I screamed again, the stretch and new angle were perfect. Nonsense spilled from my lips, and I couldn’t give two fucks. His knot forced me into stillness, and my head dangled forward.
He lifted, his abs flexing deliciously. Then he was closer while still being inside me. He yanked on my arm, and his nose nestled into my neck. He sniffed, a low, purring hum vibrating in his chest. My pussy clamped around him and set off another orgasm. I shook on his cock, unable to stop writhing despite being stuck on him.
“You’re going to kill me.” His growled words against my throat shouldn’t have done what they did.
A pinch grazed against my neck. His teeth? They went deeper, just shy of breaking skin. I sucked in a breath, my pussy throbbing with violent force.
Before he broke my skin, he pulled back with a gasp, his hands cupping my neck while he leaned back, head lowered.
Almost like he was stopping himself from claiming me.
I fell into a spineless puddle, and he nestled me to his chest, his arms winding around my back to clutch me tight, like he’d never let me go.
My throat continued to pulse from the force he’d used. I didn’t know what to think. Would I have claimed him back? Did I want to?
My heart thundered in my ears, matching the rate of my breathing. We sat there, silent, breathing, reveling in the afterglow of pleasure.
Sex had never been as good as it was when I’d fucked Greymont Pack. Now what I needed was to have them all at the same time.
My channel flexed around him hard, making Elias hiss out a breath.
I exhaled slowly, and we sat in silence while he caressed my hip. The touch was more gentle than I believed he’d be capable of.
“What happened earlier?” I murmured, not expecting a response.
“Jennifer enjoyed fucking me while I—” He cut himself off. I stiffened at the name of another woman on his lips. My throat thickened; my whole body tense.
“Oh.” I hated how sad I sounded. “Sorry for asking.”
Was Jennifer just another Omega they fucked . . . or was she more? I was so tense I could have snapped.
Elias felt just as wound tight against me. He cleared his throat a few times.
“She adopted me when I was a kid.”
Those two sentences should never go together. If she was fostering him, she was in a position of power—ofprotection. Why would the person fostering him make him panic when I was crawling up him?
“She abused you,” I blurted, shocked.
I heard his teeth grind together.
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have brought it up.”
Good sex had me thinking foolish things.
“I don’t speak about it. It’s behind me.” That was all he gave me, and I didn’t push. It wasn’t my place . . . but my gut was telling me the woman had left scars.
He pulled away, his touch sliding off my arm. I sat back as much as I could while stuck on his knot.
“Fuck, your stitches,” he growled, looking at my arm. Some of them poked out of my skin. It looked gross, so I looked away. Elias cupped my ears. “Sin!”
His hands muffled the bellow.
“Wait, I should get some clothes,” I gasped, searching for something nearby to tug over my naked form.
It didn’t take long for the door to open, dashing my attempt. Well, fuck.
A shirt-less Sinclair entered, and his eyebrows rose high on his forehead, gaze clashing with Elias.
