Page 83 of Wicked Alphas


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“Good Omega.”

His praise delights me, and tingles of pleasure race up my spine.

“Influence is what I have over you,” Grey whispers, taking a step closer to me. “It’s what we all have over you. But I’ve always been the one to enjoy it the most.”

I look at up at him, my breathing ragged. His eyes are dark, the emerald irises almost black as he leans over me, staring directly at my cunt.

“So beautiful,” he whispers. “And all mine. Isn’t that right, Omega?”

“Yes,” I murmur, my eyes wide. “Yes, all yours.”

“Spread your pussy lips,” he commands. “Show me more.”

My nipples harden at his words, and I moan as I spread myself obscenely for him.

“Fuck,” he mutters, his eyes never leaving my hole. My face flames, but a gush of slick spills out of me as he watches.

He stands at the foot of the bed and I breathe heavily, waiting for his next order.

But his gaze softens as he meets my eyes. “If anything is too much, tell me,” he whispers.

I nod. “Yes, Alpha.”

I’m the wettest I’ve been all day, squirming in my nest, desperately waiting for another command.

“Touch yourself. Show me how you make yourself come,Omega.”

I sigh in relief and move my hand to my clit, my fingers rubbing rough, fast circles around the nub. My hips thrust upwards, and Grey watches hungrily as slick drips out of me while I touch myself.

It’s obscene.

It’s incredible.

Grey’s erection is obvious through his jeans, and I’m desperate to see his cock. He notices my ogling, and he smirks.

“Not yet, Omega. This is about me watching you.”

I climb higher, pushing two fingers into my cunt, white-hot pleasure dancing behind my closed eyes.

“Another finger.”

It’s like I’m on autopilot—I don’t even have time to think about my movements. All I want to do isobeyhim. I put another finger inside me, stroking frantically, so close to release…

“Soon, I’ll make you put your whole fist in there.”

I scream.

My body shakes and my back bows as I cry out my release, while liquid spills from my cunt as I spasm around my fingers.

“Good girl,” Grey whispers, his voice strained. “Fuck, you’re such a good Omega, Harper.”

“Please, please,” I beg, tears of desperation filling my eyes. “Let me see you.”

I need to see his cock. I need him near me. I need his touch.

But he unbuttons his shirt first, tossing it to the floor, and my jaw drops.

His chest is chiseled, along with a broad stomach of thick abs. A dark patch of hair trails down to the perfect V of his hips, and I ogle him shamelessly.

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