Page 74 of In the Mouth of the Wolf

Marlowe reached behind and grabbed my hip to steady herself, meeting me with her hazel eyes and her own grinding. I let go of her leg and began rubbing her clit again and she threw her head back into my chest. Her next climax came fast, and mine followed soon after at the feeling of her clenching around me.

One final push and my knot locked inside her, and our orgasms continued. I emptied myself, the pressure on my knot so great I thought I might pass out from pure pleasure.

Here, in my omega’s nest, with her in my arms and my knot in her, I was in heaven. How could life ever get more perfect than in this moment?

I held her in tightly to my chest, my lips finding my way to her neck again. The faint, silvered scarring from Elias’s bonding taunted me, but I couldn’t bite right now. I had to wait for her to want it. If we pushed it too hard, especially with the doubts she’d had today, we could force her into a rejection. I couldn’t risk it.

Instead, I licked the spot, sending a wave of ecstasy through her body that got sent right back to me – not just through the bond, but also through her clenching around my cock again. I moaned through my next release, squeezing her breasts as I came.

Our breathing eventually steadied, and I lightly brushed her skin with my fingers, enjoying every peak and valley the side of her provided while we waited for my knot to deflate.

“You know,” she started, her voice quiet. “I imagined you’d be the type to spew the filthiest stuff when we had sex.”

My knot inflated slightly. “You thought about us fucking?”

That was hot.

Her cheeks turned adorably pink. “It was the first day we met, after I called you a pig and checked into my hotel. I guess the heat explains why I was so inexplicably horny, and I tried to… relieve myself. All I could think about was you and Elias.”

I bit my lip, riding out the next chain of orgasms, my knot and cock hardening at the very idea of our little omega pleasuring herself to a fantasy of me. When we finally returned to Earth, I nipped her ear and lowered my voice as I whispered, “And you thought I’d say all kinds of nasty shit, huh? Like what?”

“I don’t know,” she whined, turning her embarrassed face into the mattress. “I can’t remember exactly. I just thought you’d be the type of guy who’d say ‘fuck’ and ‘cunt’ and ‘slut’ and stuff like that.”

My hand drifted down her abdomen. “Do you want me to?”

She shook her head. “No, I think you’re perfect.”

I groaned, surrendering myself to the next wave. I couldn’t believe I’d never gotten to experience this before. Betas weren’t built for knots, but omegas… It was the orgasmic aftershocks, extending our pleasure for twenty to thirty minutes after sex, that made me finally understand what “knotting” really meant. Growing up, it had almost been like an urban legend. Archer had even once speculated, years ago, that if omegas disappeared, alphas or knots might be next.

Well, thank the Moon that hadn’t happened yet.

“Babe, you can’t say stuff like that, it’s going to go straight to my head.”

She wiggled her ass and laughed. “Mm, which one?”

It took almost forty minutes for my knot to finally deflate.

35

MIKE

“Amore!” Grace called as she and Jen descended the escalator to the baggage claim.

I rolled my eyes. Why did I ever think she would be a good addition to my servaglio? I let my cock decide too much for me sometimes. It really should have taken more than a well-placed brush of tits against my shoulder to be given such an honorable position.

At least I wouldn’t have to deal with her for too much longer. I had invited her and Jen down to New Orleans to wait with me while the Council gathered their warriors. One last hurrah before I broke things off.

They didn’t need to know that part yet, though. I had bought them tickets under the guise of needing comfort due to the loss of my Lunessa.

Which was true – I’d find comfort in their wet pussies, tight asses, deep throats, and then cut the cord.

I wouldn’t miss Grace too much, but Jen really would have been the perfect second. She might have been willing for a few afternoon quickies in the company bathroom when this was over, but once I retrieved Marlowe, I would keep the promise I intended to make – I would have no servaglio aside from her. She would be enough for me.

“How you holding up?” Jen asked, giving me a hug while I watched Grace struggle to lift her impractically large suitcase from the baggage carousel. I should probably be helping her, but ever since she had insulted Marlowe, I didn’t really hold any fondness for her anymore.

The thought of draining her brought a small blossom of a smile to my lips.

Vampyrs typically preferred to take as little blood from humans as possible. For one, there was usually no need to kill – the amount required through feeding was hardly fatal. For another, there was no point if you had a servaglio. They were a renewable, willing source of sustenance.

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