I don’t want to scare her, but I’ll fucking die if I don’t taste her right now.
“Don’t fucking move,” I push at her inner thighs, forcing her legs impossibly wide, then I slip two fingers deep inside her.
Skyla bucks up, I’m assuming from surprise, but I don’t look at her face. I’m too busy licking, sucking, and flicking her clit while fingering her deep.
Soon my precious omega’s thighs begin to tighten, squeezing my face. I glance up her body, watching as her eyes float closed. Her breath picks up, her face squinches, and her orgasm explodes on my tongue.
Slick erupts as her body shakes. I drink her down, and my cock pulses. The ache in my balls is unbearable, making my lower back tense.
The need to rut is like nothing I’ve felt before.
“Um…” Skyla pushes at the top of my head, trying to pry me off her cunt. “I’m,” she licks her suddenly pale lips. In fact, her whole face is drained of all color, like she’s seen a ghost. “I'm really tired,” she manages to say, but I barely register her words.
Rut. Fuck. Bite. Claim.
“Roll over,” I say as I lift up, then reach for my belt.
Skyla's brown eyes widen as they drop to my hands. “Don’t—” she whispers, shaking her head. But it’s already too late.
I’m standing at the center of a storm—wild, desperate, and past the point of no return.
There’s nothing human left in me now. I’m a beast, stripping down as I prepare to fall into my omega. My mate.Mine.
I kick off my jeans, then palm my cock, tugging my balls slightly to relieve some of the ache. It does nothing. In fact, the tension in my body only doubles when Skyla pushes her feet out, trying to scoot away from me.
A frightened whimper leaves her lips as she stares right at my ruddy cock.
My hand finds her hip, and suddenly, I’m not thinking—I’m moving. Crawling over her with slow, deliberate movements. Skyla stiffens beneath me, small and trembling, her hands curled under her chin like she's bracing for a storm.
Her wide eyes lock on mine—clearly scared and unsure.
I can’t stop, and I don’t want to. My body’s already decided.
“It’s okay,” I growl, more animal than man. “Let your alpha make it better.”
Under Knox
Skyla
I thought I could do this.
I thought I could close my eyes, spread my legs, and just let it happen.
But the second that first orgasm faded, reality hit me like a slap.
This was a mistake.
I can’t do this.
Not again.
But Knox is enormous—easily twice, maybe three times my size. Towering and broad, with long black hair that clings to his shoulders, a rough beard shadowing his face, and scars etched deep into his skin like warnings.
He looks like a man who’s been through war. Or caused it.
What am I doing here?
Panic starts to rise in my chest, but I keep my lips clamped shut, trying to swallow it whole. Because ifthere’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s that you aren’t allowed to say no to an alpha.
