Page 36 of Your Wild Omega

I try to slip his hold, but he straightens his arm, locking me between his palm and the wall with a sudden thrust. This strong alpha could crush my chest like this if he wanted to.

But that knowledge only turns me on more because if Zack was going to hurt me, it would have been the first day we brought him home. My knees go a little weak as heat pulses through me. The noise that vibrates in my throat catches both their attention.

I purr huskily.

Zack growls and attaches his mouth to mine in one sudden move. I gasp into his lips, and he licks, stealing my senses and my breath. Then the world tips as Zack lifts me over his shoulder and, a moment later, it whirls again as he throws me on the couch. It hurts good, the faint sting of adrenaline carrying heady lust in its wake.

The light shutters as Zack covers me with his body, his thick cock questing along my thigh. Fuck, I’m burning up here, ready to explode already. Zack pauses, thumbs deep in my hip crease, a puzzled look on his face as he gazes down at my anatomy.

Red smothers a chuckle. “Here, Zack.” She guides his hand between my legs, startling another gasp from me. “This is what men have. You gotta loosen it with your fingers first.” Her gaze flits up to me. “Right?”

My omega teaching our alpha how to prep me for sex. Does it get any hotter than this? I thrust my knuckle between my teeth and nod. Red’s scarlet hair falls forward over her shoulder, the roll escaping her pins as she guides Zack’s fingers over my balls and down the seam to my hole. Honestly, I’d consider taking him right away, but like everything we do with Zack, this is a life lesson. Plus, it has been a while since my ass last got attention. I block out the thoughts of Hudson that follow.

Zack is nothing like that bastard.

A shiver possesses me as Red traces the rim of my pucker. A moment later, Zack’s roughened thumb presses in, spiraling lightly. I moan and arch.

“See? He likes it,” Red says, her sly voice fanning my need.

“Come here, minx,” I implore, and Red giggles as she obeys. I tug her down for a kiss and she falls, half on me. “He’ll figure it out,” I murmur against her mouth. “He’s smart.”

“Mm-hmm.” She soaks up my kisses and comes back for more, her breath quickening.

Zack lifts my hips, studying me with a student’s fixed attention, and his big knuckles brush over my cock with fascination. His touch slips down through my legs and then back to my ass. The alpha presses more firmly, sending his thumb slipping through my muscle rings. I gasp.

Red hovers over me, grinning. “Feeling good, alpha?” she asks.

I dive my fingers into her hair, locking our whimpers together in a series of breathy, messy kisses. “S-so good,” I stammer. When she looks up to check on Zack, I tug Hannah’s borrowed over-one-shoulder silken shirt off my omega and work on the buttons of her high-waisted dress pants. Then Zack drags his finger out, making me moan and my body lock up.

He does it again, watching me with a hunter’s intense gaze as I garble out a lusty groan. “More, Zack,” I beg, spreading my knees. He’s got me so hot; my body feels too small to bear the need burning inside.

Red rises to shimmy out of her clothes.

I grasp her hand. “Biscuit, could you grab a condom and some lube? I could go bare, but I don’t want him getting a UTI.” And I’m definitely going to need the lube, given how thick he is.

She nods and races up the stairs.

Zack watches her go, his head tilting as he tracks her footsteps along the upper floor. Once he hears her returning, he presses his thumb back into me. “More,” he repeats under his breath.

I dissolve into a writhing, moaning mess as Zack takes up my challenge. He rocks his engorged dick across my calf, movements growing rougher and more frantic. He’s ready for more, too.

Red returns and I catch my breath while she fits the shield over his cock, explaining things as simply as she can. “Okay, you’re good to go,” she murmurs, kissing his cheek. “You can fuck my alpha.” She throws me a sexy wink and my heart double beats.

Zack’s eyes widen as he looks down at his cock and back at my ass, realization dawning. It lights him up, and he scrambles to change his footing on the couch, sliding his body up mine. His rubbered cock grazes up my thigh, digging in with short, quivery thrusts showing his eagerness.

Suddenly he freezes, braced with one arm over the back of the couch, one locked beside my hip. He gazes down at me, his expression changing.

I hold my breath, wondering what’s coming. Is there a chance I was wrong about him hurting me? I can’t escape now since I’m pinned under his solid body with no leash around his neck.

Zack leans in, pressing his cheek to mine and nuzzling up and down, marking me. “Ask?” he murmurs.

Tears prickle behind my eyes. How does this wildling alpha know more about consent than half the men I’ve been with?

I worm my hand between our bodies and guide his cock to my pucker. “Yes, Zack.”

He groans into my ear as I seat his thick erection into my ass, lifting on my heels to get the best angle. His teeth graze my jaw, and he growls as his hips buck forward, sinking his cock deep inside.

My breath flees. I gape, hands floundering against the couch as his girth shocks up into me. Fuck, he’s thick. I use every technique in the book to relax and stretch around him, deep breathing and rotating my ass in small circles to get him inside. Zack rises, bracing on the couch to thrust again.

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