"Gonna be my good Omega?" he growls possessively.
Just hearing that rough rasp in my ear makes my legs shake and forces a whimper of submission in response. I relax into his hold.
He’s my Alpha, and he’s taking his fill.
He drags a thick thumb through my folds, dips the tip into my weeping hole, and back again.
A mournful, desperate moan bursts from me as want sizzles through my veins.
"Good girl," he grunts, nipping the shell of my ear as I whimper. “All this slick for me?”
Those magic words turn me molten. I melt for him, nodding fervently, thighs shaking, hands scrabbling for purchase against his shoulders.
Every slow stroke of his thumb is maddening. He’s not rushing, just savoring, and it’s making me unravel.
There’s also something else hovering beneath the surface.
It’s him.
Not just his touch, but his presence. A kind of fierce devotion thrumming between us, so intense it steals my breath.
I can feel how desperate he is to touch me. To quench the fear that I’ll disappear. That he’ll wake from a dream to find me gone.
I know that fear. It’s mine too.
“I’m here,” I gasp. Reassuring us both.
His enormous hand cups my sex, his palm grinding into my pearl. His fingers slide through the mess he’s made of me, slick and needy, tracing the place where I want him most.
Frack. I want him close. As close as we can get.
"I've dreamed of this wet pussy," he mutters against my lips as he comes in for another kiss. "Always on my mind. Every battle. Every day. Every night I closed my eyes. You were always right there."
“I never stopped,oh rut,I never stopped thinking of you either,” I say, mirroring his devotion.
Can he feel me through the bond like I can feel him?
He growls in satisfaction, and as my reward, he presses a fat finger inside me.
"Viper!"
His name rips out of me, ragged and sharp. My toes curl, and I squirm against him.
I clamp down on the intrusion, unprepared for the sheer size of just a finger. One finger and it’s already more than two, maybe even three, of mine.
"Mycunt," he proclaims.
I squeak as my channel tightens. Did my soft-spoken giant just say the vulgar wordcunt? It’s unexpectedly hot.
Warmth spreads and the sweet scent of slick spills around us.
Okay, so it’sextremelyhot.
I feel his satisfied grin against my temple.
His palm grinds down on my clit with constant, all-consuming pressure. More slick gushes out and helps him sink down another knuckle.
“Cocky Alpha,” I mutter between gasping breaths.
