Page 112 of Run Wild Omega

The crude words from his usually composed mouth hit me like a match to gasoline. I whimper, my walls clenching around his fingers, and he responds by curling them upward, hitting a spot inside me that makes my vision blur.

“Miles, please…”

“Please what?” he asks, his thumb pressing harder. “Tell me what you want.”

“You. I want you.”

He pulls his hand free, and I almost cry at the loss. But then he’s gripping my waist, spinning me away from the wall and walking me backward toward the bedroom. Despite my cast, he doesn’t let me stumble. His arm is iron around my waist, taking my weight, guiding me until the back of my knees hits the mattress.

He pushes me down. I land on my back, my cast hanging off the edge of the bed. He strips my jeans and underwear down my good leg in one rough pull, leaving them tangled around the ankle of my cast. His T-shirt comes off over his head in a single motion, and then he’s pushing his sweatpants down his hips.

His cock springs free, thick and flushed, the tip glistening. He’s bigger than I expected, and the sight of him standing above me, lean and hard-chested and breathing heavily, makes my mouth water.

He climbs onto the bed, his knees bracketing my shoulders. The scent of him hits me full force. Sagebrush and mountain rain, earthy and clean and unmistakably male, flooding my senses until I can barely think.

“Roll over,” he says, and his voice brooks no argument.

I obey, shifting onto my side, my cast propped awkwardly against a pillow. He positions himself behind my thigh, his breath warm against my hip. His hand slides over the curve of my ass, squeezing once, before his fingers trace the wet seam of me.

“Open your mouth,” he commands.

I look up. His cock is inches from my face, thick and veined and weeping at the tip. I part my lips, and he slides the head past them, groaning as my tongue swirls around the slick crown.

At the same moment, his mouth descends between my thighs.

The first stroke of his tongue is flat and broad, dragging from my entrance to my clit in one long lick. My hips jerk. He lets out a muffled moan as he shudders above me.

He tastes like salt and sagebrush, and I take him deeper, hollowing my cheeks as I suck. His tongue works me ruthlessly, tracing circles around my clit before driving deep inside me, matching the relentless rhythm of my mouth.

His hips thrust, slamming into the back of my throat, and I relax my jaw to take all of him. My hand wraps around his base, stroking what I can’t fit, and his growl vibrates against my skin.

“Tess,” he rasps against me, his fingers bruising my hips as he pins me to the mattress. His tongue speeds up, flicking over my clit without mercy.

The pressure coils deep in my pelvis, winding tighter with every punishing stroke. I moan around him, drawing him deeper, and his hips stutter.

“Fuck, take it,” he commands, his voice raw as his tongue curls upward inside me, forcing my back to arch off the bed.

My hand pumps his shaft, my tongue swirling over the ridge beneath the head. He pulses in my grip, his thighs trembling, his breath coming in harsh bursts against my skin.

The orgasm hits without warning. My body seizes, a cry muffled against his cock as my walls clench around his tongue.

The sight and feel of me shattering breaks him. He fists his hand in my hair, holding my head still as he thrusts deep into my mouth and comes. Hot pulses spill over my tongue, and I swallow through the surge, taking every drop while his tongue never stops working me, driving me through the aftershocks until I’m trembling and wrung out.

We collapse onto the mattress, the room heavy with the scent of sex and sagebrush.

I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand, staring at the ceiling. Miles lies beside me, his chest heaving, one arm thrown over his eyes.

“That was…” I start.

“Yeah,” he finishes.

The ceiling fan rotates above us in a lazy circle. My heart is still pounding, my skin damp with sweat.

After a moment, he reaches over without looking, his hand finding mine. Our fingers intertwine.

“We still need to talk,” he says quietly.

I squeeze his hand. “I know.”