Page 111 of Wild Omega

“More, alpha!” I beg shamelessly as I shatter all over his hand.

He growls, a fierce, dark, claiming sound and I shiver with delight. The alpha who lurks deep within surfaces, and he’s glorious. Rickon rises over me, pushing me back onto the bed as he frees his cock from his tiny G-string. He’s so beautiful, my breath catches.

The brilliant daylight streaming through the window catches on the outline of his shoulder and the pale skin of his straining dick. It shines off his platinum hair and lights up his eyeshadow, painting him as an otherworldly fae prince who’s stolen me.

He spreads my legs, nudges his cock against my pussy lips, and then sinks in.

I let my head fall back, giving up all pretense of sanity as he consumes me, filling me to overflowing. “Alpha!” I scream, not caring if the whole city block hears me. In fact, I hope they do. Hope they know how amazing my alpha is.

His knot massages my opening, making my cry stutter. It feels so good, and he doesn’t make me wait. With heavy, purposeful thrusts, Rickon lodges his alpha heritage right inside, where it belongs.

Instant orgasm breaks over me, a hot rush that leaves me trembling and arching with a silent scream. He braces on my knees and thrusts.

Whatever laws of physiology say the alpha knot is supposed to remain in one spot don’t seem to apply to Rickon. He continues thrusting, his knot dragging through my pussy. I burn, in the best of ways, and fall apart, begging him over and over, but for what, I have no idea.

“I’m not letting go, Red,” he growls out. “Ever.”

The promise lodges in my soul and I collapse, shivering uncontrollably. He’s mine, and I’m his. I want him to possess me, body and soul. “Bond me,” I say.

Rickon stiffens. His fingers dip into my knees as he shakes his head. “I want to, but I can’t, Biscuit. You know that. We can’t give the Center any excuse to take you away.” He lifts my leg up and nuzzles my ankle.

I cover my eyes with one hand, shutting out the light. “All right.” Just this once, I’ll let it slide, but I hate those assholes even more for getting in the way.

“Be patient a little longer, Red,” he soothes, kissing my leg.

“Hold me,” I say, looking for the short-term way to fill my heart.

Rickon grins down at me, his knot still lodged deep inside me. Instinct says we’re going to be like this for a few hours. “I would, but I can barely breathe.” He waves at his chest.

His corset’s cutting into the front of his heaving chest. I chuckle and reach up. “Let me help with that.”

My fingers tangle in the laces, but Rickon shows me a row of hooks hidden down the front that allow him to put this piece on solo. The satiny material falls away and he takes a deep breath before leaning down to kiss me again.

This alpha’s easy to free from his cage. The other ones, well, I’m not so confident about them.

Chapter forty-six

Callisto

I sink onto the edge of the bathtub with a groan. The image of Red riding my best friend burns behind my eyeballs, a scene I’ll never forget for the rest of my life. I didn’t mean to look, but their door was wide open. Backlit by brilliant natural light, Red shone with an ethereal quality, her hair pure scarlet.

And Ricky, holy shit! He looked vulnerable and powerful at the same time, and I don’t even know how that’s possible.

Even if I could forget the sight, their cries filter out from the bedroom to caress my ears in a constant chain of silky noises. My once-quiet house now fills with moans of ecstasy.

I glance down between my spread legs. “What are we gonna do about this, my pal?”

My cock’s straining to hear every muted scream, twitching every time Red calls for her alpha—like we should be obeying her. That could have been me in there with them, if I hadn’t fucked up so royally.

But I chose my job instead. I jiggle one leg anxiously, because even now the compulsion to work rides me hard. Taking a few hours off during the day is so contrary to everything I’ve been doing my entire career. And I’ve fallen behind in my case load. My phone’s full of messages from clients waiting for updates.

I jump as a thump against the wall sounds. It’s followed by giggles.

“Dammit!” I moan, leaning my fist against the cold tiles.

Red makes no effort to silence her satisfied cries, and the entrancing noises flow through my ears and straight to my cock.

With a groan, I unzip my pants and free the beast bucking between my thighs. Between the image burned into my brain and those noises, I’m harder than I’ve ever been. Is this the power of an omega? I stroke my twitching length, feeling heat gather below the skin.

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