I work out as a stress reliever, and I enjoy playing sports. I know I have a good body, and I’ve been told by a decent amount of women that I have an impressive cock. Something about Ava responding to me, though, makes my alpha preen.
I press a knee to the mattress and grip her skirt with my hands, tugging it off. The thong matches the bra, because of course it does, and the straps look like they are made of a ribbon-like material.
I want tofucking wreck her.
I lift my eyes to hers, and I know they have to be completely dark with desire. “Yes or no, Ava? You don’t get to claim you didn’t want this.”
Her eyes flash at the challenge, her chest rising rapidly as she breathes. For a second she doesn’t answer, and I think she’s changing her mind. Then, she hooks her thumbs into the waistband of that delicate thong and drags it slowly down her thighs, never breaking eye contact.
“Yes,” she says at last. It doesn’t sound as needy as I’d like. Almost a challenge. It rolls through me like gasoline on a fire. My jaw clenches. She’s giving me permission, but still fighting me in a way.
I crawl over her, bracing my hands on either side of her head. Her eyes flick briefly to the flex of my arms before her lids fluttershut, and her scent sharpens just a fraction.
“Say it again,” I growl, testing her.
Her nails rake down my chest, sharp enough to sting. “You heard me,” she breathes. “I won’t repeat myself. Either fuck me or get off.”
I slam my mouth back to hers, kissing her like I want to devour her—because I do. She bites my lower lip, hard enough to draw a grunt from me, and I shove my hips forward, my cock nudging against the slick heat waiting for me.
It’s still a fight, even now. And I’m losing.
I don’t break the kiss as I fumble blindly for the nightstand drawer, fingers closing around a condom at last. My alpha snarls at the thought of anything between us, but I ignore it. I may have snapped, but I’m not a monster. Bareback requires a conversation neither of us will ever have. Hell, this can’t even happen again.
I roll the condom on quickly, then drag my fingers down to her slick folds. She’s so hot and wet. A needy groan slips from my throat, betraying me. I don’t want her to know how much power she has over me.
She’s wet enough to take me, soaked honestly, but I want her undone first. Because once I’m inside her, I doubt I’ll last long. I slide down her body, hook one of her legs over my shoulder, and drag my tongue along her slit.
She moans hotly, arching her hips so her pussy grinds against my mouth, forcing me deeper. Suddenly her taste, her scent, the very essence of her fills me.
Fuck. This was a mistake. Because now I don’t want to stop. I think I could spend the rest of my life right here, my mouth between her thighs. I’ve never really done drugs, but this? This could easily be my first addiction.
What started as a way to make sure she got off before me turns into something else entirely. I wrench three orgasms from her, and something happens to her scent that I can’t fully explain. It intensifies to where I’d describe it as an orange dreamsicle. Like I’d expect from an omega. Which I know she isn’t, but it’s the closest thing I can compare it to.
My alpha loses his mind, and what’s left of my frayed control snaps. I don’t give her a chance to come down. She’s practically crawling her way up the headboard, making the neediest soundsI’ve ever heard, when I seize her hips and drag her down the mattress.
One hard thrust buries me inside her.
We both moan loudly.
She’s so tight. So perfect.
Rut. Knot. Bite.My alpha roars in my skull, and my teeth ache with the strain of holding him back.
I drive into her, not with frantic, sloppy thrusts, but hard, measured strokes that bottom out, pressing my knot against her entrance with every snap of my hips. God, I wish I could knot her. I’ve never truly wanted to do it since a disastrous experiment in college, but I do now. I want to tie her to my body and force her to hold me.
I fist her hair and drag her mouth back to mine, not caring that my face is soaked with her juices. I kiss her hard, deep, never breaking rhythm, never letting up.
Ava comes for me again, her nails raking down my back hard enough to break skin. I hiss, feeling the sting and the wet warmth of blood, then suck in a breath of the intoxicating scent I still can’t decipher.
I’m so caught up in it, I don’t react fast enough when she shoves at my shoulder. For a split second, I panic. If she’s changed her mind, I’ll stop, no question. But the thought of being left this close to the edge almost kills me.
Instead, she uses the momentum to roll me onto my back and straddle me. Relief crashes into desire, my chest heaving as she plants her feet on the mattress and sinks down on me.
I tug down her bra, desperate for the view of her breasts bouncing as she rides me. She gives me an indulgent, wicked smile and reaches behind her to unhook it, letting it fall away.
Her breasts are full for her slender frame, freckles lightly scattered across their tops and petal-pink nipples that are begging for my teeth and tongue.
She tips her chin upward, her fiery red hair cascading down her back as she moves.
