“I’m going to claim every fucking inch of you.”
She nods her head, the movement slow, almost dazed.
“Do you want that?”
Autry nods, and her nostrils flare as her breathing picks up.
“Say it, omega. Say you want my cum on every inch of your pretty skin.”
“Yuh–yes.” She sounds like she’s lost in a trance. Lost somewhere between lust and reality. “I want…” she pants, “...I want all of it.”
My hips buck, fucking up into my hand as the pressure builds in my groin.
“Give it to me,” Autry whispers, her chest heaving with excitement. “Give me your cum, alpha.” She drags her pink tongue across her bottom lip, and that’s all it takes for my control to snap.
My shaft pulses in my hand as thick ropes of pearly cum splatter against Autry’s tits. Droplets hit her neck and even her cheek before dripping down. I stare at the mess asthe intensity of my orgasm slowly fades, and I’m left breathless and a little dizzy.
“Wow.” Autry glances down at her flushed body. Slowly, she lifts her hand and slips two fingers through the sticky mess across one nipple. She opens her mouth, sliding them up across her little tongue. And she sucks.
A loud moan pushes from her chest, eyes floating closed.
“Fuck,” I snarl, wanting nothing more than to fuck her raw right here and now.
“Alpha,” Autry whines, shifting her hips like she’s restless. Good. I want her to crave me as much as I crave her. “Promise me that you won’t be too late tonight.”
“Yes.” I slip my hand over her soft tits and stomach, gathering as much of my release as I can. “I promise.” Then I push my fingers into her cunt, forcing all of it into her tight little pussy.
“Deeper.” Autry spreads her legs wider, tilting her hips. I eagerly fill her up the best I can, but her bold request makes me think about her one-sheet. It said she hadn’t been fucked by an alpha, but I can’t help but wonder if that’s true.
“You aren’t a virgin.” It’s not a question, but Autry answers it anyway.
“No.” The flush in her cheeks travels to her ears, making them flame bright red. I love that this embarrassed her. “I’ve laid with a couple of female omegas and one male,” she whispers, obviously not wanting anyone in the kitchen to overhear. But it’s dead silent in there. I’m sure they’re all listening. Including Oli.Good. I want that young-shit to know this ismyomega. My property. My precious mate. And he had better take this job fucking seriously.
“No betas?” I ask and she shakes her head. “Noalphas?” I push more come into her, and she whimpers before shaking her head again. “Just a little more,” I purr.
Autry squirms slightly as I fill her up, not quite meeting my eyes. “I’ve had a knotted vibrator inside me,” she mumbles as she admits what she’s done. “But… that’s all,” she whispers, with a nervous little shrug, like she’s trying to make herself smaller.
“Good.” I slide my hand gently along the side of her knees and guide them together, loving the soft warmth of her skin. “Oli is allowed to touch your arm or take your hand, butonlyif there’s an emergency. He isnotallowed to put his hands on you otherwise.”
“Okay,” Autry says with a sweet, eager nod. Her eyes shine like she’s proud to follow my rules, and damn if that doesn’t do something to me.
“If he does touch you inanyother way, youwilltell me.” I wait for her to agree. I honestly don’t think he will, especially after what he shared with me in my office. The young alpha is in need of some serious money, so I doubt he’ll be doing anything to fuck up this job. Especially with the amount we agreed to.
“Yes, sir,” Autry promises, voice soft and obedient, fingers curling in her lap. Then her lashes lower, and her tone turns coy. “What about Myrick?” she asks, ducking her head adorably. “Can I touch him? Or… kiss him?” The way she asks is sweet as sugar, but there’s a playful little spark in her voice that gives her away. Apparently, my little omega’s a tease when she wants to be.
“You can do whatever you want to Myrick,” I murmur, watching her closely. “He belongs to you, the same way you belong to me.”
Her lips part slightly at that, like she wasn’t expectingthat kind of freedom. She cradles her wrist in one hand, voice almost a whisper. “And Charlie? Can I touch him?”
I hesitate. My first instinct is to shut it down completely. But I want her happy—content and cared for in every way. And if Charlie’s going to truly be part of our pack, that means letting her love him, too.
“He’s not allowed to touch you,” I say firmly.
Her brow furrows, confused. “So… that’s a no?”
“That meanshecan’t touchyou,” I repeat, letting the words sink in.
Her gaze slips over my chest, and that soft mouth curves into a knowing little smile. “So… I can tease him?” There’s a delicious glint of mischief in her gaze—innocent, but wicked enough to make my blood heat.
