Page 76 of Scrum Heat

Her eyes go wide as I drop the towel. My cock springs free—thick, hard, and already leaking.

I grin as her breath catches.

“Come and open your mouth, omega,” I say. “Your alpha’s been patient long enough.”

She swallows thickly, her eyes flicking between mine and my cock, before she nods slightly and then sinks to her knees. Her warm hands slide over my thighs, and her eyes remain locked on my cock, her lips fully parted.

“Atta girl,” I murmur, brushing some loose strands of warm blond hair back from her face. “You gonna be sweet for me?”

Her tongue flicks out to wet her bottom lip. "Show me what you want."

I groan, and my hand fists in her hair before I can stop it—gently enough not to hurt, but firm enough to guide. My breath shudders as she leans forward and licks the head of my cock.

“Don’t tease,” I warn through gritted teeth, my voice gravel-rough.

She grins, and does it again.

I open my mouth to warn her again, butthat’swhen she opens up and takes me in.

Fuck.

My eyes slam shut as her lips slide down my length, warm, wet heat enveloping me in one slow, perfect drag. She works me deeper with each pass, both hands steady on my thighs, sucking and stroking, messy and hot and fuckingperfect.

I force myself to open my eyes and look down at her, my muscles taut, jaw clenched firm.

“You look so pretty like this,” I growl. “On your knees. Taking your alpha’s cock in that perfect mouth.”

She moans around me, and I swear, I nearly lose it. I let her keep going—let her set a rhythm with both of her hands and her mouth, let her bob her head relentlessly as saliva and slick coats her chin and her fingers—until my hips twitch forward, until I feel the pressure building low and tight.

I ease her off with a groan, grip tightening in her hair as I pull her back. Her lips smack open and then closed with a loud, wetpop,and I swear, she looks like pure fucking sin.

“Up.”

She scrambles to her feet obediently. She’s got that look again—flushed cheeks, pupils blown wide, mouth kiss-swollen and parted like she can’t decide if she wants to curse me or devour me.

Safe to say, we don’t make it far.

“Turn around,” I murmur against her jaw. My hands are already moving—palming her hips, guiding her toward the bench behind us, my towel long forgotten on the floor.

She spins without hesitation, palms bracing against the bench, that pert ass tilting right up at me. I drop behind her and run my hands down her thighs, and she lets out a sound that makes every alpha instinct in me howl for more.

“Is this really a good idea?”

“Sweetheart,” I grin, pressing a kiss to the swell of her ass, “good ideas don’t usually start in locker rooms. Lucky for you, I specialize in bad ones.”

She laughs, and there it is: that perfect little cunt—slick, swollen, and flushed, still glistening from the mess I made of her.

“Fuck.I’ve been dreaming about this cunt,” I groan.

“You know, that’s not the kind of thing most people admit,” she pants.

I can’t resist any longer. I shift myself so that I’m towering above her on the bench and line myself up at her entrance.

“Yeah, well,” I slide the thick head of my cock across the entire length of her wet slit, coating it in her slick. “I’m notmost people.”

She whimpers as her hips push back against me.

“You want it?” I ask, leaning right over her, my chest against her back, my mouth hot against her ear.

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