Page 143 of Party Girl: How a Naughty Omega Finds Love
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HAYDEN
As soon as Asher pulls out, I steal Whitney from his arms. He releases her without a fight. Whitney releases a soft moan and leans against me. I guide her to the bed and lay her down, spreading her legs and positioning myself between them. She runs her hands over her body and writhes under her own touch.
“More,” she rasps, the scent of her slick filling the air as her body begs to be touched.
I may not be an alpha, but I’m hard as a rock for her. I don’t have the desire or time to play with her like I’d like to. Teasing the head of my cock through her soaking folds, I kneel in front of her and watch her body arch and writhe. Her chest rises and falls as her skin flushes, eyes snapping to meet mine. There’s a violent promise in her irises, like if I don’t fuck her right now, she’ll rip my dick off. Biting my lip at how hot she is right now, I tilt her hips with my hands and slide into her, sheathing myself until I’m balls deep inside of her. Whitney moans and mumbles incoherently, all encouraging sounds that make my chest swell with pride.
I hold her hips off the bed and slam into her. She reaches over her head, gripping the top of the bed and lifting herself in my hands. Her breasts bounce with each thrust I make. I slam into her hard enough to shove her head a little off the edge of the bed. She mewls, and her body slackens in my hold. Shifting so her ankles rest against my shoulders, I slide my thumb over her clit, drawing another purr of approval.
I grab her left ankle with my free hand and kiss it, teasing my teeth over her skin as I pinch and tease her sensitive bundle of nerves. Her cum covers my cock, and I move a little slower, determined to give her stars before I finish. Just before she can come again, I pull out of her and draw her body up toward my face. I lean forward and bury my mouth in her cunt, cleaning her with my tongue while she grinds against me.
Her hand finds my side, and her nails dig into my skin as her thighs tighten around my head. I release a throaty groan over her clit before sucking and running the flat of my tongue over her. She squeezes my head between her legs and rubs her delicious fucking pussy all over my mouth, making sure I memorize her taste. Lowering her hips onto the bed, I claim her lips and tease my tongue over her, letting her taste her sweet essence as I enter her again. I hold her head and thrust into her hard enough her jaw drops open, her pupils dilate. So I do it again. Whitney hooks her ankles behind the back of my legs, pulling me deeper into her.
“One of these days I’m going to make you crawl to me,” I whisper against her mouth. “I’m going to have you begging to suck my cock.” I thrust my hips again, relishing in the way her tits smash against my chest. “One day, trouble, I’m going to spit in that pretty mouth and face fuck you.”
She makes a noise that tells me she’s close. I kiss her again and keep my steady but punishing pace. I swallow a moan and rip my lips from hers, dropping my mouth to her throat and breathing in her chocolatey scent. Whitney’s pussy clenches, and I slam into her again, running my teeth over her skin.
It isn’t right. I shouldn’t, but all I want to do is mark her too. Claim her next to where my brothers left their bites, reminding Whitney that while she may have alphas, she has me too. She needs all of us. My chest rumbles in approval when she squirts, and I place my teeth on her neck, hesitating.
“Please,” she whines, turning her head to give me better access.
I can’t deny her. Sinking my teeth into her skin, I pick up my pace, jack hammering into her until my cock pulses and my name tumbles out of her mouth in a throaty rasp. The bond hits me so hard I pull my mouth from her throat, sucking in a sharp breath and staring at her while our souls twine around one another. The tether between us strokes over me with a soft caress. I shudder and grow hard all over. Our heartbeats and breaths sync until we become one rather than two separate beings. Her eyes glitter with what looks like tears, but a second later, she barrel rolls me, landing on top of me and riding me like she’s trying to stay on a bucking bronco.
I’m too shocked to do anything but hold her hips as she takes control. Whitney holds my gaze, forcing me to watch her dominate me. Demanding my attention and taking the pleasure she needs.
That’s when I realize I didn’t make Whitney mine, she made me hers.
