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He’s on me before I finish the sentence.
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My mate stands up with one arm under my ass and walks me backward until my shoulders hit the wall.
He shoves my skirt up over my hips in one pull. And I hear a seam fucking crack… I don’t care even a little. My panties follow. Then two thick fingers are sliding through me, and my man’s groaning into my neck.
“Fucking soaked. Since I scented you. You sat there talking, with this pretty pussy fucking weeping down your thighs.”
“I’m an excellent multitasker,” I gasp. He laughs, then curls his fingers, and I forget how to talk.
“Tell me what to do,” I whisper.
Declan pulls back far enough to see my face.
“I’m in charge all day. Every day. Every room I walk into, I have to be the smartest, the calmest, the most prepared. I’m tired, Alpha.” I swallow. “Don’t wanna decide anything for the next hour. I want you and I trust you.”
The look he gives me could burn down this whole entire building
“Hands over your head,” he rasps.
I do it without even thinking, and he wraps one huge hand around both my wrists and pins them to the wall, and my whole body fucking… melts. Going hot and loose and heavy. Oh, my God! Why is that so fucking good?!
“Good girl.”
Fuck! My pussy clenches so hard that I whimper. He’s looking at me with his burning gold eyes, so big, so fucking beautiful, all scars and beard and that wicked, wicked mouth, and he’s mine. All of this man is fucking mine.
“Eyes on me,” he rumbles. “And you don’t fucking come until I fucking say.”
“Yes, Alpha.”
“That’s my good fucking girl.”
He pushes inside me in one long, slow, thick slide, and I swear to God, I see fucking stars. He’s so big. So deep. I feel him everywhere… in my belly, in my throat, in my damn toes. He fucks me slow against that wall with my heels still on, watching my face, learning me, finding the exact spot that makes my eyes roll back and then hitting it again and again and again until I’m a shaking, sobbing, dripping mess.
“Look at you,” he growls. “So fucking beautiful, stuffed full of me. So tight. You were fucking made for this, Omega. Made for me.”
“Please… Declan, please…”
“Not yet, love.”
This motherfucker! He’s grinning. He’s actually grinning at me. I’d be furious if he didn’t feel so fucking incredible… He speeds up. Harder. Deeper. The wet, filthy sounds of us fill the little room: my moans, his low, rough grunts, skin slapping. And I’m begging now, saying things I’ve never said out loud in my whole damn life, nasty things, and he fucking loves it, I can feel how much he loves it pouring down our bond…
Then he puts his mouth to my ear. “Now.”
I come so hard my vision goes white. I scream his name. And I think I black out for a second, because when I come back, I’m clinging to his neck and shaking all over, and he’s holding my whole weight like it’s fucking nothing, kissing my face, my eyelids, my mouth, murmuring that I’m perfect, his good girl, his fucking heart…
And he’s still hard inside me. Oh, God…
He carries me to the bed and fucks me hard, and fast until he knots me. Then my husband puts me on my knees, ass up, face in the pillow. I should feel fucking exposed like this, with my pussy and ass on display, my soft belly, my thick thighs… But I don’t. Not with the sound he makes when he looks at me. Like a fucking starving man at a buffet. Dec wraps my curls around his fist, gets his teeth on his bite, and drives into me from behind. And holy shit, it’s even deeper this way! And I’m gone. Just gone. I’m nothing but heat and slick and yes, yes, more, Alpha, please, harder… When his knot swells and pushes inside me, locking us tight, I come again, screaming into the pillow, and he holds my hips still and pumps me so full of him I feel it running hot down my thighs.
“Mine,” he grits out. “Mo chroí. Mine.”
“Yours,” I moan into the pillow. “Yours, yours, yours.”
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Declan is spooned around me, purring, one big hand spread over my belly. I’m boneless, blissed out and thinking about absolutely nothing.
