A shudder wracked through my every limb, the orgasm sweeping through me with visceral force.
I hadn’t been fucked this good ever . . . When was the last time I had been with someone? Before my mom passed, while I was majoring in journalism at twenty . . . shit. Seven years ago?
His next thrust shattered every thought.
Every inch of me blazed with fire.
I spread my hands on the couch, and I used the grip to shove against the onslaught of his claim, spearing myself to his base until his knot stretched me.
I screamed, throwing my head back as I clenched down on him, a second release wracking through my channel. So much slick dampened my thighs.
Fuck, fuck, his knot is so perfect.
My channel flexed with my orgasm, and my arms gave out until my cheek was flush to the couch. I whimpered, arching my back weakly.
Elias snarled, and his knot throbbed. So suddenly, he pulled his hips back, taking with him the knot I craved. I cried out, and my channel squeezed around his length in protest. He pulled out of me the rest of the way, and his hands wrapped around my waist. He pulled me until I landed on my knees, and gripping my hair, he shoved my mouth to his wet cock.
I didn’t have time to inhale. Tightening his harsh grip, he slammed me onto his shaft. Salty slick coated my tongue, and when he withdrew, it allowed me to take a breath. I tasted his earthy, Alpha taste, heady and delicious. With a thrust, he hit the back of my throat again.
I gagged, grabbing his shaft, right above his knot, and squeezed.
His knot swelled, and warm seed burst on my tongue. I immediately swallowed his cum. He kept coming, flowing into my mouth at a faster rate than I could swallow. His jawline jumped, his teeth obviously grinding. He was so damn pretty . . .
With a last jut of seed, he let me go and, keeping hold of my eyes, he slowly zipped up and buttoned his slacks.
All while I watched him, drooped against the leather couch. I licked my lips, collecting the cum that escaped—just like my designation bade. I hated myself for it, but I couldn’t help it. He sucked in a breath.
“Don’t look at me,” he snarled. My eyes immediately dropped, so fast it made my vision swirl.
He was such a control freak.
The door opened.
Kyan entered, his careful, bored gaze taking in the room, and his eyebrow twitched.
“What?” Elias snapped, finishing tucking his shirt into his slacks, and left with loud steps.
A wave of dizziness clouded my thoughts, no longer easy to ignore. The floor shuddered, and I tipped to the side, catching a last glance at Kyan’s shocked features as I went down.
Chapter 7
“Fuck,” I snarled, slamming the door behind me. In moments, I was at her side, hoisting her up. There was no sign of Elias. Her weight settled in my arms, almost unnoticeable. I placed her on the couch and reached to take her pulse. It thrummed weakly under my fingertips.
She’d just lost consciousness. My shoulders relaxed, and I tucked a bit of damp hair that had fallen across her cheek behind her ear as gently as I could.
How long had she been on the run? She must have been exhausted.
Taking advantage of her unconsciousness, I studied her.
Her cheekbones were high and prominent, her expressive lips tipped downward in a perpetual frown, and a divot formed in the middle of her eyebrows from always thinking. Striking and sexy, the Omega?—
I inhaled more of her sweet cookie scent. It was especially potent lower on her body. Following my nose, I found myself kneeling by her legs, where they slightly parted. My hand was on her knee before I could think, tugging her wider and exposing her pink, wet flesh. A tuft of hair adorned the top, not hindering my view of the nestled pink clit.
My mouth wouldn’t stop watering. A shiver wracked my frame.
I shouldn’t . . .but she smells so good.
I pressed my nose to her wet, slick-covered sex, and a shiver rippled up my back. My tongue glided up her recently-fucked pussy.
