Page 59 of Wild Omega

“We look good together,” he murmurs against my ear and heat explodes through my torso knowing he’s referring to our combined cum.

“Yeah,” I whisper.

He rubs his hands together and then slides them up from my wet belly to my breasts, plucking at my sensitive nipples and stroking down my ribs like he’s playing an instrument.

Rickon shivers. “Red?”

“Yes, alpha?”

“Red?” he asks again, his chest pressing into my back.

“I’m here, Rickon, and ready for you.”

He licks the back of my neck, giving me sexy goosebumps, and strokes under my arm, lifting it over my head to wrap around his neck. “Good,” he breathes out, a little slurred.

His cock quests through my ass cheeks as he reaches around me to stroke my clit. I sigh and lean my head back on his shoulder. He flicks back and forth, watching my reactions in the mirror. The moment the first whimper falls from my lips, he pushes me forward, until my breasts squish onto the cold glass. Rickon grips my hips, pressing down on my back a little to present for him so he can get his rock-hard cock between my swollen pussy lips. His first thrust makes me gasp as he buffets me against the wall.

He fucks me like he owns me, one hand on the base of my neck, one on my hip to keep us locked together. Fierce snarls work through his throat with every stroke and emotion thickens my throat as I whimper, knowing I’m bringing the alpha out of this man who gets mistaken for an omega.

“My omega,” he rasps, grazing his teeth across my shoulder blade and making me orgasm again.

He stiffens and groans, squashing me with his newfound strength. Instead of knotting me, he pulls back. With one hand, he reaches across the small space to flip the shower on.

“Get in,” he orders breathlessly once he’s happy with the temperature.

He splashes a little lavender shower gel on his hands and washes under me. I gasp and steady myself against the wall as he finishes with my pussy and strokes back into my ass. He works one finger inside, cleaning and teasing as the hot water runs over us, removing some of our thick scents from the air.

“Lean on your knees,” he orders.

I lean over, the water running down my neck and into my hair. It muffles my senses, acting like a barrier that closes us off from the world. I’ve been transported somewhere magical with my alpha. Rickon presses his cock against my pucker. No limits, right, Red?

I gasp as he sinks in, feeling strange. He doesn’t give me any time to be unsure because he thrusts over and over, knowing what he’s doing. I brace one hand on the tiles, water running through my panting mouth. A clatter sounds and then something hard slips into my throbbing pussy. I don’t know what it is, but it can’t be his cock because that’s in my ass.

“Rickon!” I whine, shocked.

“Take everything I give you, Biscuit.” He thrusts against my pussy, the sensation deep and unyielding. I swear he’s touching everywhere inside.

I’m so full, I don’t know what to do, and I shiver and whine, desperate to shatter.

“That’s it. Pussy or ass, you take me so beautifully. Call my name, Red. Tell me how much you need me.”

His demanding words, with a soundtrack of running water, slide into my belly like oil to fuel the fire blazing there. “Fuck, Rickon! More. Make me come, alpha!”

My man sinks deeper with a groan, stretching me. A snarl twists my lips as I lean back into him, shaking and thrusting. It feels so good, I can’t control myself.

“Good girl.” His fingers grip my shoulder, and he coordinates his thrusts. “One day—” He doesn’t finish his sentence, but it sounds like a promise. Maybe a promise about how my alphas will take me together when our pack grows.

Those are his last coherent words because within moments we’re both screaming and trembling as his cock thickens inside my ass. I feel the little shocks through his belly on my cheeks as he comes inside, his strokes in my pussy growing unsteady as he slows and concentrates. Then he doubles down, and I fall as my shaky legs give way.

Rickon catches me around the waist before I hit the tiles. He adjusts his angle, and I scream his name and clench as the waves of pleasure crash together in the finale.

He drags the tool out of my pussy, and I gape in shock, panting heavily as he rinses the long dildo and sets it on the glass countertop beside the shower. Nice to know he keeps a few toys handy. Rickon stands over me and rinses off his cock, before helping me to rise on trembling legs.

After flicking the shower off, he tugs me out and wraps me in a towel. He casts around before pulling a second one off a rail behind the door. I watch through sleepy eyes as he draws my red hair together in a rope and twists it to get rid of excess water.

“Come,” he orders hoarsely, leading me into his bedroom.

He strips back the comforter and throws a blanket on the bed, and then twirls my hair up into a loose knot and stuffs it inside a black beanie. A faint purr vibrates in his chest as he lays me down on my back and I stare in wonder. Reaching up, I run my hands over his cheeks, feeling the faint whisker of shaved hair.

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