Page 113 of The Rust in Her Hair

Excitement pours through me as I explore every inch of him with my mouth, lapping at the head, slipping my lips down his shaft, then I move lower, pressing my tongue flat against the soft, heavy weight of his balls. He curses above me, his fingers tightening on my nipple, and I feel powerful in a way I've never felt in my life.

"So good." He slides his thumb along the stretched seam of my lips where they're wrapped around the first inch of his cock, feeling where he disappears into my mouth. "Now open up for me, princess. I want to see how much more you can take."

I nod the best I can, eager to please my alpha.

"Alright." He eases his cock out of my mouth, leaving my lips wet and tingling. His thumb strokes my cheek. "Open up for me as wide as you can."

I drop my jaw until the muscles stretch.

"Good. Now stick that pretty tongue all the way out." His voice has gone low and steady, coaching me through it. I obey, laying my tongue flat over my bottom lip, and his eyes darken at the sight. "That's it. Just like that." He slips the pad of his thumb down the tip of my tongue. "Now, I want you to breathe through your nose for me, nice and slow. However deep I go, you keep breathing. You got that?"

I nod again, holding position, my mouth open and waiting.

Mack's other hand slides into my hair, grabbing a handful so my head is held still. Then he feeds himself back between my lips, slowly pushing deeper than I've gone, and then deeper still. I feel the crown nudge the back of my throat and my eyes go wet.

"Good girl," he growls, then pushes a little bit more.

I gag around him.

The sound is wet and obscene, and I feel my body respond to it, slick pooling on the carpet beneath me. Mack moans like I've done something incredible.

"Fuck. That sound." His fist tightens in my hair. "Do that again."

He starts to move then, slow shallow rolls of his hips, feeding himself in and out, and I breathe through my nose and let him. His head falls back, the long line of his throat working, and I watch him starting to come undone above me and feel drunk on it.

This enormous, unbreakable man, coming apart because of me.

Then I feel the first swell of his knot beginning to thicken under my fingers.

Pride and heat rush through me all at once, and I take him deeper, gagging once again, greedy for more of those sounds.

And then, without any warning, Mack pulls out of my mouth entirely.

"Up!" he commands, and his hands close under my arms and haul me to my feet before I understand what's happening. He hooks his fingers into the waistband of the shorts and rips them down my legs. I barely get one foot free before he grips me by the backs of my thighs and lifts me clean off the floor like I weigh nothing at all.

I grab his shoulders, gasping, as he hoists me up his body, forcing my thighs to drape over his broad shoulders. He walks forward, not stopping until my back finds the nearest wall, and he pins me there.

"My turn," he says, then buries his face between my legs.

I cry out as I slap one hand against the wall behind me.

His mouth is hot and relentless, his tongue sweeping through my slick before he finds my clit and closes his lips around it and sucks. His big hands grip my ass, holding me open, while he moans against me like I'm the best thing he's ever tasted.

"Mack." I fist both hands in his blond hair and hold on for my life. "Oh, God, Mack."

He flicks his tongue over my swollen clit, fast, then he sucks again, and the coil in my belly winds tight and tighter with every pass. He's commanding my body without words, devouring me all at once, and there's nothing for me to do but take it.

"That's it," he growls against my clit when my legs start to shake. "Come on my face, princess. Give it to me."

And I shatter.

An orgasm tears through me, white and total, and I clench down hard around nothing as I cover his face in slick. I scream his name, my thighs locking around his head, and Mack works me through every wave of it, licking and sucking until I'm a panting, boneless mess.

Mack waits for my legs to stop shaking, then he gentles his mouth as I come down, pressing soft kisses to the inside of my thigh. Moving slowly, he eases me down his body, until he's cradling me against his chest in the middle of the living room. My legs won't hold me, so he holds me instead, both arms banded around me, my bare skin against his.

He tips his forehead down to mine.

"Omega." His voice has gone rough and low and serious now, all the play burned out of it. "Can I fuck you? I need to have you."