“Good omega,” he crooned, soothing the heated flesh he’d just worked so hard at inflaming. “Now, before I give you your reward for being so sweet, tell me what I need to hear. Tell me you won’t do anything foolish like running off to Alaska to see your mother. Tell me you’ll wait until we make a decision together before you so much as email the woman.”
The only reason I’d threatened to run off to Alaska was to get under Ethan’s skin. I didn’t actually have any plans of doing it. This world of shifters was all so new to me. I might be young and naive, but I wasn’t stupid. There’s no way I’d expose myself to the Tupilaq pack until we knew more about them. Even then, I might decide the risk wasn’t worth the reward. I was just making a point, as reckless as it was. I wasn’t just Ethan’s mate; I was my own woman! At least, that was the point I’d meant to make. However, my delivery and the current result might not have been the best way to impart that particular viewpoint.
“I won’t do anything dumb,” I unwisely snarked back. “I’m not a total moron.”
Ethan squeezed the ruddy, heated globes of my lower cheeks, causing me to wince with a mingled sensation of pleasure and pain. To my utter shame, he spread the two half-moons apart and stared at the puckered hole enshrouded between them.
“I’m almost disappointed you agreed to my terms so readily. I would have loved to fuck another tight, virgin hole to teachyou an important lesson not to defy your alpha. I guess I’ll have to wait for another infraction before I do that. Given your attitude, Princess, I don’t think I’ll have to wait long.”
Leaning down, Ethan spat onto the knotted entrance, using his finger to swirl the hot saliva teasingly around my anus.
“What are you doing?” I demanded, dark waves of desire cresting over me with each knowledgeable touch.
“Why? Do you like it? Do you want more of it, my little omega?” Ethan sagely posed.
Swallowing a mewl of need, I uttered, “Of course not. That’s dirty. I’d never want that.”
Ethan made a tutting sound. “When it comes to us, Millie, there is nothing dirty, forbidden, or off the table. I’ll teach you that with time. But I think we’ll save that particular pleasure for another day.”
With my naked pussy exposed and so close to his face, Ethan inhaled deeply, greedily sniffing the air. “Fuck, you’re soaked. Aren’t you, baby?”
I was. No denying it. I was turned on by the dominant side of him just as much as I was turned on by every other side of this man. Maybe even more, if I were being honest.
Ethan’s hot gaze was undoubtedly between my legs as his hand reached under me to grab for his cock, giving it a rough tug through the thick denim material.
“Show me,” he growled, as he palmed and squeezed that epic erection between his rigid thighs. “Spread your pussy lips and show me that pretty, pink, wet, center.”
His words should horrify me. But they didn’t. They only served to incite my raging lust into a larger, burning inferno.Something about this man caused my brain to short-circuit whenever he was near and my libido to skyrocket. Call it raw animal attraction, but I saw it as something else entirely. Ethan was my soulmate. The man I’d always been meant to find. Now that I had him, my body recognized his on an elemental level. I’d never been religious, but when I was with him, our time together felt almost spiritual.
“Sit up and present your pussy to me,” Ethan ordered, punctuating his order with one last sharp blow on my backside.
Like a love-drunk zombie, I did what I was told. Maneuvering onto my stinging ass, I spread my legs as best I could in his front seat and slipped my fingers between my puffy, dripping folds. I instantly gave a hiss of pleasure when my fingers grazed my sensitive clit, which was already primed and ready to explode.
“I didn’t say you could come, Princess,” Ethan warned, as he unzipped his pants and unleashed the beast caged within. “I told you to show me that pretty pink center of yours. Making you come is my duty, not to mention, my pleasure. Until I greenlight that, you’ll do what I say.”
Swallowing hard, I scissored open my labia. It was a difficult task, as my fingers kept sliding around due to how slick I was.
“Wider,” Ethan growled.
His hand cuffed the fat circumference of his cock as he raptly observed the vulgar act, giving his thick root short, rough jerks.
I obediently opened myself wider for him, hypnotized as he stroked his shaft with an almost brutal intensity. His erection looked so good, I couldn’t tear my eyes away from it. I didn’tcare where he stuffed the damn thing—my mouth, pussy, or even my ass—as long as it ended up in me, and soon, I’d be happy.
Noticing where my attention was focused, Ethan choked his dick with his fingers and demanded, “How bad do you want this, Millie?”
A strangled whimper of need was all I could manage before he knowingly chuckled. “That much, huh? Well, if you want it that bad, you’d better be a good omega and use your fingers to show me where you want me to put it next.”
My pussy was so sloppy, I could barely hold myself open for him. Through sheer willpower, I was able to maintain my grip and use my free hand to demonstrate how I wanted Ethan to handle me. With several quivering fingers, as one just wouldn’t be enough to satisfy my need after hosting his cock, I plugged my weeping hole as deep as I could go.
“You have such a hungry, demanding cunt, don’t you, baby? Are you telling me you want me to feed it this meat, right here?”
He shook his cock at me, and I bit my bottom lip hard. The tang of blood burst onto my tongue, rich and metallic, as I inched closer to him in my seat. “Please, Ethan. I’m in so much pain. I need to come. I can’t stand it another second longer. Please make it go away!”
I wasn’t being hyperbolic. I was in pain. So much so, nothing else mattered. Not the possibility of cars driving by and witnessing my depravity. Not the shame of begging for relief. This was an itch too great to ignore. An emergency that needed tending before I went absolutely mad with frustration.
“I can see you need my knot inside of you, Millie. You’re in the throes of heat. Can you feel it?” As he asked this, he stroked himself from root to tip as I hungrily ate up the raunchy movement. “You’re my little heat-slut. Aren’t you, Princess?”
I was. Around Ethan, I’d become ravenous with desire. Unable to abstain. I had an insatiable need to come. It was all too much. Without it I might combust. I did what I’d been warned not to do then and began circling my clit for relief. My hips involuntarily kicked up to grind against my fingertips and I instantly started to cry out as I surged toward the snow-capped mountaintop.
