This is part of our foreplay. What can I say? I’m a kinky girl.
“Promise. We’ll find someone else for you to cut up,” he groans, pushing his cock slowly inside my entrance. I love how he loses his mind every time he’s with me.
It never gets old, and he loves every part of me. Even the psychotic parts. He’ll happily help me swing a hammer to get extra messy, and then likes to fuck me while the body cools.
My back bows as he fills me, and his hand fists my blonde hair as he forces me to arch more for him.
“You’re so good to me,” I moan. His hips begin to thrust as he fucks me hard enough to make my breasts bounce, and my body moves eagerly with every thrust. “Don’t stop and tell me a fuck story.”
Instead of a bedtime one, I love when he talks me through his day while he fucks me. It’s like my brain slows down and I can be fully present. The same happens when I’m killing people. I am neurodivergent and have trouble focusing, but when I killed for the first time when Jude was attacked, it flipped a switch inside of me that simply quieted everything.
It’s too addicting for me to be able to let go of.
Jude tells me all about his boss as his cock slams over and over inside of me. My fingers tear at the bedsheets as I let him fuck me into orgasm after orgasm, milking his cock as his voice cracks during our conversation. Well, I don’t say much as he talks, but he knows I’m listening.
I love that my omega found the time to confess he has an alpha, and how honest they were after their initial explosive fucking. We’ve always been open about growing our pack, it just hasn’t happened yet.
Jude falls over me, barely able to hold himself up as I lock him inside of me.
“When do I get to meet him?” I rasp, happily turning with him as he holds me tightly.
“Atlas is going to text me after he brings it up with the girl he’s been seeing. He wants to discuss it with her, and make sure she understands what happened between us.”
“Are they serious?” I ask breathlessly, sweat cooling on my skin.
“That’s the interesting part. He mentioned before I went home that they’ve known each other for two years. But theyjust started exploring their feelings for one another. She seems like the kind of person that might want to take things slow,” Jude explains, kissing my shoulder. His breath is still reedy and strained as he sucks in oxygen. “I really liked that Atlas and I could talk so easily. It could have been a mess if he hadn’t insisted on clear communication. I don’t like drama, and there’s no reason for it. I’m excited to meet her.”
“We could have a pack,” I say excitedly, looking over my shoulder to kiss him. He happily gives me what I want, and I can feel his cock getting hard again. “The only question, oh fuck, don’t stop. I love when you fight my lock. Yes. Dammit, I lost my train of thought.”
“I’ll give you my brain cells any day, my chaos queen,” Jude chuckles. “Are you worried we’ll have to hide the fact that we like to kill people to help center your mind?”
“Yes,” I moan. I love that he can always help me find my words. Especially when his cock is deep inside of me.
“I guess we’ll have to talk to Atlas and his special person when the time comes,” he muses, reaching around to spread my arousal over my clit. My omega plays me like his favorite instrument, making it clear we won’t be going to bed for a while. His body is built to fuck and dance, and he does both things so well. “Now, I know patience isn’t your strength, but I strongly believe it’ll be worth it. I also plan to distract you.”
“Who am I to mess with a good thing?” I gasp, my legs beginning to shake as he pushes me toward my next orgasm. His fingers are rubbing and pinching my clit, expertly soothing it as much as he tortures me.
“There’s my good girl,” he growls, making me whimper as I come.
There are hours until the sunlight fills the sky, and I’ll never complain about missing out on sleep for time with Jude. That’s what naps are for.
Chapter
Six
ATLAS
From the momentI laid eyes on Jude up on that stage, I was captivated. The way he moved, as if the stage was made for him.
To say I was intrigued with my new dancer is an understatement, but never did I think that he was mine.
When he came into my office, the sweet fudge smell I picked up back in the main part of the club was his. His scent. The same fucking scent that caused every thought in my mind to go out the window. All I could think about was him. Tasting him, fucking him, making him whine for me.
I just found my scent match and now I’m watching him leave. He gives me one last look over his shoulder, a smile that has my heart fluttering and a sense of loss settling in.
I want to tell him not to go. I want him to stay, maybe even bring him back to my place, get to know him better but this is a lot to take in.
And he already has an alpha. Someone I really want to meet.
