Page 53 of No Escape

“I’m not even an alpha, and I’m currently aching to rut you through the goddamn mattress.” He wraps a hand around the back of my head, burying his fingers in my hair and pulling my mouth to his in one swift movement. His forearm moves to the indent above my ass, and he pulls me down with his other palm planted on my hip. It drags my slick core over his cock, and I whimper against his lips. “Fuck, you’re scalding my skin. That can’t be a good sign.”

“Yeah, so do something to help. I remember you mentioning orgasms…” Pain racks through my system, and I sob. “Do that, please.”

“Make you come?”

“Yes, or fill me with yours to see if it helps.”

“Still not an alpha.” Omen rolls us before I even know what’s happening and lands between my thighs. He tugs his hand from behind my head and brushes my hair from my face.

I might not have much experience. Okay, practically none when it comes to penetrative sex—at least with another person, but I’ve got plenty of toys. I’m tired of waiting for him to make a move. My hand reaches between us, and I grip him as he pushes his mouth to mine. He’s hard, and his thick length jumps in my grasp as I squeeze him.

I could get addicted to the way his fingers dig into my jaw as he holds me in place. Stretching out my legs, I wrap my feet around the back of his thighs. It helps spread me open, and I would really like to get his cock inside me…immediately.

Omen’s free hand teases down my side, over my hip, and brushes my pelvis as he moves to tease my clit. “Goddamn, Saylor, you’re burning my skin. We might need to get V.”

“I want you,” I whisper and capture his swollen lips once more. He lowers his chest to mine and works my clit in different patterns and pressures, all while kissing me like he can’t get enough. My head is so foggy that it takes me way too long to remember I’ve still got ahold of his shaft. “Just fuck me already.”

“No.” He chuckles and snatches both of my hands, bringing them to rest over my head. His teeth dig into his lower lip as he studies my tits, which are perky and pulled tight due to the position. “You must be used to getting your way.” His tattooed fist wraps around his length as he pulls back to kneel between my thighs. “I’m not an alpha, darling. I won’t be able to fuck you fifty times in a row, and more than that, I’d like to savor the first time I slip inside you.”

“Everything aches,” I say, linking my fingers together to keep from reaching for him. “I’m not trying to be bossy or pushy, I promise.”

His head tilts, and he releases his shaft, which bounces around my thighs as he lowers himself on top of me once more. He slams his lips to mine and shoves two fingers inside me with no warning.

My back arches off the mattress, and I sob into his mouth.

“Christ, pet,” he hisses, bumping my cheek to the side and getting close to my ear. “Tell me you’re not a fucking virgin.”

“No, I’m not, I swear. My high school boyfriend and I tried, but it wasn’t great, and I asked him to stop. He got angry and left…” Speaking of stopping, I should probably stop talking. Based on the way Omen’s jaw clenches against my cheek, I don’t think I’m helping anything by continuing that story.

“Jesus, woman, and you tried to get me to just shove my cock inside you.” He nips at my ear and begins working his fingers in and out while stretching them.

The moans and sobs that spill from my lips are only slightly less embarrassing than the wet sounds that fill the air as he fucks me with his hand.

I’m more obsessed with the way he cages me in with his strong form as he licks and sucks at my neck. Heat pulses through my body, and my pheromones flood the air.

Omen curses. “I can only imagine the effect that would have on an alpha. Your pheromones are about to do my fucking head in. Tell me, pet, are you close to coming all over my fingers?” He purposely grinds his palm over my clit, and my legs shake.

I nod and finally give up on keeping my hands above my head. They fall to his shoulders, digging in as my pleasure builds. “More, please!”

His heavy length grinds against my thigh, and he rakes his teeth down my neck. “You’re awful bossy for such a little thing.”

I would normally scoff. I’m not petite, nor am I little in any way, but his fingers brush some magical place inside me and everything gets hazy.

Huh, the G-spot isn’t a myth.

He stretches his fingers and kisses from my ear, over my jaw, and to my lips.

My inner walls lock down on his thick digits and euphoria lights through my nerve endings as a powerful orgasm rocks me to my core.

I wail and shake, desperately clutching him closer, like he’s going to try to escape. Nonsensical begging that even I can’t decipher spills from my mouth as I tremble under his strong form.

My eyes finally pop open, but everything is blurry, and my brain is hazy.

Omen groans. “You’re excellent for my self-confidence.” He waits for my walls to stop spasming and yanks his hand free of my pussy, pulling it to his cock and lubing his length with my slick as he kneels between my thighs.

Seeing him dripping inmeactivates some primal part of my brain that makes my entire body throb with the need to claim him.

His scent of fresh rain and aloe is everywhere, and while it might not hit as violently as an alpha’s scent would, it still physically affects my body.

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