Page 80 of The Rejected Omega

“I need to shower off.”

“No you don’t.” He nuzzles at my neck, licking my scent glands. “Smell amazing. Smell like me.”

“I smell like sex and cum.”

“As you should. It’s perfect.”

“It’s gross?—”

He snarls and nips at the nape of my neck. The further into rut he slides, the more primal and animalistic he’s going to get. Alphas turn into total cavemen during an omega’s heat.

“No. It’s not.”

“Connor—”

He swings me toward my full-length mirror and parts my legs, spreading my labia with two fingers.

“Look at yourself.”

I glance into the mirror. My hair’s in wild knots, my skin flushed with blood, eyes wild and glassy. There are hickeys and teeth marks on my neck and breasts from my mate’s mouth. Connor’s countenance is dark and savage—his body marked up in a similar manner from my nails and teeth. He looks even bigger than usual, his shoulders framing mine and his muscles at full pump despite our rest. The veins popping out on his forearms are big enough to bite.

He slides a third finger between my legs, and I wince at the soreness.

“Look at what I did to you.”

My pussy is raw and abused. Red, stretched open, leaking spend.

Connor’s lips curl around my ear. “I’m going to be fucking and knotting this greedy little hole all week long. You’re going to be plugged and stuffed and kept full. Your first time was tame compared to what I want to do to you.”

He strokes my clit, and my hips writhe. More cum leaks out of me, and he swipes it up with two fingers and slips it between my lips.

I freeze as the flavor hits my tongue and lights up my insides like a Christmas tree. I suck it off his fingertips, then lick him clean of any trace. He hooks his fingers inside my mouth and massages the inside of my cheek.

“My cock has everything you need during your heat, mate. My semen is soothing, hydrating, and lubricating. So you’re not going towash it offunless you’re already stuffed on my next knot, ready to take more.”

That familiar, gnawing ache in my abdomen returns, and my pussy clenches and drips slick at his words.

His nose traces my neck, stubble scraping my sensitive flesh. “Your scent’s blooming again, Lana.

I writhe in his lap, circling my hips atop his growing erection.

“I need you.”

Connor lifts me by the waist and sits me on top of his giant cock. The stretch is swift and immediate as he lets me go and I slide all the way down to his balls.

I gasp like I had the breath knocked out of me. He’s impossibly large, and he just dropped me on top of his shaft and let gravity and slick do the work.

The mirror lets me see just how wide he’s stretching me open.

We moan together as he clenches my hips and pulls me up and down his cock. Watching him work my hole like this does something to me. I brace my hands on his quads and start to ride him, swiveling my hips to spell outcoconut—a sex tip I saw on the internet once. Connor’s breath hitches in my ear.

“That’s it. Ride your alpha’s dick.”

We start slow, but soon I’m bouncing up and down, assisted by his hands on my waist. Inches of turgid flesh slide in and out of me with each movement.

“Touch yourself. I want to watch you come on my cock.”

I slip my fingers against my clit and toss my head back into the cradle of his neck.

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