a curious texture beneath the head. Intrigued, I flick at it and Knox flinches with a moan.
I do it again.
A quiet whimper, a plea, drifted down from above, between ragged breaths. “Please.”
His hands are shaking from restraint. I push them harder against my head. “I won’t break. Take what you need.”
I put him into my mouth and keep him there. I enjoy the weight of his cock as it throbs and throbs against my tongue.
He finally breaks.
It's not gentle. My scalp stings as he pulls on my hair to hold me in place as his cock pummels into my throat. He moves like a wild animal, all instinct — grunting and snarling. The power of his thrusts is a delicious mix of pleasure and pain, and I have to close my eyes to concentrate on taking what he gives me.
I said I could handle it and I meant it, at the time, but rut-damn, my jaw hurts.
He's so big, and it's awkward to breathe, and I'm making these little glugging sounds that embarrass even my ravenously horny self, and I was wrong, I definitely have a gag reflex.
Frack, he ruts into me the same way he kisses, messy and all consuming, like he’s unleashing months of repressed arousal into me all at once, and it's so, so good.
He spins us, the world twirls, and suddenly I'm caged in. My back presses against the cool exterior of the truck, and all I can see, feel, smell, or taste is Knox.
He releases his tight grip on my hair and an enormous hand clasps my jaw, tilts my head up, so he can see the mess he’s making of me. The other hand grips my bite collar, the one he put around my neck so long ago, and uses it like a harness, a leash, to push and pull me onto his cock.
Tears spring from my eyes, rolling down my cheeks, but I don't care because Knox is finally treating me like his Omega.
His.
Not some strange Alpha pretending to be soft while holding himself apart from me.
My Prime Alpha isn’t gentle or sweet. He takes and he controls, and it's perfect.
The sounds we are making are obscene, wet and feral, and my clit pulses in time with his thrusts.
“I warned you, Omega.” He growls. "I told you I couldn't be gentle and now you're going to take everything I give, aren’t you?"
I make a whining sound and try to nod my head, but he has full control and, instead, I spill drool down my chin.
"Messy girl."
Thisis what I need from my Prime Alpha. He doesn’t have to be anyone but himself with me.
His thrusts become more erratic and his breathing labored. The grip on my collar tightens.
"Ah, I'm gonna come. I'm gonna fill you up, Princess. Swallow it and don't youdarewaste a drop."
I let out a whimper in anticipation as his body tenses. He shoves deeper into my throat, blocking my air supply. A fully inflated knot presses against my lips, hot and throbbing and smelling like pure dominant Alpha.
I swallow the first spurt of come, but the second rope is just as thick and I struggle to cope with the amount.
I can't breathe, and I feel like I’m drowning in his seed, but he doesn't pull away even as rope after rope pumps into my mouth. I can’t swallow it all.
