Page 172 of Beautifully Scarred Omega

“Did you like it when Max filled you up?” I murmur, my finger stroking the spot that makes her hips buck. “When Finn’s knot stretched you open?”

“Ethan—” Her voice is wrecked, her body arching against mine. “Yes, I loved it, I⁠—”

“Good omega.” I add a second finger and she cries out, her walls clenching around me. “Such a good omega for her alphas. Taking two knots and still wanting more.”

“Oh God, Ethan—” she breathes, her hips grinding against my hand.

She’s warm and open and perfect, her body yielding to me easily, and I start moving my fingers in and out of her, hitting that spot over and over until her hips can’t stay still. My other hand moves to her clit, circling it in slow, precise patterns while my fingers work inside her, and the sounds she’s making echo off the tile and the mirrors and the water.

“I need to tell you something,” I say against her ear, my fingers still moving. “I’m thicker than Max. Thicker than Finn.” I add a third finger and she cries out, her walls stretching around me, gripping. “I need to prepare you properly. I need you to be ready for me.”

“Oh God—” Her hips are rocking on my hand, riding my fingers, water sloshing over the sides of the tub. “Ethan, I want⁠—”

“I know what you want.” I curl all three fingers and press my thumb to her clit and she comes—hard, sudden, her body convulsing, her walls clenching around my fingers in rhythmic pulses.

I work her through it, my fingers slowing but not stopping. Then I turn her face to mine and kiss her softly.

“You okay?”

She nods, still breathing hard.

“Come up for me, sweet girl.” I brush my hand over her hip. “Hands on the edge.”

She rises on shaking legs, water cascading down her body, and braces her hands on the wide marble edge. She bends forward, her back arched, her ass glistening with water, and the sight of her like this—waiting for me, trusting me—makes my cock throb so hard I have to grip the base to keep from coming.

“Tilt your hips for me, sweet girl,” I murmur. “That’s it. Show me all of you.”

She does. Her back dips, her hips angle upward, and I can see everything—her pussy lips swollen and flushed, slick glistening between them, and above it, the tight, perfect ring of her ass.

Jesus fucking Christ.

“You look so beautiful like this, Sophie.” My voice barely holds as my hand traces the curve of her ass. “You have no idea what this view does to me.”

I kneel behind her in the water. Press my lips to the small of her back. Kiss down her spine, one vertebra at a time, feeling her shiver under my mouth. Lower. The curve of her lower back. The dimples above her ass. And then lower still.

I spread her with both hands and press my mouth against her ass, kissing the soft skin, licking along the curve, and the sound she makes is startled and desperate and so fucking beautiful that I growl against her skin.

“Ethan—oh my God⁠—”

“I’ve wanted to do this,” I say between kisses, my tongue tracing along her skin. “Since I had you on my desk and my hands were right here while my tongue was inside you. I’ve been obsessed with this ever since.”

My mouth moves lower, to her pussy, licking through her folds from behind, tasting her slick mixed with the warm water, and she cries out. Her arms nearly give out and I grip her hips and hold her up while my tongue works her, lapping at her clit, pushing inside her, and she’s saying my name over and over, pressing back against my face.

“Please,” she gasps. “Ethan, please, I need you inside me. I need your cock. Please.”

I stand. The water shifts around us and I position myself behind her, one hand on her hip, the other guiding my cock to her entrance.

The head presses against her and she tenses.

“Breathe, sweet girl,” I whisper, my hand stroking her hip. “I’ll go slow. Let me ease you into it.”

I push the head in and she gasps—the girth of me stretching her completely, parting her until her hands grip the marble and her back arches and a sound comes out of her that is somewhere between pain and desperate, aching pleasure.

“Oh—fuck—Ethan, you’re so⁠—”

“I know.” I hold still, giving her time, my hands stroking her sides. “Breathe. That’s just the head. You’re doing so well.”

She breathes. I feel her body relax around me, the tight grip easing slightly, and I push deeper. Another inch. She whimpers, her thighs shaking, and I can feel the one thick vein along my shaft pressing against her walls and she moans at the texture of it.