I slide my hand the rest of the way up her skirt and find her tights, a barrier between us. I growl, wanting to rip them off her body and take what I know is mine. She rolls her hips as I cup her heated core, the dampness already coating my skin. It makes goosebumps crawl along my body, and my Alpha roars inside of me.
Mine.
I pin her hips to the brick wall with my own and band my free around her back. I pull her away from the wall long enough to crook my hand beneath her tights before they slide into her underwear. I press her back against the wall, watching her sigh with relief. My eyes lock onto her fluttering pulse point as she rewards me with another waft of her scent.
I want to taste her so badly.
I want to watch her fall apart more, though. My fingers find her juicy folds, slick with need and ready for what I have to give. My cock aches against my trousers. I’ll need a new pair of boxers after this. I bury my face into the crook of her neck, unable to contain myself in the presence of her scent.
My finger finds her pulsing clit.
“Oh my god,” she whispers breathlessly.
“I gotcha,” I murmur as I kiss her scent gland. “Just relax.”
The wet sounds my fingers create between her legs make me roll my hips against her. I squeeze my eyes closed and pretend that pouty little mouth of hers is wrapped around my cock.
Her neck muffles my growls as she bucks against my hand. Her arousal drips into my palm as my finger works slow, tight circles around the base of her most sensitive area. She shivers for me, shaking her curves against my body, and I have to clamp my teeth together before I do something stupid.
Like going against my Omega’s wishes and claiming her for myself.
“Oh, yes. Please.”
Her voice is choked as her hips buck faster. I buck my hips in time with hers, angry that nothing but air is greeting my efforts. I snarl against her shoulder. I nip at her earlobe. She groans for me, her body quivering in my grasp as the movement of her hips stutter.
“Yes. Yes. Yes. Right there. Right there. Just—like—that?—”
I rear up just in time to watch those pretty little eyes of hers roll into the back of her head. Her body rewards me with a gush of her slickness that coats my hand and fingers. The scent of her drapes a haze over my body, and I can feel my rutting instincts clawing at the back of my mind.
Fuck. Take. Claim.That’s our Omega. She needs to know it.
I harness the Alpha inside of me with chains, refusing to lose myself in this. My Omega’s needs are more important than whatever rut I haven’t indulged in years.
It isn’t until her body collapses that I pull my hand from between her legs.
I can’t help myself as I lap her slick off my fingers.
“Mmmm,” I hum out on a growl. “You taste divine.”
“Put me down,” she pants.
I lick the last of her off my skin. She tastes like cinnamon rolls and a crisp autumn morning—and fall is my favorite time of year.
I want more of her. All of her. I want to dive between her legs and drink from her well until she pushes me away and begs for mercy.
“Please,” she says.
Her voice is a bit stronger, and it rips me out of my trance. I nod as I grip her, pulling her away from the wall. I place her back down onto her feet, but I keep my hands on her arms. She’s a bit unsteady on her legs still, but that doesn’t stop her from moving away from my grasp.
I long to pull her back to me.
“Well,” she says breathlessly as she rearranges her clothes, putting them back in order, “guess I’d better go find my purse.”
I clear my throat as I shove my hand down my pants, rearranging myself. “I’ll help. When was the last time you?—”
She doubles over, her hand clutching her stomach, and that’s it for me. I scoop her back up without another word.
“Come, Omega,” I say as I start out of the alleyway, “I’ll help you find your stuff.”
