Page 57 of Wild Omega

He arches over me with one knee up on the sofa edge, covering me with his body while his hand works without mercy. “I’m not stopping, Red.” He drops his mouth onto mine, sucking at my breath. “Not until you come again.”

I convulse and suddenly my pussy floods and I’m squirting up his arm, gasping at the driving pressure. I wrap my arms around his shoulders, rocking us both with my wild movements as I spasm, helpless to control myself. Never have I felt such an intense sensation.

I gasp and cling to him, shaking us both with my force. “Shit, alpha!” I whine. “You weren’t kidding.”

He nuzzles into my neck and breathes in. “I’m just getting warmed up, my love.”

I shiver.

He smiles down at me and drops kisses on the O of my lips. “I want to know what you feel like in every position, what you sound like driven beyond your senses, and how far I can push what’s mine.” Rickon rubs the cum on his forearm into my thigh with a sly grin. “And now I know you can squirt. That’s one more thing I know about you.”

A faint laugh works its way through my throat.

“And my cock wants another good look inside you. My first time wasn’t enough.” He rests me gently down on my back, tucking a cushion under my head. I watch as he stands and pulls that knit sweater off, revealing a white undershirt underneath.

I reach out one hand lazily, catching the waistband of his pants. He smiles as I drag down, helping when the fabric catches on his erection. “Your first with me, you mean,” I tease.

He grabs my wrist and holds me in place, his big, beautiful cock finally exposed. “First with an omega. First with a woman.”

I freeze, my gaze climbing his lean, pale frame to hook his gaze. “First—?” The sincerity in his lovely pale green eyes hijacks my train of thought.

His grip tightens on my wrist. “I spent most of my life burning for Callisto, remember? I’ve only fucked a handful of men who reminded me of him.”

I blink twice, my brain whitening. Fuck me! I stole this man’s bi-ginity by fucking him in a coffee shop.

He smirks. “Don’t look at me like that, Biscuit.” He moves my hand from his hip to his cock. “Today’s been the best day of my life.” He contorts to press a kiss to my lips, and I rise to meet my alpha.

Chapter twenty-four

Red

If I think about it, itiskinda my style to steal my guy’s bi-ginity in the most absurd fashion possible. I’ve stamped my claim publicly. The idea makes me grin.

“Looks like someone’s pleased with herself,” Rickon remarks, divesting himself of the rest of his clothes. He’s lean rather than ripped, with defined forearms, long legs, and a nip in his silhouette above his hips. In short, beautiful.

I brush my hand along the faint ridges of his ribs, enjoying the thrill of touching him as much as I want. “I was thinking that I claimed you as mine.”

“You sure did.” He maneuvers between my legs to find space on the couch, leaning over me. “And now it’s my turn.” His aroused cock slides up my thigh, the knot at the base thickening.

Only one alpha has ever leaned over me like this, and I stiffen with unwanted memory. I swallow hard. “I lied. I do have a limit.”

“Hmm?” His brows rise.

“Don’t tie me down or edge me with your knot. Any other edging is fine, just not your knot.”

“Noted.” The thickness in his voice matches the growing knot as he leans down, sliding my bra straps off my shoulders. Every touch sends skittering waves of pleasure bouncing through my nerves, all the stronger because he’s so focused.

Rickon moans softly as he presses into my covered rounded breasts. “Do you know you smell like honeyed macadamias?” he asks, nuzzling into the valley between.

His fingers drift across the roughened skin above my collarbone where years of haze extraction left me scarred. The other scars don’t show. I glance away.

“I want you so much, Red, in every way.” His fingers delve under my chin, and he turns me back to face him. “Don’t look away. Don’t deny me your beauty.”

He holds my gaze as he rests his cock against my pussy and thrusts gently. The desire in his eyes flares as real as the velvet touch of his cock between my pussy lips. My mouth falls open slightly as he eases in, thick and silky.

“So good,” I murmur, moaning.

A growl roughens his voice. “Fuck, you’re telling me!” His lashes flutter like he’s been hit with a dizzy spell as he sinks all the way in. He groans softly, both of us appreciating a different angle.

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