Page 50 of In the Mouth of the Wolf

Fuck, I was going to come in my underwear if I wasn’t careful. I wanted to slow down, but I was starved for her love. Her perfume was intoxicating, her touch demanding.

I sat up and removed her shirt, then lowered myself to her neck and started kissing and licking every inch of skin bared before me.

My tongue traveled down to her breasts, large and soft. They could have been any size and they would have been amazing, but they fit my hands perfectly and my cock twitched at the thought of pushing them together and fucking the tight space in between.

Not tonight. We had lots of time to get creative in the bedroom.

Her back arched as I lapped her dusky pink nipples. I covered them with my mouth, gently scraping the skin with my teeth and then sucking them, flicking them with my tongue while they were held captive. Her breathy pants and frantic grinding told me she liked everything I was doing.

We really were made for each other.

I made my way further south, pulling off her sweatpants and underwear. She was sopping wet with slick and leftovers from her earlier session with Cam.

“He filled you up good, didn’t he?” I licked the juices from her pussy and she whined in pleasure, her hands reaching for my hair. Her nails scraped gently along my scalp as I continued lapping, burying my face in her sweet sex as I impaled her with my tongue.

“Nolan,” she panted. “That feels amazing.”

The sound of my name from her lips was angelic, and I took her clit gently between my teeth as my fingers pumped inside her, running along her inner walls.

She hissed at the slight sting, and I released her nub and alternated between licking and sucking her into oblivion.

I could die right here. This was how I wanted to go to bed every night and wake up every morning.

Marlowe bucked her hips in response, and I worked her harder, feeling her climax approach.

“That’s it,” I said. “Come on my face, sugar.”

Her body tensed and then released, sweet slick pouring out of her gloriously swollen pussy. I licked it up greedily, loving the way her taste mixed with Cam’s. She was ours now, and this was proof of it.

As her body relaxed and turned into jelly, I took off my boxer briefs, releasing my very needy cock. “Are you ready?” I asked.

She nodded wordlessly, her legs spreading as she waited for me to fill her.

I wish I could have taken a picture of her in this moment, she was so sexy. So ready to let me have her. How did I ever get to be so lucky?

I thrust inside and gasped. Her channel was simultaneously tight yet pliant, the wet, warm walls stretching to accommodate my girth. My mouth crashed into hers, taking her bottom lip between my teeth as I set a hard, steady pace. Her arms wrapped around my torso, fingernails digging into my skin as she held on.

My orgasm was coming fast, but I didn’t want it to end yet. I pulled out and then flipped her on her stomach, leaving her flat as I pushed between her folds, fucking her from behind.

Her muffled moans and pants were my undoing, and she came again, her pussy choking my dick. On instinct and with one final push, my knot secured me into place inside her, and I unleashed a torrent of cum with my release. My vision darkened for a moment; the feeling so intense I was afraid I might pass out from the pleasure now overtaking every cell in my body.

This was the power of the omega, a creature so perfectly built for sex it brought alphas to their knees. I collapsed on top of her, relishing the way the curve of her back and ass met my chest, but rolled over to my side to avoid crushing her for too long.

I spooned her as my cock continued to spasm inside her, feeling her body writhe and twitch with each aftershock of our orgasms.

A purr overcame me, wrapping her up as tightly as I could.

I never wanted to let go.

“I’m so glad you chose us,” I said quietly, running my hand up her side. It felt like my life was finally complete.

“I’m so glad you chose me, too,” she replied.

Choseher? She wasn’t a choice – she was a gift from the Moon herself.

I wanted to tell her that but she’d already started to fall asleep, so I simply held her instead, committing every detail of the night and her face to memory.

The door opened slightly and Archer stuck his head in, smiling as he looked us over. “Well, perhaps I should have joined you.”

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