Page 295 of Pucking Feral: Part Two

"Fuck, Val⁠—"

He finds my clit and circles it, watching my face.

"There?" he murmurs, pressing harder.

"Yes… right there, don't stop…"

His fingers work me in tight circles while his mouth finds my throat, his teeth dragging along the tendon, and I'm already climbing. My thighs are shaking on either side of his hips and my hands can't find purchase on his wet skin, so I grab his hair instead and pull.

He growls against my throat.

"Inside me," I pant. "Val, I need you inside me⁠—"

His fingers dip lower and push into me, two at once, and my vision whites out for a second. He crooks them upward and my whole body jolts.

"FUCK!"

The sound bounces off the rock walls and the crackling fire and the dark river below us, and I don't give a shit. There's nobody for miles except the owl and the trees and my white wolf.

He pumps his fingers slowly, stretching me, his thumb still working my clit in those devastating circles. His mouth hasn't left my throat. He's biting now, not quite hard enough to mark, but close, little sharp points of pain that bloom into heat beneath my skin.

"More," I demand.

A third finger.

I choke on air.

"Valek…"

"Patience."

He curls his fingers and his thumb grinds against my clit, and I scream, the orgasm ripping through me without warning. My teeth clack together and my vision dissolves into sparks that rival the ones floating up from the fire. I'm coming apart on his hand and he's showing no signs of stopping, but he slows down, teasing me back to reality.

"Good girl," he breathes against my temple in that gravelly accented voice.

Oh, fuck him for that.

I chomp down on his shoulder.

He snarls and his hand pulls free of me. Both hands find my hips and lift me onto his lap, positioning me above him as I snap playfully at him again. The blunt head of his cock presses against my entrance.

Valek's silver eyes lock onto mine.

The alpha predator is suddenly gone. And what's beneath the chill that usually keeps his face in a neutral mask is unguarded and terrified.

I've never seen him afraid of anything.

I cup his face and press my forehead against his.

"What's wrong?" I breathe.

His exhale shudders out of him. "Nothing," he says hoarsely. "Nothing at all, little omega."

He sinks into me slowly.

The first barbell drags across my inner walls and I gasp, my nails digging into his shoulders.

"Oh—"