Tybalt grunted, reaching down to adjust his cock in his dark jeans. “We’ll see. Not sure I’ll handle having my omega close to that piece of shit very well.”
My purr obliterated all other sounds. “Again. Call me that again.”
His palms slid up my legs, slowing the higher they explored until his fingers hooked in the waistband of my leggings. I held my breath when he tugged them down, the sudden silence raising goosebumps on my arms. The way his eyes locked on mine lent the moment a heavy significance. Pleasant, like a weighted blanket.
“My omega,” Tybalt said in a gritty voice. He pressed a kiss to my hip bone and I melted against the stone wall, my purr stuttering back to life.
“Not so loud, warrior. I don’t want anyone to find us before you drown me in your cum.”
I bit my lip, trying to keep my noises contained, but a loud moan escaped when he grazed a slow kiss to my clit, my nerve endings throbbing and pleading. I was so worked up, my entire body quivering, that when he swirled his tongue over my clit and took it inside his mouth, I came instantly.
It was so intense, so immediately good, and my knees weakened. Tyb caught me, pinning me against the wall and sucking me in long, slow pulses that made my hips jolt and shudder, the throbs inside me so much more intense.
“That’s my girl,” he said when I stopped shaking. “That’s my omega.”
“Alpha,” I rasped, so hot I wanted to crawl out of my skin.
“I know, warrior. I’m far from done with you. Take a deep breath for me.”
I only realised I hadn’t been breathing when I parted my lips and sucked down cold, rain-laced air.
“Hands on my shoulders,” he ordered. “If you feel yourself falling, hold onto me.”
His hands glided up and down my hips, and my need spiked. Sweat beaded on my forehead.
“Omega,” he said with a faint rasp of a growl. “What did I say?”
I moved my hands to his shoulders. He rewarded me with a long, decadent lick through my centre, tracing circles around my clit but without ever touching. I was so slick that it dripped onto the path, and Tybalt groaned like I was the finest delicacy he’d ever eaten.
I dug my fingernails into the shoulders of his jacket, dimpling the leather when he stroked two fingers through my heat and plunged them inside me, my pussy greedily sucking him with ripples that felt so good I couldn’t think.
“Knot,” I whined, writhing as another climax built, so fast that my eyes crossed.
“No, warrior.” He spoke against my sensitive nerves, kissing my clit between words. “When I give you my knot, you’ll be in your nest, not pushed up against a fucking shed.”
I would have complained if he hadn’t moved his tongue against me in rapid, mind-melting flicks. His fingers curledinside me, turning me into a shuddering, blissed-out mess in seconds.
This orgasm lasted twice as long as the first. I had to gasp down air, turning my face up into the rain, my bottom tip tortured between my teeth as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through my body. I held onto him as he ordered, scratching his leather jacket as his fingers refused to slow, his mouth fixed to my pussy like it would never leave.
“Alpha,” I rasped, struggling to recall his name, not even knowing my own. “Alpha, please.”
He purred, a sudden thrum of noise that hit my clit and made my toes curl. Another release rippled through me, turning my thoughts inside out. I couldn’t even remember what I’d been pleading for.
He knelt there at my feet and stroked and purred me through three more, until I blinked away the sheen of rain on my eyelashes and realised I could think again.
“Tybalt,” I rasped, and wondered if I’d stayed quiet or if everyone knew what we were doing out here in the garden.
He dragged his tongue in a broad swipe up my centre, drinking down my slick, and then peered up at me. “Back with me?”
“Shit, you’re a mess,” I groaned, pushing back his hair, looking at where my need and pleasure shone on his face, a drop dripping from the corner of his mouth. His tongue darted out and claimed it as he held eye contact. I shuddered.
“Fuck yeah,” he replied, his voice low and full of gravel. “Love the way you mess me up, warrior.”
He pulled my leggings and underwear back up my legs, then rose to his feet slowly, never once removing his hands from my body as if he wasn’t sure my legs could hold me up. I wasn’t sure either.
“I should warn you,” he said in a delicious rumble, “I think I’m addicted to the taste of your pussy, and I can never give you up now. You’re mine for life.”
“That seems… optimistic. You never know what could happen. We might fight horribly and learn to hate each other.”
