Page 128 of Pack Rivals: Part Two

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And caramel, sweet fucking caramel.

I lick my lips, I lick her neck and her wet cheeks.

I hold her hips raised and her head forced back and I find that spot inside my little bird.

She cries out, her body limp one moment, taut the next.

Can’t decide what she wants. What she feels. It’s too damn much for her.

Bulls fucking eye.

“Right there,” I gasp, ringing my tongue around her earhole, scraping the metal of my lip ring down her throat.

“There!” she pants. “There.”

Fuck yeah.

I don’t go easy on her.

I fucking should.

She’s a new omega. Newly broken in.

But I’m not like Axel. I’m not like Silver or Connor.

I’ve always been half deranged. Trying to catch this little bird, grab her in my big bad paws, has driven me to the fucking brink.

Goodbye reason and self-control. I didn’t have much of it to start with in the first place.

Yeah, fuck all that.

I pound my little bird hard into the mattress.

I rut her with the whole of my body.

I thrust into her with every ounce of strength I possess.

I fuck her with everything I have to give.

All of me.

My little bird can have all of it.

I rock back. Watch where she’s swallowing up my cock. Watch sweat glide down her tanned back. Watch the cheeks of her ass wobble.

“So fucking goooood,” I moan.

Connor hums his agreement.

“Oh God,” she mutters. “Oh God, Oh God.”

Her cunt pulses around me.

Wanting me so very much.

I close my eyes.

I concentrate on her.

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