Page 121 of Rhythm Of Our Souls
My arms wrap around his neck, clawing at his back as he grips my hips, lifting me up to sit on something.
I gasp when he pushes me backwards, laying me flat on what I now realize is a stone crypt. Fuck. This is so wrong, so fucked up. Someone's dead body is in here, right? Maybe? I don’t fucking know. I can’t think, all I can do is feel the fire blazing through my body.
“Look at you,” he groans, gazing down at me like I’m something precious. “So fucking sexy like this, laid out for me,moonlight illuminating you like a fucking fallen angel. What am I gonna do with you?”
Biting my lip, my chest heaves as I look up at him with lust filled eyes.
“Fuck me,” I whimper. “Please, Alpha, I need you.”
With a growl, he tugs at my leggings, gripping the waistband and pulling them off me, taking my panties too. It leaves me bare from the waist down.
Gripping my knees, he parts them and lets out this low, feral sound. “Look at this fucking mess, Ally. Naughty girl, leaving a puddle of slick on this crypt.”
Why does knowing this is so wrong turn me on so much right now? “Sorry,” I moan as he swipes his fingers through my drenched pussy, arching with a whine when he thrusts them deep inside me.
“You’re so fucking hot for me, aren’t you, Little Omega? This pussy is aching for my knot, isn’t it?”
“Yes,” I nod eagerly. “So bad.”
“Mhhm,” he brushes this thumb against my clit, making me moan as my eyes roll back. The sound of him undoing his belt has my eyes flinging open. I watch as he pumps his fingers in and out of me, driving me fucking crazy. Then he pulls his thick, hard cock out.
I want that. I want that so damn badly. My walls grip his fingers, demanding he replaces them with his cock.
He chuckles, stroking himself as he peers down at me. He loves every second of my misery, knowing just how crazy I am for him.
Pulling his fingers free, I whimper at the loss. “Don’t worry, Little Omega,” he growls. “I’m gonna give you what you need.”
Gripping my hip, he thrusts inside me in one hard go. A scream tears from my throat as my eyes roll back in pleasure as his massive cock stretches me wide.
“Can’t have you making those sounds, Sweetheart.” He clicks his tongue. “Gotta be quiet or someone’s gonna find us in here. Now be a good girl, and shut the fuck up while I wreck this perfect little pussy with my knot.”
Brady shoves the two fingers that were just inside me into my mouth, making me gag on them and using them to silence me as he starts to thrust into me.
“That’s it. Fuck. You feel so fucking good. God, Ally, like pure fucking heaven,” he moans, tossing his head back.
I bite down on his fingers, moaning and whimpering as his thrusts grow punishing.
I love every fucking dirty second of it. It doesn’t take me long before I feel myself rushing towards the edge, my body coiling tighter and tighter until I feel like I’m ready to snap.
When the tip of his cock hits my sweet spot, I’m a goner. I scream around his fingers, gagging a bit as his thrust forces me to take them further down my throat. Drool drips down the corners of my mouth as tears spill down my cheeks, and it’s by far one of the hottest orgasms I’ve ever had.
My back arches off the cold stone, my pussy clamping down around his shaft like a vice.
He lets out a choked growl. “Fuck, baby. You’re gripping me so tight. That's it. Cum for me. Cum for your Alpha. Make a fucking mess of my cock.”
His words make me cum harder until I'm sobbing around his fingers.
Body slumping, I breathe heavily through my nose, trying to catch my breath.
Brady pulls his fingers free, and I take in a few gasping breaths. “You were a good fucking girl,” Brady praises, leaning down to kiss my swollen lips. “God, you’re fucking amazing, Ally. You have no idea what you do to me.”
“Mark me,” I beg, heart thrumming in my chest.
“What?” he asks, pulling back to look me in the eyes.
“I’m already yours, Brady. Put your mark on my neck so I can proudly show the world just who I belong to.”
“Are you sure?” he asks, his voice sounding like he’s hardly able to hold himself back.
