Page 54 of Taken Off Camera
“Yours,” I gasp as he hits that perfect spot inside me. “All yours.”
Sebastian shifts his angle, lifting my hips, and stars explode behind my eyelids as he hammers my prostate. My cock jerks, pre-cum pooling on my stomach as pressure builds at the base of my spine.
“Sebastian, I’m close,” I moan, nails digging into his ass. “I’m going to come.”
His rhythm falters for a moment before resuming with renewed vigor. “Yes,” he pants into my ear. “Milk my cock.”
He pumps my length, and the dual stimulation pushes me toward the edge. My thighs begin to shake, my muscles tightening as release coils tighter.
“Alpha,” I cry out, the word punched from my lungs as he hits that spot again. “Please, I need?—”
“Take it, Micah.” Sebastian’s grip tightens around me, his strokes matching the brutal pace of his hips. “Take everything I give you.”
The command breaks the last of my restraint. My orgasm tears through me, spilling over his fingers and onto my stomach as my body bows off the bed. My inner walls clamp down on him, trying to keep him deep inside where I need him most.
Sebastian roars, his hips stuttering as my climax triggers his own. The hot pulse of his cock floods me with his seed, each throb sending aftershocks of pleasure through my over-sensitized body. It eases the cramping, my body getting what it desires with his release.
“Micah,” he gasps, arms trembling where they cage my head. “God, Micah.”
Before my body stops shaking, Sebastian withdraws with a slick, obscene sound that sends another wave of need through me. He grips my hips, flipping me onto my stomach with strength that leaves me breathless.
The cool sheets provide brief relief for my overheated skin before Sebastian’s weight settles on top of me again, his chest covering my back, and his breath hot into my ear.
“Still need you,” he growls, barely sounding human. “It’s not enough.”
His knees push my thighs apart, widening my stance. One hand slides beneath my hips, lifting me so my ass rises in the air. I grip the pillow, turning my face to the side to breathe as Sebastian positions himself at my entrance again.
“Yes,” I encourage, pushing backward. “Take me, Alpha.”
Without hesitation, he drives into me with brutal force, bottoming out. The angle is deeper this way, his cock reaching places inside me that blur my vision. Despite the lingering soreness from our first coupling, pleasure floods through me, my body welcoming his return.
Sebastian drapes himself over me, his chest sliding on my sweat-slick back as he establishes a punishing rhythm. His weight pins me to the mattress, leaving me no choice but to take what he gives. Each thrust jolts me forward, my dick rubbing the sheets, providing friction that builds my pleasure higher.
“So perfect,” he pants, his lips brushing my neck. “My Omega.”
His teeth scrape over my shoulder, sending shivers down my spine. My body responds instinctively, inner walls clenching around him, drawing him deeper. The room fills with the sounds of skin slapping, my broken moans, and Sebastian’s grunts of exertion.
“Mine.” The word rumbles through his chest and into mine.
Then his teeth find my nape with gentle pressure, testing. The sensation sends electricity racing through my veins, and I freeze beneath him, understanding what’s about to happen.
“Sebastian,” I gasp.
His rhythm falters, a moment of clarity breaking through his Alpha haze. But then my Heat pheromones pull him under again, his hips snap forward with renewed vigor, and his teeth clamp down hard on my nape, breaking the skin.
The burning sensation of the claiming bite tears a shocked gasp from my throat. Pain flares bright, then transforms into waves of pleasure unlike anything I’ve experienced before.
I howl into the pillow, my body convulsing around him as I orgasm again. Vaguely, I’m aware of Sebastian’s hips stuttering, of his cock pulsing inside me, filling me again with his release. But these sensations pale compared with the knowledge that he Marked me.
When Sebastian’s teeth release my neck, reality crashes back. He goes rigid above me, his breath catching as awareness returns.
“Micah,” he whispers in horror. “What have I done?”
His weight lifts from my back as he pulls out, leaving me empty and aching. Gentle fingers brush my hair aside, examining the Mark on my nape, and the touch sends aftershocks of pleasure radiating from the bite.
“I’m so sorry.” Sebastian’s voice breaks on the words. “I never meant to— God, Micah, I lost control. I claimed you without permission. I’ve done everything wrong.”
I roll over to face him, wincing at the soreness in my hips.
