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“You’re not going to break.” He chuckles darkly, nuzzling his nose to mine. “You like that. Don’t you, pet? You like knowing I’m using your tight little cunt as I see fit.”

I really do.

My hands dig into the top of his ass, guiding him deeper with every powerful stroke.

Omen is magical. He knows exactly how to snap his hips to brush my G-spot while following it up by teasing my clit with his pelvis.

I’m so overstimulated that I can’t bring myself to care about the slick sounds that fill the air every time he pumps his hips into mine.

“You’re fucking wrecking me here,” Omen says, moving his hand from my hip to brush my cheek. “I’ve never been inside someone bare…” He nips at my lips. “It’s also been quite a long time of only fucking my fist. I need you to come for me. Tease your clit.”

I shake my head, but I’m too close to form words. He’s doing incredible on his own, and if he would just stop holding back and pound into me, I’d be there in two seconds flat. “Bite me,” I beg, tilting my head to the side. “Nibble on my skin.”

Omen complies, and it sends me over the edge. My inner walls lock down, and electricity zips through my system as I sob and moan.

“Fucking hell, I can barely thrust. Your cunt is about to embarrass me,” he groans in a breathy tone that makes my insides light up. He does manage to pull out and slam back in three more times. On the final stroke, it feels like his crown ends up somewhere in my chest. He licks and sucks at my skin as his shaft grows impossibly hard. “Ready for my cum, pet? I’m going to be dripping out of you for days…an extra dirty reminder that you’re all mine.”

I whimper, biting my lip to keep from begging for his knot. It’s so hard to hold back the words, even though I logically know he doesn’t have one. It’s an impulse of my designation, but I don’t want to make him feel like he’s anything less than perfect exactly the way he is.

Omen freezes, his weight fully falling on top of me. “Ahh, fuck.”

I finally get myself together enough to grind over him with every jump of his cock inside me.

His breath fans over my neck as his muscles jolt, but dammit, I wish I could see his face. His tongue flicks out, and he bites my throat without breaking the skin before licking and sucking his way to my lips.

I’m not sure when he wrapped his forearm around the top of my head, but he holds me in place with his palm and lazily kisses me while rolling his hips against mine.

I finally understand what good sex is supposed to feel like, and I want moreimmediately.

ChapterSeventeen

Valor

Saylor’s perfume is everywhere. It’s only gotten thicker as the hours have passed. My cock aches, but my knot throbs with a level of misery I’ve never felt. At least there are logical explanations for those reactions.

My canines haven’t stopped pulsing.

My fucking teeth ache, and every instinct in my body screams that there’s only one way to make it stop—to sink my teeth in so deep the little omega will never have a chance to get away.

I rest my head against my forearm, allowing the frigid water to cascade over my skin. There’s no way to tell how long I’ve been in here, but by the sound of it, at least three or four orgasms for the omega.

I clench my free hand to keep from reaching for my cock again.

It won’t help.

I’ve watched enough of my cum spill down the drain to be sure of that.

If I didn’t see myself into the shower, I was about to invite myself into my bed to join the fuck fest.

That would be a disaster for all of us.

The last thing Saylor needs is to be tied to me. She’s not built for the life Omen and I live.

Hell, I’m tired of being a criminal.

If I make it out of this hellhole, I won’t go back to work for Amato.

As far as organized crime goes, he’s far from the worst out there. He also took full advantage of my desperation when I was barely more than a kid.

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