“She could be hurt.”
“She’s shitting. Do you know any female who would answer someone in the middle of laying a brick?”
Vale pauses. I think we both do. I need to digest that without laughing, but, god, it’s hard. “Hmm. Let me check.”
Before I can stop him, he’s pulled my hips out and is circling my puckered hole with a slick, wet finger. He presses, for seconds, nothing happens but my pussy shuddering around his cock, then the muscle gives way, and he buries his finger knuckle-deep in my ass.
“Nope, no shitting,” Vale whispers and groans. He rolls his forehead on my shoulder and moans. “How do you feel so good?”
“Bonnie!”
“Oh, man, you are not going to give it a rest, are you? Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” Cyn snaps.
“Fucking hell. I’m going to get you somewhere where you can really scream, and I’m going to fuck you until you lose your fucking voice,” Vale hisses in a threatening growl.
I get wetter, and we both feel it.
“Oh, Bonnie, really? Do you like that, huh?” Vale chuckles again.
His free hand squeezes my hip before sliding up under my top and gripping my breast hard enough to ache, but it’s the pain that feels good. My knees get weak as my senses explode from the over-stimulation.
Vale is seven kinds of dangerous I should be avoiding. I know I should. He ruined me, yet I’m hopeless and helpless beneath his hands.
Not because of who he is.
But because I want this too much to fight it anymore.
“Shut up and fuck me,” I snarl at him. “Or I’ll find someone who will.”
Vale freezes.
“Yes, ma’am.” He pulls his finger out of my ass and wraps that arm around me, anchoring me to him. “But remember, if anyone touches you from here on out, I will deliver you their skins. You belong to us now,” he snarls and bites the side of my throat.
He slams his hips into me, his hand wrapped across my mouth, stopping the mewling screams I want to let out. Over and over, his cock hits my g-spot.
Nothing matters.
Nothing. Matters.
Not the other campers.
Not my family.
Not the vows I took, the secrets I keep. Nothing matters but this alpha and the way he is claiming me.
And this is a claiming.
He is marking me inside and out. Even my scent mixes so well with his that I know I will wear him for days.
“Come on my knot, Omega.”
His growl is so sudden and vicious, so unearthly, that I instantly clamp around him as he shoves his knot up into me, my body is forced by his dark demand to obey, to yield to him.
My alpha has commanded, and I can’t do anything but give to him what is his.
I shatter, screaming into his mouth, pausing only to suck more air into my nose before I scream again. He doesn’t stop fucking me; if anything, he fucks me harder and faster, wringing it all out of me, his fingers are points of contact holding me still, his arms bands of steel keeping me where he can fuck me best.
My body goes hot and cold. Cold and hot. Lightning and floods, fire and ice. I fall into the bliss that is an omega knotted. My pussy fluttering and clamping around his knot as he fills me up.
