It doesn’t take long until my balls tighten and the base of my spine tingles. I get a little too rough, and she chokes for real. It makes her throat tighten around the first few inches of my cock.
Stick a fork in me.
I’m done.
My shaft thickens, and I come all over her tongue.
Vanessa does her best to swallow, but it spills from the edges of her mouth. My head falls back, and I enjoy the last electric shocks of my orgasm.
My knot still aches, but this isn’t the time or the place.
The little omega continues lapping at the head of my cock long after my orgasm is over, and I chuckle, giving her hair a tug.
“Come on up here, princess. I wanna see what I taste like on your tongue,” I growl.
Vanessa scrambles to her feet, and I release her hair to tuck my dick away, pulling up the front of my boxer briefs and pants. Her hands land on my sides as she stretches up to kiss me.
I should be riding the high from coming down her throat, but my shoulder hurts like a motherfucker, and I grimace as I bend down to meet her.
“Magnum,” she hisses. “Did I hurt you?”
I chuckle and pull her to me with my good hand. “Hardly. Now fucking kiss me.”
She has to be average height for a woman, but I always manage to forget how short she seems without those hooker heels that she loves so much.
I finally meet her in the middle, flicking my tongue over her lips. She opens for me, and I deepen the kiss. She tastes mostly like me with hints of Moretti—who the fuck knows how, considering he didn’t come in her mouth—but I ignore it.
Her pheromones are thick, and my head gets hazy. I’m smacked with the overwhelming urge to claim her, but I’m not letting that be a reactive thing. I’d also like to be balls deep when I finally sink my teeth into her sexy little body. I’m ready to get home and snuggle in bed next to my omega.
Shit.
It’s crazy to think of Moretti’s mansion ashome, but home will be wherever Vanessa is.
The warehouse security is still hanging around as we exit the ballroom into the entryway. It has lockers where all weapons are required to be left, and Moretti unlocks his, handing out everything we left inside.
Hawk helps Vanessa into her coat, and she leans against his side, yawning.
There are a few other people waiting to leave. They stand around, putting their guns into their holsters and knives into sheaths in preparation of leaving the building.
The mafia families of Boston don’t fuck around when it comes to being well armed.
Moretti shoves my gun into its holster under my left arm.
I could have done it, but it would have been awkward.
“Thanks,” I say, nodding.
“I always feel more confident when I’m armed, so I understand the urge.” He pulls my suit coat together, doing the middle button, which is weird, but nice, I guess.
The gun is basically just for show at this point.
I can’t shoot for shit with my left hand.
I’d better gain my dexterity back after I heal. Right now, lifting my right arm hurts. Hell, letting it hang by my side sucks just as much.
“At this point, you’re essentially a liability until that arm heals,” Moretti says, leaning close. “Don’t use it even if you think you have to.”
My eyes narrow, and I can’t decide if that was just him being a dick like normal or if it was some type of warning.
