Page 147 of Pack Rivals: Part Two
“Uh huh,” she says, “but do you think you could love another part of my body now too?”
“And what part is that, baby?”
I’m going to make her say it. I bet she’s not used to saying it. But, damn, I want to hear those words on her sweet lips.
Her already pink cheeks blush a shade deeper.
“Your toe?” I ask her, capturing her foot in my hand and tickling her sole.
“No,” she says, giggling.
“No?” I say innocently. “Your elbow?” I lift her right arm and kiss the crease in her arm.
“Not there either.”
“Then perhaps, your thumb?” I take her hand and suck her digit into my mouth.
She squeals. “No, not there either, Alpha.” She takes a handful of my hair and tugs me in closer to her. “I think you know exactly where I’m talking about.”
“Yeah, baby, I do, but I want to hear you say it.”
She hesitates, her tongue moving behind her teeth like she wants to say it. “I don’t think I can.”
“Of course, you can. It’s just a word. But a word that really fucking turns me on, especially when you say it, Omega.”
Ha, the power of fucking words! Because saying that name again – Omega – my body pressed down on hers, my hard cock digging into her belly, has her pupils blowing wide.
“Come on, Omega, say it for me. Where do you want my attention now?”
She holds my gaze, her eyes as dark as midnight. “My pussy.”
“Yeah,” I smirk, “your pussy.”
She yelps in embarrassment and goes to try to whack me on the shoulder, but I’m already scooting down her body and diving between her legs. I open her thighs.
“Here, baby girl?”
“There,” she says with a squeal.
I hum my approval. “This pussy is so fucking pretty too, Omega. Do you know every goddamn part of you is freaking beautiful?” I kiss between her plump folds. “Actually, I stand corrected. I think I was wrong. I think I like this part even more than your tits.” I glance up at her. “You got a favorite part of my body, baby? And don’t say my smile,” I warn her.
She combs her finger through my loosened hair. “I do love your smile, Hardy. And I especially love your mouth and your fingers.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah, but I have a feeling I’m going to love your cock most of all.”
I chuckle. “Damn sure you are, Omega. But shall we find out?” She nods and I roll over onto my back, taking her with me. “Come ride it then, baby girl, and give me a view of those glorious tits while you do.”
She stares down at my stiff cock, then traces her hands over my abdomen, over the inks that mark that part of my body, following the happy trail of jet fuzz. She pauses at my cock, dribbling fucking precome at the sight of her. She takes it in her hands.
“You’re very big,” she whispers, with a lot of desire and a hint of trepidation.
“We all are. But you managed Silver, you managed Nate and Connor too.” I reach between her thighs, where she’s dripping slick. “And you’re so fucking wet. Such a good little Omega.” I flick at her clit and she moans, shuffling up my body, until she’s hovering above my cock.
I hold my breath, and watch in awe as she lowers herself down, lowers herself down onto my waiting cock.
“God, that looks so fucking good,” I tell her, my hands tight on her waist, pushing her down further, guiding her to take more and more of me. She’s wet and warm and so very tight. “How does it feel, Omega? Tell me.”
