“You want to be fucked, sweets.” He raised an eyebrow and pushed his hips forward to drive his dick against my belly. My lust rose to meet his. Sinclair pushed me until my ass dropped on the edge of the bed, and he fell over me, my legs still around his hips, dangling off the bed.
I lifted my knees, changing the angle, so the hardness rubbed against my clit. I couldn’t have held back my gasp of pleasure if I tried.
“You’re not going anywhere. You’re not avoiding us.” His orders battered at my senses, the dominance seeped in them, reaching into the primal part of my Omega instinct. My channel clamped, needing more.
“Fuck me, or get out of my room.”
Sinclair’s teeth flashed in the otherwise-dark room, and he reached down, tugging his sweats down until his cock bobbed free. He pulled his hips higher to tug at my leggings. His length was a magnet for my focus. The tip glinted with his piercing, and it made me think of the rub of it inside me. I shivered, a groan escaping.
“Bloody trousers,” he hissed and yanked, tearing them down the front. A cold wash of air wafted against my warm sex.
He didn’t hold back, thrusting until his pelvis was flush against mine, his knot seated deep inside. I cried out, my eyesshutting of their own volition. My pleasure was too heightened for me to think.
“You are gorgeous, my sweet Omega.” His cheek pressed into mine.
“Don’t give me that bullshit,” I panted. Before he could start talking again, I dug my fingernails into his shoulders and lifted my hips. “And fuck me harder.”
He snarled, and his thrusts jolted me against the bed, smacking the headboard against the wall with repeated thuds.
An orgasm wracked through my frame, and my channel clamped down on him.
Cries spilled from my lips, and my breath ran out until it was only whimpers. I kept twitching and writhing under his relentless pace.
“Squeeze me like that,” he whispered, gutturally. “Your cunt is perfection. Bloodyheaven.” Reason invaded my mind with his mumbled words.
He slowed his pace, dragging his cock out on a slow glide. I moaned, the pleasure enhanced.
“Promise me you didn’t screw him,” he whispered roughly into my ear. The pleas reached into my chest.
No, I couldn’t weaken. As much pain as they were in, they’d put me through shit—knowingly.
“Your denial is cute.”
He snarled, and his pace picked up as he lifted my leg and curled it around the inside of his elbow, changing the angle of the thrusts.
I let my body take over and reveled in the pleasure only a Scent Match could give me.
Chapter 41
Iscowled at the ceiling, my arms weighed down by Sinclair’s meaty one. I’d expected him to be gone when I woke, buthere he was.
After fucking me until I could do nothing more than pass out, he stayed in the room,tendingto me. He cleaned between my legs with more care than I’d expected and held me until I fell asleep. When I woke up, he was still here, and since I’d opened my eyes, Sinclair never stopped talking.
Not only that, he was always twitching. The man couldn’t stay still to save his life.
I shoved his hand off my inner thigh, where it kept finding its way back. He stayed away for about ten seconds until it miraculously started at my knee again and slowly found itself back on my thigh, all while he kept talking.
And talking. Specifically about a reality show where contestants try to get each other out.
“You’re not going to stop until I agree to watch it.”
“Yup.” He popped “p” with emphasis.
“If it’ll make this stop,” I gritted through my teeth.
A shrill ding invaded, and he grabbed his phone from beside him and looked at the screen. “They’re finally gone.” He swatted my thigh. “Get dressed.”
“Why do I need to get dressed to watch a game reality show?” Was this some sort of kink?
