The thought had come so easily that it had me buzzing. And not in a good way.
I raised the crop and brought it down hard over Jack’s ass. He jerked hard, and a red stripe started to appear immediately.
“Shit, you aren’t holding back at all,” Jack gasped, writhing a little as he settled back into his forced position.
“There’s no point in doing anything halfway,” I said. “Life is fucking short, and it can be fucked up at any second.”
I brought the crop sailing down again, much harder than I should have. It was irresponsible for a Dom to take his personal problems out on a sub.
“Shit!” Jack shouted, his body tensing as a second, darker stripe appeared on his ass. “That’s really…that’s….”
“Hmm?” I asked, leaning closer to him and brushing my fingers lightly down his spine from his neck to his raised ass.
Jack shuddered so hard I thought his knees would give out. “Is it always like this?” he asked.
“Which part are you asking about?” I asked, then swiped a finger down between his cheeks, grazing his hole as I went.
Jack made an amazing, guttural sound. The second heat wave brought on by Heat Lightning blared to full intensity and slick gushed down my thighs.
“Being touched,” Jack said in a rough, shaky voice.
I nearly burst into tears. Fuck! It was embarrassing. They weren’t even good tears. They were unstable tears, heartache, and fury all rolled up together. Because those two words from Jack said volumes.
Jack was touch-starved.
I fucking knew what that felt like.
So I whacked his ass with the crop on more time, then, when he was still clenched from the pain, I bent down to plant the softest of kisses on his welted ass.
“Jesus!” Jack cried out, tensing even more. “I nearly came.”
“It must be my heat,” I said, ready to come out of my skin with desperation to be fucked.
“Yeah, I guess,” Jack mumbled, dropping his head a little.
“I don’t want to wait,” I said, throwing the crop aside and pivoting to fall to my back on the bed beside him. “Fuck me, alpha. I want your cock as deep in me as it can go.”
Jack growled as he pushed himself back and stared down at me. Like a snap of fingers, our roles in the scene were reversed. Jack wasn’t the curious, experimental alpha who wanted to be on the receiving end anymore. He was a virile alpha, hot with rut, who wanted to pound my ass into oblivion.
I was more than happy about that. I threw my arms and legs wide, inviting him to do his worst.
Jack’s worst was to drag me roughly into position on the bed where he wanted me, then to lean over me, touching my shoulder, then sweeping his hand down my chest to my belly. His touch was as ravenous as it was tender, and my inner omega cried for more.
“I love these,” Jack said, his voice gruff and tense with the need to rut, as he studied my tattoos. “So beautiful. So sad.”
I made a sound that I fucking hope he took to mean I needed him in me. The pain of him guessing way more about me than I wanted him to know was getting so loud in my head that I was seconds away from screaming.
And then he did something that might have broken me, if I wasn’t already in pieces. He sank to his knees, pushed my thighs apart, hooking them over his shoulders, and surged in to devour my hole.
I cried out with the pleasure of it and started to come as he licked and slurped my slick, grazing his tongue against my hole as much as he could as he did.
It was hot and intimate and more than I’d let any alpha do in ages. I mostly just wanted to be fucked and hurt, and the alphas I’d sought out to drown the noise inside me were more than happy to do that. But the pleasure Jack gave me was ten times louder than any pain.
Maybe it could be enough. Maybe it was powerful enough to beat the silence.
“I need you,” Jack gasped, pulling back and repositioning himself. “My omega.”
I knew it was just rut talking, but those words felt so good. Almost better than the burn and stretch as he pushed into me and started to thrust. Whether he liked playing with omegas or did it for some other reason, he was damn good at making me feel incandescent. The forced heat wave meant my body wasprimed for orgasm, and the way he was smashing against the mouth of my womb in no time was?—
