Page 54 of No Escape

My nipples tighten, and my swollen nub aches, despite just having a really intense orgasm.

Omen’s heavy length bounces as he releases it, and he grabs my hands, pulling me up.

At first, I have no idea what’s happening, but he doesn’t stop tugging until I have no choice but to rearrange my legs.

Once I’m on my knees in front of him, he sits back on his heels and wraps his hand around his shaft.

My head tilts, making my hair fall around my shoulders. It’s almost uncomfortable on my oversensitive skin.

“You’re cute when you’re confused. Climb on. I’m not fucking you until I know you can handle it.” Omen smirks, swiping his thumb over the drip of pre-cum on the head of his dick. My core clenches around nothing and pain throbs in my abdomen. He stretches forward, rubbing it over my lips. My tongue darts out, and I moan, circling his finger and maybe sucking a little. He pulls free of my mouth, wrapping his hand around the back of my head. “Are you going to fuck me? I told you, darling. You’re going to have to come to me. I don’t want any regrets when the fog clears.”

I scramble over his knees and end up squatting over him while trying not to worry about if I’m leaving a trail of slick in my wake. His hand stays around my skull, pulling me into him. It’s just enough reassurance that he wants me too.

I never realized how much more complicated relationships could be with betas. With alphas and omegas, there’s not just physical attraction. Compatible pheromones can induce emotional attachments way faster than for two betas.

My hand comes to rest on Omen’s shoulder while the other moves between us, guiding him between my lower lips.

It’s kind of intimidating.

I don’t know what the hell I’m doing.

Embarrassing myself while trapped in a confined space would really suck. I have no hope of escaping if he thinks I’m really terrible at sex. Thinking of sex reminds me I’m not sold on kids. Maybe one day in the distant future, but I’m definitely not interested anytime soon.

“I have a birth control implant,” I blurt out, and my face burns.

“They don’t allow any of the females out on the block without what they consider long-term birth control. They also test us all before we’re released into the facility, or that’s the chatter I’ve heard.”

Oh yeah, that matters too.

“Be my dirty girl and sink down onto my bare cock,” he says, nuzzling his cheek to mine as he pulls his hand from his shaft and relocates it to my lower back. I’m not sure if I sink down at that exact moment or if he gives me a little shove, but I gasp at the stretch. “For the love of God, you’re burning my dick.”

I try to climb off his lap, and my head shakes, making my hair fall over his face. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize. I can handle it. It was merely an observation.” Omen moves both hands to my hips and guides me farther down his length. “I’m sorry for not getting inside you sooner. Christ, Saylor, your pussy…” He moans, bucking up inside me. “I’ve never felt anything like the way your cunt is searching for a knot.” His shaft jumps inside me, and he lifts, dropping me with more force on each go-round. “I’ve no idea how you’ll ever fit Valor’s monster cock inside you. It’s probably a good thing I’m here to stretch you out.”

My chest gets tight.

No part of me likes that he considers himself a consolation prize or even prep for his alpha.

My forearm wraps around the back of his neck, and my free hand moves to his jaw. “I’m not thinking about anyone else. Only you. I’d like it if you did the same.”

I’m not sure what the sound he releases means, but he shoves his mouth to mine.

My clit brushes his pelvis, and the way he fucks his tongue into my mouth only spurs me on as I bounce on my knees.

I might be on top, but the way Omen has his arms wrapped around my back makes me feel safe.

My nostrils flare, breathing in the scent of his arousal.

Based solely on how hard he is, I think he’s enjoying himself. He doesn’t even seem to mind when I go from bouncing to a deep grinding that I didn’t realize was possible, but my god, it feels incredible—at least to me.

I snag his lower lip, scraping it between my teeth, and Omen lets out the sexiest moan I’ve ever heard. His shaft gets even longer and thicker, and it sends my body into overdrive.

Begging spills into our kiss, and just as I’m about to explode, he lifts me off his length. He has to shake my hold off his neck, and he tosses me down. I get so close to the top of the loft that my head brushes the wall, but I barely have time to focus on that or to even start pouting.

Omen grabs my legs, pulling me down until my head comfortably rests on the pillow. He brings my calves up on his forearms and tugs again. “One day soon, we’ll test exactly how flexible you are. I’ve heard omegas are quite bendy, but for now, I want to feel every inch of your soft skin against mine.” He lowers my legs and crawls over me, planting a palm next to my head. When he enters me this time, he’s not the least bit gentle.

I thrash under him as his balls slap against my skin. “Oh shit, Omen.”

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