I take her lips in mine, sucking on her tongue, exploring and tasting her before kissing downward again, starting to open the buttons of her shirt, revealing inch by inch of her soft skin I spent the last week worshiping.
“I think you’re a sweet Omega, who wants to be good for her Alpha.”
She teasingly bites her lower lip. “My Omega maybe, but me? Not so much.”
“Is that so?”
Her eyes shine playfully as she grinds her pelvis up against my hard cock so I hiss. I bend my head forward and bite her nipple through the fabric of her bra. She cries out and clutches my hair, pulling at its roots, holding me to her breast as fresh slick dampens her already soaked jeans.
Fuck. She’s perfect. Not that I didn’t already know that.
Iris’s marathon six-day heat was unexpected, glorious, and chaotic. Between her touch starvation, my rut, and the fact I now know she was coming off a year of suppressants, her cycle was a whirlwind of need and desire. Iris’s Omega was soft, sweet, and demanding, but overall pliable and submissive.
Now I get to learn everything about Iris, who’s apparently a brat. My pack and I are going to have so much fun exploring this facet of her. But not right now.
I rip open the offensive bra covering her heavy tits, taking her nipple directly in my mouth and sucking.
“Fuck! Oh, Wilder.”
My name on her lips is like a jolt to my already hard cock and I know the time for waiting is over. I move down her body, taking off her clothes as fast as I possibly can before removing mine.
Her curved form is covered in marks from days of fucking, but it’s missing the most important one. I kiss and suck over bruises and surface bite marks, over her belly and breasts until my lips are sealed with hers again.
Our tongues stroke and fuck, her slick-soaked slit dragging over the throbbing shaft of my cock. I break the kiss and lock her silver eyes with mine, lining up my pierced head with her entrance.
“Are you ready to be mine, Omega?”
Her fingernails drag down my back and she thrusts her hips up in answer, my cock slipping inside her pussy.
“Claim me, Alpha.”
“Don’t you dare look away.”
I sheath myself inside her in one rough thrust, her eyes flying open and her mouth forming a silent scream as she stretches to fit me.
“That’s it, Iris. You feel how you were made to take me?”
She nods, keeping her eyes open while I fuck into her fluttering cunt. “Feels so good, Alpha. Don’t stop.”
I press my forehead to hers and piston my hips, my knot swelling. “Going to knot you now, baby. Fill you and claim you. Tell me again how much you want to be mine.”
“I want to be yours, Alpha. I want to be part of your pack. Please, I need it. Need you. Bite me!”
I roll us on to our sides with my back facing the rest of our pack and her eyes to them. I want her to see them when I claim her officially as ours. She wraps her leg over my hip and pulls me closer, licking my scent gland before baring her throat.
I drop my hands to her ass, and grip, thrusting up hard and fast, my knot locking into place. Iris cries out and comes hard, choking my knot and triggering my orgasm. I come violently, holding her trembling body, and zero in on the spot I marked during my rut.
“Do it!” she cries.
My vision goes white and I lunge forward, sinking my teeth into her throat. The copper tang of blood and the salt of her skin floods my mouth, a tingling sensation filling my chest as our fresh bond begins to form.
I pull slightly away and grip the back of Iris’s head. Her body trembles with her pleasure but I gently guide her to my throat. “Bite me, baby. Make me yours.”
Her teeth bite into my flesh without hesitation and my knot grows larger; I come again without warning, Iris following into another release. Her pussy clenches down hard on my knot and it takes a moment, but when her orgasm subsides she gasps. After we’ve both cleaned our new marks on each other, our watery eyes meet and I brush a tear from her cheek.
“I feel you,” she says.
Her new bond in my chest is still solidifying, but I feel it. Feel her. Her awe, her joy, her arousal. Her sweet and soft Omega along with her strong and determined edges. Like I already knew, Iris Walker is perfect.
