Page 166 of Runaway Omega


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I brush my lips over her throat and as I rub two fingers over her swollen clit, she whimpers. And I read her body, read her need. When her breath catches and she arches her back beneath me, I slide a hand under her hips, lift her higher, and drag a cushion under her lower back.

She blinks her eyes open. “Rune?”

I press her thighs farther open, settling myself between them as I touch the tip of my cock against her entrance. “Slow and deep, baby.” I meet her eye. “That’s how this ride’s gonna go.”

She gulps, her hands gripping my hips as I slowly sink into her lush sweetness. I bite back a groan at the need to slam myself home. I take my time, sliding an inch in, easing out, and gliding deep again.

She sighs in relief and then moans, her hands stroking up and down my back. “Yes…”

This angle is exactly right for me to use my knees on the cushions to drive me deeper into her until, with one last soft slap, I’ve buried myself balls deep within her.

There I stop, letting my head fall back as her body ripples around me, squeezing and gripping me. “I’ve never known anything as sweet as this. As you.”

It’s impossible to keep still. I need to move. Need to thrust.

The cushion under Everleigh’s lower back keeps her off the cushioned floor so each thrust into her body makes me bottom out in her, my balls slapping the underside of her ass. Gripping her hips with both hands, I keep the pace slow, deep, and easy, drawing her toward me as I slowly ride her into the cushions.

“Rune,” she whimpers, tossing her head as her release beckons.

Gritting my teeth, I pick up the pace. “Not yet, cher.”

I roll my hips, each glide hitting a place in her that pulls the sweetest, huskiest sounds from her throat. She rakes her nails up and down my back, lifting her hips up to mine. “Please, Rune!”

Her back arches, her pussy clamps tight around me, and she cries out as she bucks.

My control snaps.

I slam into her, groaning as I slide as deep as I can go. Nudging her legs even farther apart, I lift my upper body from hers, slide my hand down her sweat-slicked body, and brush my thumb over her clit.

She clamps even tighter around me with a strangled scream, throwing me into a release so overpowering, I throw my head back and roar. My cock swells, my knot locking us together as I strain within her, filling her body with my cum.

And I hold her tight as we ride out these waves together.

I don’t pull out.

I’m not even close to being done with Everleigh yet.

Her eyelashes flutter closed as I kiss her softly on the lips, one hand loosely collaring her slender throat.

“These beautiful eyes better be opening soon, cher,” I breathe against her lips. “This Cajun isn’t even close to having enough of you.”

The corners of her lips kick up in a smile, though she keeps her eyes closed. “You said Cajuns like to take their time.”

I kiss her again. Can’t seem to stop. “I did that. And when a Cajun is inside a pussy as sweet as yours, he’s settling in for the long haul with a rocking chair out front, a picture on the wall. A…”

Her soft tinkle of laughter silences me. Instantly.

I stare down at her, stunned I have this ability to make Everleigh laugh. She opens her eyes to observe me with a laugh still in them. “Where exactly do you intend this rocking chair to go?”

She’s smiling up at me. Relaxed. Happy.

We helped her through her heat, and she isn’t looking up at me with regret in her eyes. She’s smiling. At me.

I choke back the words, so close to pushing themselves out between my teeth:

Stay. Stay and be our omega. Let us love you.

Her smile slowly fades as if she senses something is wrong. “Rune? What is it?”

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