Page 57 of No Escape

“Omen said he’s never seen you with a woman. If you’re not?—”

I swat her ass, which is the only thing I can come up with to shut her up.

She squeaks, jolting in my grasp. It succeeds in grinding her pussy over my lower stomach as she clings to me even more tightly. My half-hard shaft thickens all over again, simply from the feeling of her dripping cunt brushing my skin.

The fact her pheromones pulse in the air might be the next set of nails double fucking my coffin. At this rate, I’ll never be able to dig myself out of the grave.

Saylor continues to wiggle all over like she’s searching for something.

I move to cradle her skull so she doesn’t slam her head back against the tile wall. “I’m attracted to you. Doesn’t mean it’s safe for you to get involved with me and Omen.”

It hasn’t been safe for me to be romantically attached to anyone, so I’ve kept my distance, for good reason. Anyone I’m close to could be used against me or as a target if any of my or my boss’s enemies go looking for retribution.

“I disagree.” Her face shakes against my skin. “In fact, I wholeheartedly believe you’re wrong. There’s no one else in here who’s a safer option.”

“Yeah, but you won’t be in here forever.”

She scoffs. “If no one comes for me, exactly how else am I going to convince them to release me? You know the rules better than I do, but I’m pretty sure the only way any of us will be getting out of here is with a bond.”

My jaw clenches.

She’s not wrong about that. Unless Amato recalls us, but that would be even worse. She would be stuck in here with no protection, and I would be back out in the real world, still rabid.

“We’re not at that point yet, so don’t stress about it.” My hand moves seemingly of its own volition to cradle her cheek.

Saylor’s big hazel eyes meet mine, and she studies my face, but my chest gets tight from seeing how bloodshot her eyes are and how red her cheeks have become.

Omen’s frustration smacks into me in the bond, mixed with his disappointment. He’s fond of Saylor, but he’s also desperate to save me and be out of here. I’m not sure his judgment isn’t clouded when it comes to this entire situation.

Using her feet as leverage on my ass, Saylor shimmies up the wall until her face is close to mine. “I understand you can be dangerous under the right circumstances, but that can be said for most alphas. It’s ingrained in your DNA to protect omegas. I’m not afraid of you.” Her hand comes to rest on my scruff, and she nuzzles her nose to mine, causing our lips to brush. “You shouldn’t have purred for me if you didn’t mean it. I don’t deal well with people who play games.” With that, she slams her mouth to mine, catching my bottom lip and rolling it between her teeth.

The naughty little thing reaches between us, gripping my cock and pulling it up toward her core. Before I even know what’s happening, she’s sliding my crown through her slick lower lips.

“Saylor,” I growl in warning, locking my muscles to keep from thrusting.

“Yes, alpha?”

“You wanna talk about games? You’re playing a dangerous one.”

“I guess that’s relative when my brain feels like it’s frying in my skull.” She squirms and sinks down my length.

A feral growl rattles out of my chest at the feeling of her walls stretching to accommodate me.

The little omega whines, and her nails on the back of my neck dig in to the point she must be drawing blood. “Wow, that’s a lot.” My cheek rests against her temple due to the height difference of our torsos, and I move my hands to her ass to prepare to lift her off me. Almost like she can sense my thoughts, she glares. “Don’t you dare.” Releasing my cock, now that I’m buried inside her, she moves to tease her clit. “You know, I’ve always heard alphas are bossy and demanding in bed, but your beta was way more commanding.”

I bare my teeth and snarl before I can stop myself, but her perfume is everywhere and every lungful of her pheromones makes my head hazier. “You’re a brat,” I growl, digging my fingers into her thick ass.

“Only with you,” she whispers, tilting her head and fluttering her lashes. “Now, is it too much to ask you to kiss me? Or should I call Omen back in here?”

Something about her defiant tone prickles at my instincts. My head dips and our lips clash.

Saylor uses her feet on my rear end to grind deeper down my length, and the feeling of Omen’s cum dripping from her core spurs me on.

The animalistic part of my brain aches to fill her so full of my seed that no other man would dare look twice at her. Using handfuls of her ass, I lift her and drop her onto my shaft as her tits bounce against my chest.

Fuck.

I would really love to suck on them, but that’s not happening in this position. Being a fucking giant has its disadvantages.

---