Page 40 of Jace

I shifted, taking her hips in hand, hauling her down the bed and snagging her pussy with the tip of my cock, then I pushed.

“Fuuuuuck,” she groaned. The plug made her a dark kind of tight as I worked my length in deep.

“Fuck, yes,” I agreed. My beast threw his head back and roared. She was so fucking slippery, cunt fluttering around me as I began to rut her with deep thrusts, watching her tits jiggle with the force and her pretty face contort, while her nails were on my forearms, raking down my skin.

“Good girl,” I encouraged. “Mark your alpha.”

She did, and here I fell. The sounds, the sensation of my flesh piercing hers, her breathy gasps and groans, the flush creeping over her face, neck, and upper swell of her tits, it all called to me. My thumb found her fat little clit fully exposed and eager for attention. That quickly, she was coming over my cock, coating me with more of her slick, showing her alpha how well she enjoyed what he did, but I was ever sinking.

I powered through the muscles fisting over me, letting them coax my knot, while her cries turned guttural as I pushed one arm under her arse, braced my knees wide, and thrust deep over and over. Her nails moved to my shoulders, and my strokes slowed as I growled out my pleasure, working the thickening knot in and out of her slippery cunt. She turned wild in my arms, no longer welcoming, bucking, thrashing, sinking her teeth in and marking me, squeezing her cunt like a vice around me.

I was deep into the rut, and I knew what she wanted—an alpha, a man who would protect her, a beast who would force her to submit. She wasn’t trying to stop me. No, my beautiful, wild omega was testing me, her mate.

I had viewed such tales with a little distaste before, but now, now I understood.

“No!”

Her hiss accompanied me pulling all the way out.

I pinned the squirming little thing to the bed, took my cock in hand, and to her cries of outrage, came all over her pussy, belly and tits, thick ropy coils coating her pretty flesh.

“Mine!” I growled, lips curled back.

She arched, sobbing in frustration when I easily held her still.

“Tiny, weak little omega,” I taunted. “Where are you going to go?”

Scooping my cum up in my fingers, I offered it to her lips. “Open up, baby.”

She shook her head, eyes spitting fire. Smirking, I smeared it over her lips, and in an instant, her tongue was out, lapping it up, eagerly taking more from my fingers like a dutiful little mate accepting her dues, all the fury forgotten as she got my seed inside her. She needed this, needed to feel me in every way, and she would.

It didn’t take long before the impatience rose in her again.

Flipping her over onto her belly, I dragged her hips back, lined up my cock, and sank deep.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she chanted, pushing back, arching, wriggling.

I grinned. This right here was fucking heaven. Hands bracing her hips, I took her with measured strokes, my knot swollen and sensitive in a way that spoke of imminent climax, eyes roaming over the curve of her arse and back, her hair falling over her like a silken curtain, and the plug in her arse. I played with the rubber flange as I rutted her, reading her little gasps and twitches. “It’s going to feel so fucking good when I work my cock inside here, omega.”

Her answer was a sharp climax that had me gritting my teeth. My knot bloomed and locked, and with my head thrown back, I roared my release. Her pussy milked me, coaxing more of my seed, and I kept on coming. Leaning down, I drew her hair aside and sank my fangs into her throat.

Mine!

Her blood was scalding on my tongue, a chemical cocktail that went straight to my cock, ripping another savage climax as I dumped cum deep in her belly.

Awareness shifted, the air thickening, the scent of her lust, her slick, her sweet omega pheromones like a blow between the eyes. Deep in the centre of my chest, an awareness bloomed.

Pleasure.

Her pleasure, my pleasure, twisting up.

“Jace.”

Her whine reached through the euphoria, my fingers finding her throat, holding her still and to me. Her little whimper said it comforted her as she battled the same emotional storm I did. Her pussy fluttered, and she rolled straight into another savage climax that ripped another heavy spurt of cum from me. My teeth sank deeper still, the beastly side of me demanding I mark what was mine well, so that no other male would be confused.

Mark.

Yes, we needed to mark her pretty skin. My lips popped off, shifting, finding fresh flesh and biting again. As soon as my knot softened enough, I turned her over, pushed her face into my throat, and putting my full alpha bark behind it, ordered her to, “Bite.”

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