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She grunts, trying to wiggle away, but my hold on her hip keeps her in place. Her pheromones get thick in the air, and it doesn’t help me to stay clear at all.
It takes pure determination on my part not to yank my dick out and shove every inch inside her. “Does it sting, sweetheart?”
“Yes,” she agrees, nodding. Her braids bounce, and it makes me ache to pull on them as I fuck her from behind. Her ass is red, but I still count out five more on the left cheek. After number three, she starts dancing around on her toes. The moans that escape her lips could be pain or pleasure. It’s hard to tell. “Really, I didn’t mean to upset you.”
I growl, “It’s not about me, Tinley. You’re a fucking omega.”
“But I’mnot.” Her head shakes.
“Do you think that rationale will work on a half-feral alpha?” I switch back to her right ass cheek and amp it up a notch, peppering her with a bit more pressure. “Some assholes can’t be trusted, and that’s not just on tour. You know how it goes. Alphas are supposed to protect our omega. If you keep making that impossible, then you better get used to sleeping on your belly. I’m sure, after a few nights, it’ll finally sink in.”
“I’m sorry, but that hurts.”
“Oh, yeah?”
“Yes,” she hisses, trying to wiggle away.
“Too bad.”
“Fitz...” Her hips wiggle as she bends a little lower. I catch sight of her pussy at the same time her scent floods my nostrils. Oh, fuck me. Having some backup might not have been a bad plan.
ChapterNineteen
Tinley
“Fitz,” I moan as warmth pulses through my entire body. “I’m sorry. Really, I am. I’ll find you anytime I need to leave the room.”
At least on tour, I add to myself.
“I’m not trying to be a controlling asshole.” He slaps my ass, and it aches with a throb that echoes in my extremely empty pussy. I grind my hips back into his cock, desperate for some friction. “I trust you with Ramsey and Warrick. Jack—who fucking knows? Tinsel, I’m losing my mind here.” He sounds so miserable, my stomach drops.
“Red,” I whisper.
Fitz blows out a heavy breath that fans over my neck as he immediately releases me. “I’m sorry.”
“Enough, I didn’t hit my limit. My ass hurts, but I definitely didn’t safe word for me.” My dress falls as I spin to face him. “I’m here. I’m safe. I’m also completely yours. I didn’t mean to be stubborn. I trust you enough to give you this.” My hands dig into his hips as I push up on my tiptoes to kiss him.
He growls, slamming my back against the wall. His forearm wraps around my ass, and then I’m being lifted into him. I dig my feet into his rear end as he slides his hand up my neck, brushing his thumb over my cheek as we kiss. The wall helps hold me up as he works the front of his jeans against my slick core. The way he devours my mouth makes it clear he’s not screwing around.
Trusting him to keep me upright, I focus on getting his belt and jeans open.
“Tinsel,” he growls in warning.
“Yeah, Fitzy?” I grin when I finally get his belt figured out.
“Are you sure you trust me right now?” he asks between frantic kisses. “I don’t trust myself. My impulses are telling me to rut you, claim you, and never let you get away.”
A shiver runs down my spine as my head falls to the side, and I whine. That sounds pretty amazing to me too.
“Jesus Christ.” Fitz yanks me off the wall and walks us to the couch. He pulls me down on top of him as I get back to working on his belt. It’s a tangle of bumping arms and teeth as I try to kiss him. He laughs against my lips as he slides two fingers through my dripping core. “Oh, sweetheart.”
“I told you I was into it, but I don’t want you to spend any time feeling guilty later on.” I pull back enough to stare into his eyes as I speak. “We’ll try again when you’re in a better headspace. Not only is it a huge turn-on that you’re all growly and protective.” I finally get his zipper down and work my way into his boxers. “But I also really liked the bite of pain and seeing you go all dominant alpha on me.” The fingers of my free hand dig into the short hair on the back of his head as I stretch to kiss him.
Fitz gets a little bolder and shoves his thick digits inside me. We both groan as my hips grind over his lap. I’m still working his cock with my hand, and the gyrating motion brushes his crown through my slickness. The problem is, his boxer briefs and jeans are still on.
“I’m fairly sure you should run while you still have the chance. What the fuck am I saying? If you ran right now, I’d hunt you.”
I grin, shaking my head. He doesn’t scare me in the least.
