Page 41 of Jace

She did, small teeth savaging me. I cupped the back of her head, glorying in the sharp sting. “Good girl, mark your mate.” And she did, over and over, nails and teeth finding my chest, arms, throat, hips, belly as she showed me that she claimed me too.

I rutted her with the lazy regard of a predator who has fully claimed his prey, taunting her with what she needed, my cum, but never giving her quite enough, instinctively knowing that would drive her heat higher still. I played with the plug, between working it in and out, moving to a thicker one, relishing every guttural cry that left her lips as I tormented us both with what was to come. I ate out her pussy, lapped at her clit, pushed my cock between her teeth and fed her my cum, smeared it over her body, her throat.

Finally, when we were both so deep into the haze of collective rut and heat, I tossed the final plug aside, slicked up my engorged cock, and taking the wriggling little omega in hand, worked my thick length in.

Her cries were ones of tormented pleasure, begging and demanding I give her her due.

There, with my little omega on her hands and knees, my cock shuttling in and out of her arse with the same ease I’d earlier taken her hot cunt, I found a rapture that transcended all former experiences of my life. This here was the pinnacle of human understanding. This filthy, earthy, bliss, this dark skittering pleasure from her tight sphincter trying to strangle my cock, and the raw garbled cries of joy that felt like they were being ripped from deep inside her belly.

“Come for me, omega. Come now. Encourage me to give you my seed everywhere, like a good little omega needs.” I swiped my fingertips back and forth over her swollen slippery clit before plunging three thick fingers into her well ravished cunt.

She came, ripping another shuddering climax from me as I emptied into her arse, and all the while, Sloane groaned and convulsed around my cock and fingers. The ecstasy was like endless waves, her pleasure, my pleasure, all rising together.

My chest felt full, too full to contain all the potent emotions crashing through me, but overriding even the pleasure was a feeling of finding what I never knew was missing from my life, a feeling of belonging.

“Jace!”

“I’m here. I’ve got you.”

My cock slipped free, and I gathered her into my arms, my beast gentle now, sated in the hazy buzz.

She clung to me in a way I’d never experienced before. I felt like a fucking god to have this woman, this omega, pouring her love into me, battering me, commanding me to give love in return.

“I love you,” I said, lips against her hair, and my mate cried, small hands fierce as they gripped me.

I felt like I’d been hit by a semi. Love? The word didn’t feel adequate for the tsunami that was destroying my previous notions of the term. This wasn’t love, this was something else—an all encompassing melding of souls.

It was only later, much later, when the fuzzy haze dissipated, that reality crashed in hard.

Beyond my apartment window, daylight was rising, casting my room in shades of grey. It might as well have been a harsh spotlight and not the soft glow of approaching dawn.

The nest, what there was of it, was scattered to the floor, the covers screwed up and soaked with slick and cum, but my omega, the most precious thing in my world, was what stopped my heart before it kicked back into a sick, languid thud.

When you love someone, you care more about the other person’s feelings than your own. I’d heard that but hadn’t expected it to be true, so when I looked at Sloane, my mate, my heart, my fucking everything, all I could feel was pain. I knew what this was, I’d seen it before. The bites, the smears of cum, the stringy hair, the marked skin. Fuck, had I seen this on Ella…but this time, I was the perpetrator.

Forcing my weak legs to move, I eased from her arms, went to the bathroom, and turned the water on, waiting a few minutes to check the temperature before returning to the bedroom.

“Come on, baby,” I said, gathering her in my arms.

“What’s happening?” she mumbled, small hands clutching out of fear I would put her down. Through the bond, I felt her alarm that I might set her aside.

“It’s okay, baby, just going to get you cleaned up.”

I felt sickness roil in my gut. Sloane would be screaming and pushing me away in a moment when she realised what I’d done, what my beast had done to her.

Inside, the fucker was preening. He liked the marks and her languid state. To him, she was a well rutted and claimed omega wearing the evidence of his prowess. The man in me recoiled at everything he rejoiced over.

“Do you need to go?” I asked.

More mumbled protests and clinging followed when I tried to disentangle her. So with her still in my arms, I carried her to the toilet. She went, hissing and cursing me out the whole time because apparently, “it fucking stings.”

That, that was the first strike. I’d fucking hurt her, just like all alphas did.

Once done, I lifted her up again, carried her to the bath, and with her still clinging, stepped into the tub. She sighed, burying her nose in the crook of my throat as the warm water went to work.

My hands stroked over her body. I couldn’t fucking help myself. This last moment, where she was still glowing with warmth and love, I wanted to gather it all up, ready for when she came down and ordered me away. My beast growled at the thought of being pushed aside. He had his own opinion on how to handle an omega who resisted, and it involved putting her on her hands and knees and rutting her into submission. My fucking cock jerked, and my omega wiggled on my lap, arse rolling over my stiffening cock with a groan of delight. Her teeth nipped at my throat, startling a low growl of pleasure from me, and she bit again, harder.

“Baby, look at me,” I said, lifting her chin, forcing her to meet my eyes. This was fucking torture, and I needed to skip to the part where she told me to fuck off because I fucking deserved it.

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