Page 2 of Your Wild Omega

Zazu continues his exploration of my body, moving slowly and circling back as if he cannot believe what his senses tell him.

“I’m all yours, precious,” I murmur, diving my nose into his neck, which is the only spot I can reach without ripping my alpha’s teeth through the bite wound. His malted barley scent fills me, rich and natural.

He seems to like my touch on his skin, because he rumbles deep in his chest.

I whimper softly. “You’re happy now, aren’t you?” I stroke his back, feeling powerful muscles below the skin quivering with nervousness. “I’m going to make sure it stays that way, big fellow.”

Moving as little as possible, I slide my hands between us and fumble my buttons open. I’m sure my blood’s all over this fake OCB uniform now, and I want more contact.

A sigh whispers through Zazu as our bodies finally touch skin-to-skin. I understand that relieved breath. Years and years of waiting resulted in this moment. It’s pure, sweet heaven.

My mate’s body knows what we’re doing, even if he doesn’t. The little shorts stretch so tight over his boner I could bounce a penny off them. “That must be uncomfortable,” I murmur as I rip the Velcro open down the sides. His cock springs free, a regular length but thick. Like, super thick. A moan falls from my trembling lips. Shit, that shaft’s already so girthy; how big will his knot get?

As I wrap my hand around Zazu’s cock, a sudden vision of Callisto helping me through my heat with his fist burns behind my eyes. I’m about ready to come again just from the mental image. Guess I can handle size after all. My fingers barely touchas I circle the tip and I salivate, imagining how good that’s going to feel inside.

“Do you trust me, Zazu?” I ask, nuzzling my chin into his jaw.

Zazu rumbles in response. I stroke his fat erection, and he shivers, purring straight into my shoulder. Seems he knows his name. However, the cartoon imagery doesn’t suit him at all. No flighty, talkative bird exists in his big soul. Only a simmering thunderstorm waiting to break open.

I chuckle as I recall my broken scream when he first bit me. “How about Zack?” I murmur into his cheek. “It’s much more manly, and still starts with a Z.” Plus, he’s getting a fresh start from today.

He thrusts his hips up, driving his cock through my fist.

Pleasure floods through our brand-new bond. “Oh,” I murmur, stroking him again. “You like that.”

He grunts and does it again. I whimper as the hard, veiny flesh pushes through my fingers. I need him inside me yesterday, and my pussy greedily agrees by slicking all over again.

“Zack, you gotta let me go to get my pants off.” I stoke his jaw and pressure it a little, clenching down on the fireworks that dance through my skin with his every move.

Slowly, he eases his teeth out, and I gasp. He hovers over my shoulder, waiting to see if the bond sensation disappears. When it doesn’t, his tongue darts out to caress the broken skin. I spasm all over, the area so sensitive now I can hardly bear it. My pussy weeps instead of my eyes, and he sniffs the air.

“Yeah, that’s all for you, tiger,” I gasp out, brushing hair out of his eyes. The coarse brown strands stick upward, pricking at my skin. “Wanna see?”

When I try to ease back, he grips me tight and rests his teeth over the mark, growling a warning. A soppy cry slips through my throat as a fresh flush of heat explodes from the site. No one mentioned this in the omega handbook. Like, yeah, in themovies they giggle and say touching a bond mark feels good, but that nowhere near describes this lightning strike of pleasure.

I stroke his rough cheeks. “I’m not leaving, Zack. Just give me a little space.”

He rumbles in reply, and I chuckle. At least I don’t have to worry about rejection; this one’s never going to let me go. I wriggle in his grip until I can shimmy out of my pants and underwear. Then I roll a little to reach for the blanket. Every time my alpha thinks too much space opens between us, he growls and grabs me tight. There’s no better feeling in the world.

Finally I can spread the blanket out on the floor and get us both positioned so my skin’s not gripping on the rubber floor matting. Not to mention the dirt.

Satisfied, I reach for Zack. “All right, tiger, now you have free rein.”

As if he understands me, my alpha nuzzles in close, sniffing around my face before dragging his solid jaw across my cheek again. “Mine,” he mutters darkly.

Fuck, I love that sultry tone claiming me, and his scent is ridiculously delicious as well. I stroke his solid cheek, marveling over finding this precious man. “Yeah, yours,” I whisper as I grip his bare shoulders and wrap my legs around his waist.

He tenses up as my soaked pussy brushes his cock, and then he thrusts across my belly. He doesn’t know how sex works, only that he needs in, immediately. And I concur.

I balance my weight on his back and guide his heated cock between my folds. Streetlight falling through the small window catches in his eyes as they widen in wonder, and then his hips snap forward.

I groan, so full it feels like I’ll split. But an omega’s body is designed for sex, and I stretch around him, the rivers of slick doing their good work. Zack’s chest puffs out as he processes the unfamiliar sensation. Wild elation zaps through the bond,and then he braces his hands on the floor either side of me and thrusts deep. Over and over.

A guttural groan drops from my paralyzed lips as he consumes me, his alpha body knowing exactly how to take over. This wild man’s claiming is so powerful, I slide into his straining arms with every stroke, my whole body fucked with a desperation no other being could possess—a desperation born of the need to be joined forever.

The malt scent in the truck deepens until the air I breathe feels damp with it.

“Zack!” I cry out, the inferno in my core consuming me.

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