Page 110 of Wild Omega

“Red!” he gasps. “We shouldn’t be talking about that now.”

“Why not?” I tilt my head, listening to each of his broken pants as I grind into him, the delicious friction sending molten heat pouring through my nerves.

“Because—”

I thrust into him, as firmly as if he was lodged inside. The resistance of his hard cock is delicious. Rickon grunts, his body spasming. His hands close into fists above his head and he tries again. “Because I’m here with you.”

I click my tongue and trail my fingers down his chest. His nipples peek out just above the corset rim, like they’re playing peek-a-boo with me. I roll them with my thumbs and Rickon arches off the bed.

“We should do anything and everything that makes us hot,” I whisper, loving the way he writhes like he can’t control himself.

He growls softly, liking that idea, and reaches for my knees. I smack his hands away. “Nuh-uh. Keep ‘em where I can see ‘em.”

He squirms, slowly obeying. Putty in my hands. I want his knot, want all of him, but this rubbing sensation has its own profound beauty and I’m going to enjoy it for as long as possible.

“So, is he big?”

“Yeah,” Rickon murmurs, blushing prettily. “Nearly as big as me. Girthier.”

“You take peeks in the bathroom?”

His lips snap together, and his eyes widen, as if silently begging me to stop tugging on his secrets. But his quivering body tells me he’s also enjoying permission to think about his childhood crush.

I chuckle. “My naughty alpha. Do you imagine him thrusting into you with that cock?” I grip the boning around his waist and press myself down, moving in small circles.

“You’re gonna make me come,” he murmurs, and the look in his pale green eyes sets my soul on fire.

“Good.”

I sit up and run my fingers down my body, toying with my hem. His burning gaze tracks my movements as I lift my shirt a little higher with each thrust. Rickon’s chest vibrates with a hungry growl as I pull the fabric clear of my bra.

“Oh, fuck!” he breathes out, taking me all in.

I grin. Rickon’s not the only one who prepped for this day; I was like a kid in a candy store when Samantha showed me the catalogs and told me to pick what I needed to move out with.

Honestly, the bra’s more strap and lace than support, but I’m lucky I have gorgeous, perky boobs that hold their shape. My nipples strain against the small circle of black lace, the curves nuzzled into the space between straps crossing over my chest in diamond patterns to connect with two rings down the middle. I feel sexy as fuck, and the look on Rickon’s face confirms it’s true.

“I wanna touch,” he moans, thrusting his hips up on the bed.

“Not yet,” I pant out.

Pressure builds deep in my belly, and the more I deny him, the more he mewls like a needy kitten. My kitten. Rickon clenches one hand around his other wrist as if he’s physically holding himself back. I arch forward, giving him a clear view as I rock into his trapped cock.

His lids shutter and he stiffens, his entire body trembling. I double down, thrusting and feeling his dampness spread through our panties. I moan loudly as a hot rush cascades from my core.

A couple of jagged breaths and a rustle of bedcovers is all the warning I get. Rickon surges upright and rolls me over, flinging me down on my back. “I’m sorry,” he cries. “But I need you. Please?” He settles between my legs, catching sight of my panties. “Fuck, Red!” He drops his mouth to the little ties and his teeth graze across my thighs as he pulls the strings.

The tugs shoot through my body, squeezing moans from me, as the black lace falls away. Rickon’s thumb drives straight inside me, and I moan as I’m filled, lifting my hips in welcome.

“Watch, Red.”

My eyes snap open. He lifts the lacy panties to his mouth and sucks on my juice, a sly smile spreading across his lips.

“Alpha!” I whine, burning with need. I don’t care that he turned the tables. I just need him to have his way with me.

Rickon adjusts his grip, driving three fingers in, plunging through my slick. “You’re so wet for me, Biscuit,” he murmurs in awe.

I’ve got no breath left to speak because everything narrows to that electrifying pulse. I moan, writhe, and finally scream, arching up to cling to any part of him I can reach.

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