Page 96 of Wild Omega

“Fuck off,” my omega hisses without stopping.

I feel like laughing out loud, but I’m too busy panting. Red hurls a glare over her shoulder, then moves my hands one at a time to the armrests as she takes control. But I can’t stop my right hand from drifting back to her satiny red hair. She smiles sweetly like she understands the urge to touch, and then wrests my pants down over my hips.

My body comes alive as she plays the control game, touching where she wants, smirking every time I twitch and gasp. Her desire for control makes so much sense after knowing all she’s been through, and sadly, so does her strange request for me to never edge her with my knot.

I tug on her hair, pulling her down to me so I can reach her mouth. “I love your hypothetical situations.”

She chuckles, the happy vibrations tickling my lips. “Me too.” Red kneels up and reaches between us, giving my cock a few gentle strokes. I moan helplessly into her mouth, and she licks them up before lowering herself. Raging heat and delicious slick bathes my erection and I can’t help myself. I thrust my hips up, lodging myself right inside.

Red’s lashes flutter as she moans. The sound glides from my ears to my groin, oil to my burning tinder as she braces on my shoulders. I thrust again. Red is mine. These Omega Center bastards don’t believe Red that fact? Well, let me stamp my claim in front of them. Let them hear the noises she makes when her alpha satisfies her. Let her shatter on my cock.

I tug on her hair to tip her head back. “Do you want your alpha, Red?”

“Yes. Yes, I do!” she pants, voice cracking.

I slip my fingers into her belt loops so I can rock her body over mine. As her ravishing noises get louder, movement over her shoulder catches my attention. Samantha throws her hands in the air and tows the blushing beta guard out of the room.

I grin. “We’ve lost our audience, Red.”

Her nails dig into my shoulders. “I don’t care. Just don’t stop.” Her body quivers in a way that strokes my ego so well. Her slick pussy seems to suck on my cock, and I feel my sanity coming undone beneath her. I give up on any pretense of dignity and roll her skirt up to her hips so I can press my thumb into her clit.

She swears softly. “Oh, fuck, alpha! More.”

I’m drunk on the sound she makes and the thick honey scent sliding off her. The knot at the base of my cock thickens and pressure shoots through my balls. Growling, I dig my fingers into her hair. “You are mine.”

“All yours,” she murmurs, flushed with arousal. “All yours, Rickon.”

My name on her tongue is my undoing. I groan and thrust up into her, shuddering and pressing my face into her neck. My lips peel back, her soft scent filling my senses. I want to claim her, possess her, tell the world she’s mine.

“I want to knot you,” I whine. Lock us together for as long as she’ll have me.

Her hands close around the back of my neck, trapping my head against her bosom. “Do it, alpha.”

“I’m not supposed to—” We’re way past rules now, but we have to attend an interview after this meeting.

Red heaves against me. “And only have you for thirty minutes? No fucking way.”

I’m supposed to leave so soon? I reject the idea as strongly as Red does. Anchoring one arm around her hip, I thrust up and tug her down at the same time, wedging my knot through her swollen pussy.

Red mewls and grips my head tighter, smothering me in her dress. I don’t care because the suffocation comes with her scent laid thick down my throat. She shatters, whining and swearing as I lock into place and another orgasm hits her hard. Just as my lungs start burning, she releases me enough to gasp in a breath.

“You’re so damn good at that,” she pants out. A happy noise vibrates through my throat and she chuckles weakly as she sinks down to rest her head on my neck. “I love your purr.”

“I love you,” I murmur, squeezing her. All of her. No matter how many versions of Red exist, I want them all.

Once we’ve caught our breath, she sits up, and I tuck damp hair behind her ear, marveling that such a beautiful omega is mine. “I guess we’re doing this interview thing knotted together.”

She flashes me a sly smile. “Would you have it any other way?”

I chuckle. No. I really wouldn’t.

Chapter forty

Zazu

Changes in our routine used to signal fight day, but that doesn’t seem to be the case anymore and it’s confusing. For weeks now I’ve had visitors barking at me through the bars. As if I’d understand what they’re saying with their jumbled sounds. The noise adds to the pain in my body until all I can do is throw myself at the bars in an attempt to find some relief. Flesh pain dulls some of the other gnawing sensations.

Today is different again. I snarl at the beta guards dragging me up the aisle. Not to the Other place with fresh air and raining warmth, but deeper into this dark chasm I’ve been dropped into. The place that makes the pain in my head worse.

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