Page 8 of The Faceless Omega

The sensation was unlike anything she’d experienced before. He worked his whole mouth over her, she even felt his nose brushing against her clit as he angled his head to lick deeper. The way the scruff of beard on his jaw scraped along her most sensitive skin only heightened everything. She squirmed, writhing and panting, her fingers clawing at the sheets as he penetrated her with his tongue. Repeatedly. As if he were lapping her up.

Her eyes flew open wide.Oh, gods…

Lennox ripped his head away with a growling exhale, pushing to his knees. The motion spread her legs out to the sides, leaving her intimately and almost shamefully exposed. His eyes were brighter than before, the green more prevalent, and his chest heaved. “Omega? You’re anomega?”

Brinley sucked in a breath, her heart hammering and her body burning. She wanted to run and to impale herself on him in equal measure. It was a horrendously confusing feeling. “I…” What was she supposed to say?No. I should have said no, back in the ballroom.But then she never would have known even this. She licked her lips. “Is that a problem?”

He growled again and climbed over her, snatching up her arms by the wrists to hold them over her head. With their chests pressed together and his face hovering above hers, Lennox said, “It probably should be.”

She blinked, confused, but then he was kissing her again.

The kiss was rough, demanding, like their first had been. Except this time she could taste herself mixed in with him with every stroke of his tongue, and the combination drew a whine from deep in her chest. This time, she didn’t bother fighting it.

He growled in response, released her wrists, and without breaking the kiss he reached down to hook her legs up onto his hips. He sucked on her tongue as he rocked his length over her slit. His hands locked onto her hips and he sank inside her.

Brinley broke the kiss, her head falling back as a keening cry escaped her. She’d had sex before. She even had one of those supposedly fantasy toys with non-human structure, in an attempt to satisfy her biological need for a knot. But Lennox fit her so much better.

“Fuck,” Lennox groaned, his head bowed over her. His hands dragged up her sides, his touch somehow both rough and scintillating, until he had her arms pinned again. This time with their fingers thoroughly threaded together. He licked his way up her neck until he reached her ear, hips continuing to piston in and out of her. His hot breath rushed over her newly moistened skin as his voice vibrated through her. “You fit me like you were fucking made for me, baby.”

She arched her back beneath him, trying to take him somehow deeper. Her nails dug into his hands; her ankles locked tight over his ass. An ass she absently hoped to drool over in the near future. “S-so good, alpha…”

He nipped at her earlobe. “Come at your leisure, baby. I want to feel your sopping pussy squeeze my cock.” He added the wild words with a new roll of his hips, providing extra friction to her clit.

Stars burst behind Brinley’s eyes as electric heat tore through her. She thought she might have heard herself scream. She definitely felt Lennox relax his hold on her hands in favor of shifting his weight to begin trailing kisses across her chest. He’d stopped thrusting in favor of grinding with her, but he was still hard and hot inside her. And above her. He was everywhere, and for as much as that should have frightened her, she found it only made her yearn for more.

Brinley slipped a hand into his dark hair, letting herself enjoy the feel of it before she gave a light tug.

Lennox ground hard into her and lifted his head. “Ready for more, omega?”

I should leave.She pulled her lip between her teeth and nodded. It was too late, anyway.

He leaned up to kiss her, letting it build and matching the pace of his thrusts with the intensity of the kiss. Then he flipped them over, landing her on top, and met her startled eyes with a sinfully wicked smirk. “You want my knot, don’t you? So fucking take it. Ride my cock until you’re so goddamn wet it slips right in.” He reached up, behind her, and her hair cascaded down her back. She felt his deep groan of approval. “Let me see you in ecstasy, baby.”

She had definitely not expected this from the man she’d met in the party. But she liked it. She liked it a lot. Almost as much as she liked his undeniable desire as he looked at her while she straddled him—fully naked, not the most elegant pose, imperfect body exposed. Brinley curled her nails into his sculpted, hair-dusted chest. “Yes, alpha,” she said before deliberately canting her hips forward.

Lennox laid his hands on her thighs and squeezed as he groaned. “Good girl.”

Brinley whimpered even as she began bouncing and rocking over him. The way he slid against her inner walls felt amazing, but she definitely wanted more. She needed that knot that had swollen up at the base of his cock. And his hands on her skin. So she grabbed his hands and pulled, raising them to her boobs. “Please, touch me, alpha,” she begged as she picked up her rhythm. She could feel it nudging at her now.

He required no encouragement, catching her breasts in his hands and digging his fingers in as he had before. He tweaked her nipples as she moved over him and she felt another orgasm threaten.

Brinley adjusted her angle and sank onto him again, digging her hips against his as much as she was able. And she finally felt it. A stretch unlike any she’d felt before. It stung for a moment, but the sharpness was immediately followed by a fulfillment so overwhelming that her entire being latched onto it.

Lennox abandoned her chest in favor of wrapping his arms around her and tugging her close as he shot upright, his own roar of release chasing hers into the air.

It was several seconds before they tumbled back onto the mattress, and Lennox lifted a hand to tangle it into her loosened hair. She felt his fingers brush against the string of her somewhat skewed, definitely sweaty mask. “Stay the night with me.”

The breath faltered in her chest and Brinley was glad he couldn’t see her eyes. Gladder yet she had a good excuse for taking a moment with her response. “One night was our agreement,” she finally whispered. Her fingers skimmed up the muscle she could reach, settling on his shoulder. “But I have to work tomorrow, so I’ll have to leave early.”

He grunted and his arms folded tight around her. Somehow, the motion made her acutely aware of the still-bulging appendage trapped inside her. Knots really were an amazing, almost awkward, but nonetheless fantastic thing. Though she imagined sitting on it this way would be more enjoyable if she were in heat.

Lennox lowered his head to press a kiss to her hair. “Are you sore?”

A smile tipped her lips and Brinley let her eyes drift close. “A little. I … I’ve never … been with an alpha before.” It was probably a dumb thing, but she wanted him to know that much.

He rumbled in response and held her tighter.

Chapter 4

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