Page 75 of Savage Surrender

I kiss him softly, and his mouth follows mine when I draw back.

“You feel so good,” I tell him, and his eyes go heavy. “I want you deeper.”

“Princess.”

“I need more, Owen.”

His hips slam into mine.

Weller’s second cuff comes open. “Gentle.”

Owen drags in a ragged breath and slows again, but I can feel how close he is to coming apart. His cock is brutally hard inside me, his thighs shaking beneath mine as he tries to obey while I stroke my tongue along the seam of his lips.

“I don’t want to be treated like I’m fragile,” I whisper, quiet enough that the words belong to Owen even though Weller’s eyes sharpen from across the room. “I want everything you have to give me.”

Owen gives me one deep, helpless thrust.

“Tell me if it’s too much.”

I tighten my legs around him and press my mouth to his ear. “My body belongs to you, Owen. You could never be too much.”

His arms cinch around me, and the next thrust has none of Weller’s careful rhythm left in it. He begins fucking me until there’s no space left between us, no part of me left untouched by the force of his body. His cock drives through my slick in deep, frantic strokes while he holds me so close that we share every breath. I cling to him, feeding off the desperate sounds he makes.

Weller says his name once, but Owen doesn’t stop.

The chair across the room makes a small sound beneath Weller’s weight. When I look, his sleeves are folded neatly below his elbows and his forearms rest along the chair arms, utterly still.

He doesn’t speak again.

Teakwood gathers dark and bitter through the room until every breath tastes like the edge of his patience.

The knowledge sends me higher.

I roll my hips into Owen’s next thrust and clench around him. His rhythm falters and he groans, burying himself as deep as he can get, grinding me down against the thick base of his cock while the pressure inside me winds tight enough to hurt.

There’s no technique left in him. It’s just Owen, holding me so hard I’ll wear his fingerprints tomorrow, and he’s fucking me like our leashes never existed.

That’s what does it.

I break on his next stroke, my body seizing around his cock in waves that wipe my brain clean. He growls and refuses to slow, working me through it, and I come apart harder because he won’t.

“Come for me,” I whisper when I can speak again, kissing him, tightening around him, my body begging his for his release.

He follows with my name broken against my lips. His body locks beneath me, arms crushing me to him while his cock jerks and fills me in hot, heavy pulses. I hold his face between my hands and kiss him through every one of them, softer now.

His forehead rests against my shoulder and his hands move over my back. For a while I let him keep me here, breathing into my hair with his softening cock still buried inside me.

Across the mattress, Freddie shifts closer, and a rumble vibrates from Owen’s chest before he reluctantly loosens his hold and gives me space. His cock slips out of me, his release following in a warm spill between my thighs.

Freddie’s eyes track it. “Bianca, do you⁠—”

“Wait,” Weller says with quiet authority. “Bianca, come here.”

Every omega instinct I possess turns toward him, but I resist the urge to go to him.

“You heard him, Bianca.” Tristan’s voice drifts from where he’s watching me. “And I think you should crawl.”

I consider standing just to disappoint him, but I lower my hands to the rug. The first movement sends a gush of Owen’s release slipping down the inside of my thigh.