"Look at you," he breathed, his eyes raking over my naked body with an intensity that made me squirm against the tangled blankets. His gaze lingered on my breasts, my stomach, the glistening wetness visible between my thighs. "Fucking look at you. Oliver's mark on your neck, his scent all over you, his cum still dripping out of you, and still you need more." His voice dropped to a growl. "Greedy little omega."
The words should have stung. Instead, they made heat pool low in my belly, made my inner walls clench around nothing, made slick gush between my thighs until I could feel it soaking into the sheets beneath me. I was greedy. I wanted all of them, every last one, and I wasn't ashamed of it anymore.
"Yes," I hissed, grabbing his wrist and dragging his hand to my breast. His palm was rough, calloused, and the texture against my sensitive nipple made me gasp. "I'm greedy. I want you. I want your knot, your mark, everything. Give it to me."
Something snapped behind his eyes.
He was on me before I could draw another breath, his mouth crashing against mine with bruising force. There was nothing gentle about this kiss, it was teeth and tongue and raw, primal hunger, the kind that devoured. His beard scraped my chin, my cheeks, rough bristles dragging across skin already sensitized by the heat until I knew I'd be red and raw for hours. I loved the burn of it, loved the way it marked me as thoroughly as any bite.
His tongue plundered my mouth, tasting every corner, stroking against mine with a dominance that made me melt into the mattress beneath him. He tasted like coffee and something sweeter, maybe the honey Levi put in everything, and underneath it all, the unmistakable taste of alpha. I sucked on his tongue and felt him groan into my mouth, the vibration traveling through both of us.
His hands were everywhere, cupping my breasts, squeezing roughly until I whimpered, rolling my nipples between calloused fingers with a pressure that bordered on painful. He pinched, and I cried out into his mouth, my back arching off the bed. He did it again, harder, and the pain transformed into pleasure so sharp it made my vision blur.
"Sensitive," he muttered against my lips, not a question. He tugged at my nipples, stretching them, and I keened, my hands flying to his shoulders, nails digging in. "So fucking sensitive. Bet I could make you come just from this."
"Garrett—" I gasped, but he was already moving, his mouth replacing his fingers on my breast. He sucked my nipple into his mouth, hard, his tongue flicking against the peaked flesh while his teeth grazed just enough to sting. The sensation shot straight to my core, making me buck beneath him, my hips seeking friction that wasn't there. He switched to the other breast, giving it the same treatment—sucking, licking, biting until I was writhing and begging and half out of my mind.
"Please," I sobbed, my hands fisting in his hair, trying to push him lower. "Please, Garrett, I need?—"
"I know what you need." He released my nipple with an obscene pop and looked up at me, his beard wet with saliva, his eyes dark and hungry. "Gonna give it to you. Every fucking inch. But first—" He kissed down my sternum, his beard scraping, his tongue leaving a wet trail that cooled in the air and made me shiver. "First, I'm gonna taste how sweet you taste."
He kissed down my stomach, pausing to nip at the soft flesh, to suck bruises into my hips that would last for days. I was trembling now, every muscle strung tight, anticipation coiling in my stomach like a spring wound too tight.
"Been thinking about this," he murmured against my hip, his breath hot on my skin. “ Every time I saw you, I thought about spreading you open, burying my face between your thighs,making you come on my tongue until you forgot your own name." He bit down on my hip bone, hard enough to bruise, and I yelped. "Thought about what you'd taste like. What sounds you'd make. Whether you'd pull my hair when I made you come."
"Garrett—" I tried to speak, to beg, but then his hands were gripping my thighs, spreading them wide, and his mouth was on me.
I screamed. There was no finesse to it, no slow build. Garrett ate me like he was starving for it, like I was the first meal he'd had in months and he intended to savor every bite. His tongue plunged inside me, thick and hot, fucking me with short, sharp strokes that made my hips buck off the mattress. He growled against my flesh, the vibration making me cry out, and used his grip on my thighs to hold me open, spread wide for his feasting.
His stubble was rough against my inner thighs, scraping the sensitive skin raw, and I didn't care. I wanted more of it, wanted to feel him everywhere, wanted to be marked by him inside and out. I could hear the wet, obscene sounds of his mouth on me, could feel my slick smearing across his face, and the knowledge of how messy this was, how primal, only made me wetter.
"Fuck, you taste good," he groaned against my core, the words vibrating against my clit and making me jerk. "Sweeter than anything. Like honey and want and fucking heaven." He licked a broad stripe from my entrance to my clit, then circled the sensitive nub with the tip of his tongue. "Could live between these thighs. Could die here and be happy."
His tongue lashed at my clit while two thick fingers pushed inside me, stretching me, preparing me for what was to come. I was already so wet, so open from Oliver, but Garrett's fingers were thicker, I could feel my body straining to accommodate even this much, the slight burn of the stretch only adding to the overwhelming sensation.
"So tight," he muttered, curling his fingers in a way that made stars explode behind my eyes. "Even after Oliver filled you up. Even with his cum still inside you. This pretty little cunt is still so fucking tight." He pumped his fingers slowly, deliberately, fucking me with them while his tongue continued its assault on my clit. "Can't wait to feel you wrapped around my cock. Can't wait to stretch this greedy hole open on my knot."
I was babbling now, incoherent pleas and curses spilling from my lips as he worked me higher and higher. His mouth and fingers moved in tandem, relentless, merciless, driving me toward an edge I wasn't sure I'd survive. Every nerve in my body was alight, every inch of skin burning with sensation, and I could feel the orgasm building at the base of my spine, coiling tighter with every stroke of his tongue.
"Garrett—Alpha—I can't—I'm going to?—"
"Do it," he commanded, his voice muffled against my flesh but no less authoritative for it. "Come on my face, omega. Give it to me. Let me taste how sweet you are when you fall apart."
I shattered. The orgasm ripped through me like a thunderclap, violent and overwhelming, my whole body seizing as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me. I heard myself scream—a raw, animal sound that didn't even sound human and felt Garrett groan against me, lapping up everything I gave him like he couldn't get enough, his tongue working me through the aftershocks until I was oversensitive and squirming.
But he didn't stop.
"One more," he growled against my twitching flesh. "Give me one more, and then I'll give you my cock."
"I can't—" I started, but he was already sucking my clit into his mouth, hard, his fingers crooking inside me to press against that spot that made me see stars. I came again, harder than before, the orgasm rolling through me in waves that seemed to go on forever. I was crying now, actual tears streaming downmy face, my hands fisted in his hair, pulling hard enough that it must have hurt. He didn't seem to mind. He worked me through it, gentling only when my body finally stopped shaking, pressing soft kisses to my inner thighs as I came back down.
When he finally lifted his head, his face was wet with me, glistening in the low light. His chin was soaked, his lips swollen, and his eyes were wild with hunger. He crawled up my body, and I could smell myself on him, salt and musk and the unmistakable scent of my own need.
He kissed me, and I tasted myself on his tongue—earthy and rich and intimate in a way that made me flush despite everything we'd already done. The taste of my own pleasure, fed back to me by the man who'd drawn it out. I licked into his mouth, chasing the flavor, and felt him groan against me.
"More," I gasped against his lips when we finally broke apart. "I need more. Need your cock. Need your knot."
He growled, the sound vibrating through both of us, rumbling in his chest like distant thunder. "Yeah? Need me to fill this greedy little cunt? Need me to stretch you open on my knot until you can't think, can't speak, can't do anything but take it?"
