Page 171 of Pack Rivals: Part Two

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I want to bite her.

Want to bite her so bad.

Sink my teeth in her neck and make her mine.

I fling back my head and howl at the ceiling, my grip in her hair growing tighter.

She moans loudly and this time I know she’s coming. Her spine arching like a cat’s, her skin blushing hot, her eyes rolling around in their sockets.

Fuck, I want to bite her even more.

I growl and bare my teeth and from somewhere in this warm room, I hear Axel’s low voice.

“Nate,” he warns.

“Fucking … need … to … mate … her,” I hiss out through my teeth.

Hardy mutters a string of curse words from under her.

The omega sucks me hard, like my words are winding her higher.

It’s so fucking good! It blows my fucking mind.

Ecstasy crackles from my balls all the way to the tip of my nose and the ends of my toes. Shit, even my fucking earlobes hum.

I pump come into her mouth, watch as she gulps it all down.

Good little Omega. Good little bird. Good little pet.

“I want it too,” she whimpers, as she wriggles her ass against Angel’s expanding knot. “I want you to claim me, Alpha. All of you. I want all of you to claim me. Make me yours.”

I cradle her face and drop down to kiss her hard on the mouth, tasting my seed on her tongue. Salty. Dense.

Erotic as hell.

I want her mouth to always taste of me.

I want to breed her. I want my seed in her cunt. Not wasted in her fucking mouth.

Shit!

My fingers stroke at her throat, over the place where her pulse jumps against my fingertips.

Going to do it.

Going to bite her.

Going to make this one mine.

“Nate!” Axel growls with such menace, my spine stiffens. “No!”

No?

I falter.

No?

I blink.

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