Chapter 50
Wilder
Lucy’s sweet pussy was pink and puffy from her orgasms. Slick and cum dripped from her onto the sheets. A snarl tore through my chest, my alpha furious at the thought of even a drop of her sweetness being wasted.
I’d never done this before—never done anything sexual before—but I followed my instincts and dove in to lick her from ass to clit. I would do whatever I could to make this good for her.
I was drunk on her in an instant, addicted after my first taste, and I would never get enough.
Watching her with Leo and King had been enough to drive me fucking insane.
My alpha fought against the bounds of my rut suppressants as I struggled to maintain control of my instincts.
I had taken two extra pills before entering her nest. Holding myself back from her until they kicked in had been fucking torture.
Nothing could have prepared me for what it would feel like to have my omega spread before me, crying out for my cock.
It was heaven and hell, wrapped up in one.
Heaven because she was my everything, my dream come true.
Hell because my diagnosis meant that at any moment, I was seconds away from succumbing to my rut and harming her.
My fear was the only thing grounding me as I continued feasting on her. I was so dizzy from the suppressants that I could barely keep my eyes open, but I didn’t stop. A purr rumbled through my chest, and Lucy whimpered as she tightened her hold on my hair.
“Please, Wilder. Please, please. I need you inside me.”
My girl was begging for my cock and I couldn’t give it to her. I should have slowed things down, stopped her before I entered the nest to tell her everything—how it was too dangerous for me to fuck her, how the safest thing for her would be for me to leave—but I was weak.
I pressed a finger into her tight channel, wishing it was my cock.
I added a second fingers and curved them toward me.
“Your pussy is fucking strangling me.” I added a third finger and curved them toward me.
She opened so beautifully at the stretch.
My knot fucking ached with desperation to be inside her.
“That’s it. Come for me, sweetheart.”
She cried out, her pretty little cunt squeezing my fingers as I worked her swollen clit until she came, a fresh burst of slick soaking my beard.
I couldn’t stop, couldn’t tear myself from her as she rode the waves of her orgasm.
I had never seen perfection like her.
Finally, all the tension seeped out of her, but there was nothing relaxed about the rigid set of my muscles.
I moved over her body with a growl, my fist working my cock so hard it was painful. I came seconds later, splattering her stomach and chest with my release. If I couldn’t come inside her, at least I could mark her with my scent.
Her wide eyes met mine as she caressed my jaw. I tempted fate by pressing a soft kiss to her lips. Our first kiss. My heart ached when I forced myself to pull back.
It was too easy to lose myself in her.
“I’ll get a cloth,” I muttered. I headed to the bathroom down the hall, drawing in big gulps of air as I tried to clear her scent from my lungs. It was useless. Lucy was imprinted on my soul.
When I returned to the nest, my omega was half asleep as Leo and King stroked her hair and kissed her.
I washed my cum off her skin, leaving just enough that my scent would be potent without her feeling sticky. I tossed the towel in the hamper in the corner and moved to the edge of the nest.
I couldn’t make myself leave, but I needed to create distance. King met my gaze with narrowed eyes but said nothing. He wrapped Lucy in his arms until her back was plastered to his chest, and I fought my primal urge to howl with jealousy.