Page 119 of Pack Rivals: Part Two
“War injury?” she asks, tracing around the tattoo of my old military unit.
“Five years,” I tell her.
“Did you…”
“See action … yeah, some.”
She sweeps her thumbs over the tattoo before kissing it. The taste of my flesh seems to send her wild, because in the next moment, she’s kissing me everywhere, her mouth hungry, her tongue sweeping every groove and undulation of my body, her teeth grazing skin.
The smell of her slick becomes more potent and I can’t wait for this any longer.
I’ve wanted to fuck this little omega since the moment I first laid eyes on her, since the first time her eager little hands tugged at me, since those big amber eyes heated my blood.
“Going to fuck you now, sweetheart.”
She moans, and I back her up against the bed, resting my hand behind her back and laying her down gently.
She opens her legs immediately for me and I take one look at her pretty pussy before I lower down on top of her, caging her head with my arms.
My cock nudges between her fold, but I don’t press on yet. I take a deep, steadying inhale, reminding myself I need to go slow, gentle, patient with this one.
Even if it’s fucking agony.
“Ready, sweetheart?” She answers by lifting her head and nipping at my shoulder. “I’m going to take that as a yes.”
“It is one,” she says, twining her legs around my waist, and using the heels of her feet to push at my backside, pressing me towards her.
I growl a warning at her and then, I find her entrance. She gasps as I press into her, and I halt, kissing her mouth until I feel her relax, her pussy sucking at me as if it wants me all.
“More,” she murmurs, and I give it to her, lowering my hips to thrust down further inside her.
Her skin smells like caramel, her eyes are bright watching my face and her pussy, her pussy, fuck her pussy, it’s like heaven itself.
“Okay?” I ask her, all the taut control clear in my voice. I want to fuck her so badly. I’m hanging on by one straining thread.
“Hmmmm, yes, Alpha, it feels so …”
Her eyes roll, her eyelids flutter, her legs shake as I give her more of me.
I know I’m big. I know all of us alphas are. Yet this little omega of mine is taking me, all of me, just like she was designed to do.
“You want more?” I ask her, growling in her ear.
“Y-y-yes, all of you, all of your cock, Alpha. Don’t hold back.”
Eyes locked on her face, I sink all the way inside her, feeling her writhe in pleasure beneath me as I brush against every sensitive spot along her channel.
“Feels so good,” she mutters, “so, so good.”
I lean down to suck at her hardened nipples, grinding into her and making her squirm some more, keep making her squirm until she can’t take it anymore.
Her nails scrape at my back and she bites me harder this time.
“Fuck me,” she says.
I’ve been waiting for those words. Waiting for that permission.
And I don’t need to be asked a second time.
