Page 52 of Pack Obsession

“I love all your cum on my hand, knowing you came for me.”

He doesn’t stop teasing me, though. His mouth is on my neck as his fingers keep teasing my clit, flicking it, pinching it. He’s sucking on the side of my neck hard, not releasing, and I don’t want him to. I crave more.

He keeps going until the last tremors of pleasure fade, then his fingers leave me, yet his touch lingers. His face is flushed, and his eyes are heavy-lidded, but his gaze doesn’t soften. It remains intense, possessive. I feel boneless, as though I’ve been utterly taken apart and put back together with no instructions. The heat that had been a ravenous, demanding fire is now a gentle hum, a languid warmth that pools in my belly. It billows within me once more.

“I can’t get enough, Nash...” My voice is raw, a cry.

He growls under his breath, and with a quick glance down the road, he kneels before me, his hands pushing my skirt up, his gaze fixed on the apex between my legs. He parts me further, his fingers slipping inside once more, finding me slick and swollen. His mouth is on me in seconds, and I shiver. He tastes me, his tongue flicking my clit, driving me wild, and I groan, my hands gripping his head, his hair.

“Fuck, fuck!”

He snarls, going deeper, piercing his long tongue along my length, licking me endlessly. He loves eating pussy. I can tell by how deep he goes, how he doesn’t hold back but pushes his face in there, reveling in it, his body shuddering against mine. It’s as though mine has a mind of its own, burning up, my hips rocking against him. His tongue pushes into me suddenly, and I can only imagine how long it is… I moan loudly as a tidal wave of an orgasm slams into me.

I convulse, my legs barely holding me up, but he’s got his hands on my hips, holding me there while I cum over his mouth this time. He licks me, taking it all, moaning like he’s the happiest man alive.

“You’re such a good Omega for me,” he whispers, his voice a low, gravelly buzz that vibrates against my skin. “You taste better than honey,” he adds, sending goosebumps down my back.

He stands, his smirk predatory, his lips glistening with my cum in the moonlight. His hands remain on my hips, holding me possessively against his hard body.

“How do you feel now?” he asks.

“Like I’ve just flown to heaven and back,” I manage to gasp out, my breath catching in my throat as his expression smolders.

His smile turns sinful, a flash of teeth in the dim light.

“You’re so damn beautiful,” he says, his words low and possessive. “We’re heading back now. Then, back in the house, I need a closer, much closer look at that pretty little pussy, needto worship her properly.” He leans in, his exhale hot against my ear. “I want to see you dripping for me all night.”

I gasp at his words. I’m lost in the irresistible pull of him, at his deepening scent of Alpha–mountain air, warm hearth smoke, and freshly baked cinnamon rolls. My hands clench against his shirt, my grip tightening.

“You... you can’t just say things like that,” I stammer, the protest weak and shaky. Yet, I’m rubbing myself against him like some horny teenager.

A random car drives past the road, then once it’s gone, the night swallows us. It doesn’t worry me, it seems.

A dark chuckle rumbles in his chest, buzzing against me.

“Oh, tiny Omega.” His words are husky and laced with a brutal edge. “I can say whatever I want. And you crave it, don’t you, all those dirty little words? You want to hear me say them to you, feel them crawl under your skin?” He leans in, his lips brushing against my ear as he whispers, “Don’t even try to pretend you don’t get wet when I talk like this. You’re mine, and I can taste your need for me.” His teeth nip my earlobe, sending a jolt of heat through my body. “Tell me,” he commands. “Tell me how much you crave my cock.”

I’m lost for words as my body tingles all over, my thighs squeezing together. I swear, I’m close to coming again just from his words. What is wrong with me?

“Not fair using that voice on me when you know what it does.”

“Tell me what it does, tiny Omega.”

“Like you don’t know.” I try for defiant, but it comes out needy. “Like you can’t feel exactly what you’re doing to me.”

“Say it.” His words darken. “Tell me how wet you are for me.”

“Fuck you,” I whisper with a grin, even as my hips shift unconsciously toward him. “You’re a tease.”

With a rough pull, he has me in his arms and off my feet, the cold metal of the car pressing against my back, grounding me as my legs automatically wrap around his waist. He grips my thighs, his fingers digging into my flesh, as he pushes up between my thighs, his hardness teasing my entrance. He feels so huge, his scent heady, heavy, clouding my thoughts.

He lifts me slightly, his hands gripping my thighs as he positions himself.

A shiver runs through me, not from fear but from the sheer power in his arms.

“I want you,” I whisper hoarsely. “I need you to fill me. Please, dominate me.” I cringe, as I have no idea how to talk dirty, yet I arch against him, eager for the relief only he can provide.

His response is a low chuckle filled with dark promise. His hand moves, sliding down his body where he tugs his zipper down, the metallic rasp loud in the night. His cock springs free, grazing my inner thigh.

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