She palms the glass, her breaths ragged as he hammers into her. Too far gone, pushed beyond the limit, to care for anything but fucking her senseless.
Below them the lights blur and streak, and the music is just a beat in his head. Her scent overwhelms his lungs and the little gaspy noises she makes fill his ears.
“All those people down there,” he growls, “if they looked up now, they could see me fucking you. Could see you taking my cock, letting me pound you like a good little Omega.”
Her palms slide down the glass, and her breath clouds against it. She arches her back, forcing her ass backward, willing him to pound her deeper. His fingers stroke down the line of stars, latching around her waist, and then he reaches around to fondle her clit, making her legs tremble and her pussy quiver around his cock.
“Come on Omega, come for me. Let them all see how magical you look when you fall apart in my arms.”
She croaks out an inaudible reply, her body stiffening and he knows it’s coming, Her nails scrape against the window, her cheek pressed firmly against it, and then her orgasm hits her. Her pussy spasms and jolts of pleasure ricochet across her body and he has to hold her on her feet.
The milking action of her cunt is as good as her mouth and he’s tumbling into release right after her, a satisfied smile spreading over his mouth as he fills her pussy with his come and his knot expands.
She squeals, squirming in his grip as he holds her ass firm against him, and then her body goes limp and she submits to it, allows him to lock them together.
She pushes against the glass as if to move them away from the window, but he refuses to budge, leaning into her, knowing that her tits must be pressed right into the glass.
“Stay still, little one,” he commands, giving her ass a playful smack.
She whimpers and he realises she wasn’t kidding about the spanking.
Running his fingers through her hair, he twists it around in his grip and tugs it away from her neck so he can see her gland. The first star starts immediately under it and he licks around the outline, moving up to her shoulder and scraping his teeth back and forth.
“Alpha,” she whimpers as his teeth stray dangerously close to her sweet-smelling gland. He nudges it with his nose, swipes it with his tongue, then finally rests the edges of his teeth against it.
“I could do it,” he whispers, “I could bite you now.”
“I want you to. I want you to so badly.” Her words sound desperate and needy. He considers them. These aren’t the crazy heat-lust words of an Omega in heat. But his cock, his come and his knot are buried deep inside her, igniting all those ancient instincts that, if she’s anything like him, she’s fighting to control all the time.
Everything inside him screams for him to do it, spurs him on, calls at him to sink his teeth through her flesh.
He screws up his eyes. He can’t. He needs to stick to the plan. To play it cool. He doesn’t want to scare her away. Not now he has her.
He opens his eyes and forces out a chuckle. “Such a needy little thing,” he says.
Chapter 20
The flight back is more subdued. This time she sits at a table with West and his band mates Hunter and Trey.
“Are you still sulking, man?” West asks Hunter, rubbing his chin as he observes his friend.
“Not sulking, waiting for Kim to take me off my fucking time out.”
“What did she say?”
“That I’m not allowed out in public without supervision for the next week. She doesn’t want any more bad news articles to deal with.” He glances over his shoulder towards Kim.
“You were a massive dick at the casino,” Trey tells him. “Kim had to work all her magic to prevent that dude from taking his story to the press.”
Hunter groans, folding his hands in his lap.
“Why are you so uptight? Do you need to get laid?” West turns to Ruby. “Got any friends who would be interested in a 6 ft 5 ogre?”
“I don’t need to get laid. I need us to finish this album. We’re already behind.”
“How far are you off finishing it?” Ruby asks, taking a sip of cola from West’s can.
“Two or three songs,” Hunter says, lines deepening around his cool blue eyes.