Page 58 of Wild Omega

Rickon balances on his elbows and digs his hands underneath me to reach my bra clasp. He fumbles a few times, hampered by the seat cushion. His warm exhale caresses my skin when it gives, and he reverently slides his hands under the cups.

Every move reminds me this is new to him. Gently he lifts the stolen bra away, eyes widening as my breasts spill out. He drags a finger across one nipple, and I whimper as lust shoots through me.

Still balanced on his elbows, he gets both thumbs into position and toys with the hard peaks. “So beautiful,” he murmurs, watching in fascination as my nipples perk, the skin drawing tight.

My head drops back on the cushion, but he chooses that moment to thrust his cock deeper and I whine. He’s so fucking flexible, bending around me to pleasure everywhere at once.

“You like that,” he murmurs.

“Love it,” I correct with a gasp.

Instead of replying, he squeezes my right breast and drops his mouth over the other nipple, sucking firmly. I dig my hands into his hair and arch, swallowed up by desire. “Alpha!” I cry.

He wedges his foot more firmly in the gap at the back of the couch, and then his hips snap forward. My alpha fucks me like I’ve never been fucked before, licking, sucking, touching everywhere as if he’s afraid I’ll dissipate from his arms if he lets go for even a second. Instead of being pinned by cruel fetters, I’m surrounded by warmth that cradles the fire of my orgasm so it can billow like wildfire fanned by a hot wind. I burn, and so does Rickon.

Sweat gathers on his temples as he works me relentlessly, grunting faintly with the effort. I writhe against the sofa, alternating between gripping his shoulders and hanging onto the backrest.

He sits up, lifting my leg over his shoulder for a better angle before sinking deep again. I twitch all over with compressed need.

“Come for me, omega,” he orders.

My stomach clenches and I whine and strain, clutching his arms where they wrap around my leg. Hot slick runs through me, accompanied by the lightning touch of orgasm. I gasp.

“Fuck!” Rickon snarls, and he grinds hard against me, driving his knot inside to fill me to overflowing. The rippling mass slides all the way in and catches in my pussy. I yell as a second orgasm catches me unaware, burning hot white spots in my vision.

“More,” he demands, nipping his teeth along my calf resting on his shoulder. Rickon’s thrusts drag that impossibly big bulge through my pussy with a shattering intensity that mingles pain and pleasure.

“I—I can’t,” I pant out. How many times have I already come?

Reckon thrusts. “You can take that, baby. You can take some more,” he croons. “Fuck! You were built to take me.”

He’s so damn right. I grip the cushion with one hand and hang on to my sweet-turned-wild alpha with the other, both of us snarling and growling with frenzy.

Rickon’s body spasm and he curls over me with a deep growl. His alpha scent thickens, the vanilla butter aroma turning thick and creamy. He drops one hand to my belly and toys with my clit so when he groans into his release, I’m right there with him, shaking and coming.

I flop back on the couch, and we lie together for some time, letting our heartbeats and breathing sync and slow. When I can speak, I stroke my palm along his neck. “Damn, Rickon. Hard to believe it’s your first time. You’re really something.”

A quiver runs through his body and another wave of scent hits me, darker than before. Burned, even. Turning into caramel. I open my eyes as he lifts on his arms again.

The man staring down at me isn’t quite the Rickon I know, and my belly flutters as I realize he was being completely honest about not stopping. More than that, the alpha hidden inside surfaces, gazing back with unconcealed desire. His green irises blaze with emerald fire.

“Red,” he whispers hoarsely.

“I’m here. I’m yours,” I confirm, and he nods like I’ve answered everything he wants.

He pulls away, and I gasp as his knot pops loose. “Get up,” he orders.

When I roll off the edge to find my feet, he growls as cum slides down my thighs. He reaches between my legs and plays with it, cupping his hand between my legs and pushing on my shoulder to make me walk backward. His skin flushes with a pink hue and burns where it touches mine.

“Where do you want me?” I ask, shivers of anticipation pebbling my skin.

“Bathroom,” he murmurs, dropping a kiss on my shoulder.

Rickon cups my pussy for the few steps into the bedroom and through the other door. He closes us in and turns me to face the narrow, full-length mirror behind the door. “Hands on the wall.”

The huskiness in his voice sends a delicious ripple through me. Wonder appears in his gaze as I obey. I won’t always be this obedient, but something tells me Rickon’s not used to giving orders and being obeyed, and I want to see everything he’ll give me if I put him in charge.

This mirror’s placement immediately makes sense as it catches the reflection of the vanity mirror, allowing me to see my alpha’s back as he leans on me, watching over my shoulder as he lifts his hand away from my crotch, glistening with our cum. He tries stuffing it back inside, but gravity is not his friend. Fascinated, he drags his hand across my belly, leaving a silvery white smear.

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