Page 11 of Omega's Refuge

“Why?” he mumbled.

“Because I’d like to be able to walk tomorrow.” I laughed unsteadily.

His response was to pry my ass cheeks open and push the head of his cock to my hole.

I stiffened. “Dude, what the hell? No foreplay?” I needed to get in the mood so my slick would lubricate my hole.

“I figured you were as ready as you needed to be since you’ve been making eyes at that fucking cowboy all night.”

“Not this again,” I grumbled. “That’s a lie and you know it. You’re imagining things.”

“Am I? I don’t think so.” His voice was surly, and he pushed his finger into my ass as he spoke.

“Hey.”I jolted upright, hole burning at the rough penetration. “Take it easy, Steve. I mean it.”

“Sorry.” He sounded a little guilty. “But you said you wanted foreplay.”

“Sticking your finger in my ass without warning isn’t foreplay,” I snapped. “You’re being paranoid for no reason,” I muttered, trying to relax my muscles so his finger inside me didn’t feel so uncomfortable. I needed to think sexy thoughts so that my slick would be plentiful.

Just go with it. Make him happy, and maybe he’ll stop being such an asshole.

“You need to remember I’m your alpha, not that guy.” He pressed another finger in, slower this time. “You’re mine.”

Because he was being gentler now, I could relax a little. With relief, I felt a pulse of warm slick release, and with that my arousal spiked. “I want to be yours, Steve.”

“Okay, then.” He began moving his fingers in and out of me, slowly and teasingly. “So long as you only want me.”

“I do.” I moaned, feeling a familiar tightening of my balls, and streaking sensations of arousal moving through me. The tight ring of muscle around my entrance began to loosen, and what he was doing to me started feeling good. Really good.

“You like my fingers in your ass?”

“Oh, yeah, more,” I moaned, rolling my hips to allow his fingers deeper. I rested my head in the bend of my arm, and curved my ass toward Steve in invitation. He made an appreciative rumble, and he pushed his sheathed cock to my hole. When I noticed a flash of movement in the trees to the right of us, I stiffened. Through blurry eyes, I could just make out the tall figure of a man.

“Wait,” I whispered, reaching back to touch Steve’s thigh. “There’s someone over there in the trees watching us.”

Steve was too far gone and drunk to listen. “Who cares?” he mumbled. “Let ‘em watch and learn.”

Whoever it was, they definitely seemed to be staring in our direction. They just stayed there, not making any move to leave. It must have been obvious what we were up to, and I found it odd they didn’t leave in embarrassment.

“They’re not leaving,” I whispered, feeling self-conscious.It was definitely a man and he was tall, with broad shoulders. Excitement clutched me as the idea formed that maybe it was Rex. The body type was right, and the idea gave me a rush of lust that made my knees weak. Guilty that the idea of him watching us was a turn on, I tried to drag my gaze from the figure. “We should stop. I think they’re still watching us.”

“Ignore them. They probably just like the show,” Steve said breathlessly, pushing inside me without warning.

I gasped as he sank deep inside me, and I clawed at the tree and rasped,“Fuck.”The startling plunge of his thickness stretching me wide distracted me from our visitor, and I let out a groan of primal lust.

“Shit.” Steve began moving his hips fast and rough. “So good.”

My mouth hung open and my eyes glazed over as he pounded into me. He was being much rougher than usual, and it was hard not to feel likehe was punishing me for something. But his cock was hard and deep, and I was too turned on to complain. Maybe later I’d ask him to be gentler from now on. But for now, I just wanted to get off.

“Take it deep, baby,” Steve whispered against my neck, his breath hot. “You want it rougher, don’t you?”

I pressed my lips tight, wanting to tell him not to be so aggressive. But I worried telling him anything negative might make him even more so. He was definitely in a weird mood tonight, and I didn’t dare say anything that wasn’t complementary.

“You’re so fucking tight. It’s unreal how good you feel, dude.” He gasped against my neck, thrusting jaggedly.

Despite how rough he was being, I was going to come any minute and there was no stopping it. “Yeah, that’s good,” I whimpered. “Oh God, yeah, like that.” My gaze slid back to where the silent visitor still stood.

“See babe, I knew you’d like it rough,” he slurred.

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