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I expect him to bury his tongue in me, to lick my folds and slurp up all that slick like he said he was going to. Instead, he buries his nose in my pussy, nudging my clit, taking deep inhales of my scent from where it’s strongest. “So fucking good,” he snarls into my pussy.
I’m so entranced by the sight of him, the feel of him right there between my thighs, that I miss the hard object nudging my entrance. Not his fingers. It’s too hard and cold to be them. I look down, startled. I certainly don’t have any sex toys in the room, and I doubt he brought along a plastic dildo.
But that must be it because he wouldn’t-
My brain stutters out as I see that he’s positioned the hilt of his knife at my entrance, his gold eyes blazing with savage lust.
“Swift,” I protest, heart thundering in my chest. “Wait.”
He doesn’t wait, just holds eye contact as he plunges the handle of his knife into my clenching core. Since he’s staring at me, I know he sees my lips part on a gasp, my eyes roll into the back of my head.
“Gonna bleed to bring you pleasure, omega,” he growls, and then he curls his hand around the blade. Blood wells between his fingers and drips onto the bed between my legs. His tongue finds my clit as he pulls the knife out and then plunges it back in.
Oh fuck, I don’t know why I find this so hot. That he’s slicing his hand in order to fuck me with his knife. I shouldn’t. I really, really shouldn’t. Yet, here I am, hips thrusting up, trying to take the knife deeper inside myself and finding it completely and utterly not enough. I need more.
“Swift,” I groan, fingers lacing into his hair to grind against him. “Please. Please. Please.”
He makes a pleased feral nose and scrapes his teeth over my clit. My body jack knifes up, the sensation too much. He’s quick to press my legs open with his shoulders, keeping my flesh away from the sharp blade.
I don’t know why that care, that sweet move does it for me, but when Swift sucks my clit into his mouth and then plunges the knife hilt so fucking deep inside me I come, screaming at the ceiling.
He stays with me through the release, lapping up the flood of slick leaking around the makeshift dildo, and then even more when he pulls the knife from inside me and tosses it on the ground.
His fingers smear blood on one of my thighs as he spreads me wider, until my hips ache at the stretch and he fucking feasts on my cum, slurping and moaning like it’s the best thing he’s ever tasted.
He lunges up, teeth bared. “Gonna fuck you now, omega, gonna knot you and bite you.”
And although part of me wants that—really, really wants that—a larger part of me is fucking terrified. Because I’ve already been claimed by one stranger tonight, and even though Swift feels like mine, I don’t know him.
Luca left me alone hours after claiming me. What if Swift does the same?
I’m not sure I could handle it. Feeling more like a trophy, to be won and then put on a high shelf, never to be touched again.
Swift pins me to the bed with his hips. His gold eyes are wide and manic, intent on my neck. He’s arranged me just so, and I have the distinct feeling that he’s going to plunge his cock into me at the same time he bites me, and, even as more slick pours from me at the idea, a whine pours from my chest.
Not a whine of arousal and need.
No, this one sounds terrified.
Swift blinks, that gleam in his eye fading slightly, but his head keeps moving toward my neck and his cock is nudging my entrance. Panic claws at my throat. Another whine pulls from my chest. My hand moves on its own.
Smack! It makes contact too hard with his forehead, pressing him away from me, holding his teeth at bay.
Swift blinks down at me again, more of that feral gleam fading. His expression softens, and he stops trying to impale me on his cock, which isn’t the part of this situation I have a problem with. But I think we need to have a conversation.
“What’s wrong, cherrybomb?”
I swallow the whine that wants to erupt and take a deep breath, forcing myself to calm down. My omega is telling me I need to whimper and whine and twist this alpha around my finger, but I push those instincts aside. I can tell him this like a normal fucking adult woman who is in control of her instincts. “I’m not ready for a bond, Swift.”
There’s a flicker of pain in his eyes, like he thinks I’m rejecting him. When his gaze latches on to Luca’s mating bite, it deepens. His pain makes my own heart ache, and a weird rusty vibration starts in my chest.
Swift’s gold eyes fly to meet mine. “Are you purring for me, omega?”
Am I? Is that what I’m doing? I’ve heard that omegas can purr, typically when their alphas are upset and need calming, soothing. But I know it’s rare. And Swift definitely feels like mine. I give a small nod. “I guess, I am.”
A slow smile creeps over his face. “Oh, cherrybomb. What a good little omega you are for me.”
Trying not to preen under his praise, I repeat, “I’m not ready to bond again. I wasn’t ready the first time. With Luca. I didn’t… Yesterday when I woke up I was a beta. You met me. I was a beta, right?” At his nod, I continue. “So I go to the club to see you and meet Luca and Ethan instead. Suddenly, I’m not a fucking beta anymore? Luca says he went into a rut and claimed me on instinct, but I’m not sure that’s what happened. And then he left me. They left me. They put me as far from them as they could and just went to bed. And as much as you… as much as I think…” I can’t say it, can’t complete the thought that he feels like mine, like we belong together. It’s too vulnerable and after the night I’ve had, vulnerable is the last thing I want to be. But I don’t have to because Swift gets it.
