CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN - BIRDIE #2
A shudder runs through his big frame, his breath warm on my neck.
“I want that more than anything, but I can’t be trusted not to claim you.
” I pull back to look at him through hazy eyes and his thumb strokes over my heated cheek.
“Every nerve in my body is hungry for you, Omega. I want to bite you so badly, my teeth ache.” I stiffen at the imagery, and he kisses away the frown lines on my forehead.
“But I’ll muzzle myself before I take more than you’re willing to give. ”
“I don’t want that,” I say quietly, pressing a finger to his lips. I’m addicted to his kisses. I even love that he has to keep a tight leash on his hunger. I’m just not sure that I’m ready to find out what happens after he’s sunk his teeth into my neck.
“There’s another way I can claim you,” he says quietly, gripping my hips and watching my face. “Scent marking.”
I’ve never heard of it. “How does that work?”
“You scratch me. If our pheromones are activated, I’ll absorb a part of your scent into my skin.” A rumble of satisfaction vibrates in his chest, and I shiver at the primal sound. “Everyone will know that you favor me.”
Favor him. It’s an old-fashioned term, from the days when courting was very formal, but I didn’t know it involved skin under your nails.
“And if you scratch me? Does it work the same way?”
His nostrils flair, and I can feel him growing hard in his boxers. I can’t resist squirming a little and another, deeper sound resonates out of his chest. “It works the same. But I don’t want to hurt you, Omega. Your skin has been through enough…”
“But this would be a good scar,” I counter, deliberately pressing down against his growing length. The combination of his thickening scent and obvious arousal is making my head spin, and I reach down to cup him through his boxers. “It’d also be the first one I’ve ever asked for.”
He groans, but his defeat still has a hungry edge, and I squeeze his cock.
He’s so hard he’s tenting the front of his boxers, and I wiggle forward, pushing my advantage.
My thin sleep shorts are already damp with slick, and I angle my hips against his swollen shaft, rubbing it softly.
Hog’s hips jerk and he tips his head back into the pillow, biting off a groan.
I wait until the front of his boxers are wet with our combined arousal before I murmur, “If we come at the same time, we won’t even notice the pain. ”
“Pain?” It takes a moment for his brain to reset, but then he surges up, sweeping me onto his lap. He’s leaning back on his thighs, and I keep my legs wrapped around his hips as he rubs against me. “Omega…” he growls, licking my throat, “tell me you want me to sink inside you and scent mark you.”
“Yes!” I hiss, because he’s sucking on my gland again, while his big hands lift me to my knees.
He strips off my shorts, and they disappear over the edge of the bed in a flutter of cotton.
I wiggle back onto his lap, and he presses a thick thumb to my dripping core.
“I want everyone to know that you favor me.”
Words that I never expected to leave my lips, but Hog smiles, his eyes dancing with happiness. I know I told him I wanted to keep things casual, but how am I supposed to do that when his scent calls to me like a siren’s song?
We kiss, sinking into each other’s mouths like we’ll never get enough.
His hands drift from my shoulders to my bare ass, and I wriggle forward, desperate to feel his heat against my flesh.
I shudder as my pussy rubs on his thick head, but Hog holds me back for a moment.
“No knot. It’s almost impossible to resist the bite when you’re knot-deep in your scent mate. ”
This is news to me, but I’m glad that someone has the brain function to call it out. “Okay, no knot. But I still want to feel you inside me.” He groans, his hands digging into the flesh of my ass and I add, “Just give me whatever you think is safe.”
He bites off a curse, but he reaches down and pulls his cock through the gap in his boxers.
I don’t know if he’s just in a hurry, or if he thinks that flimsy scrap of fabric will keep his knot under wraps.
“Just the tip,” he says, running a hand down his shaft.
“Anything more, it could trigger my knot.”
My mouth waters, and he groans again, his hand slowly pumping his shaft. A drop of pre-cum glimmers in the moonlight and I scoot forward like I’m under a spell. Peeling myself open, I lift my hips and notch his head against my opening.
His cock is built to fit his frame, thick and veiny with a perfect, bulbous head.
Maybe in different circumstances I’d be intimidated, but all I feel is a sense of victory as he pushes the first few inches inside.
The stretch is impressive, and I bite back a hungry whimper as he grips my hips.
The temptation to grind down and suck it all the way in is overpowering, but I hold still under his hands.
“I think your tip is another man’s mountain. ”
He chuckles, but his face is flushed, his eyes dilated to black discs in the dim light. We’re both panting, and as much as I love to see the pleasure in his eyes, I can’t take my eyes off my pussy. It’s stretched wide, slick glimmering on my folds as his cock rocks gently inside me.
I want more. I want to push him on his back and sink down until he fills every inch of me…
“Scratch me, Omega,” he says quietly, placing my hands on his shoulder blades. “I want to feel your nails in my skin as I fill you with my cum.”
My pussy spasms, and his cock slides in another inch, bringing a cry to my lips. He looks at me in alarm, but I shake my head, clenching my walls so he doesn’t try to pull out. “It just feels so good,” I tell him, digging my nails into his back. “Show me how it feels for you.”
His grip is a lot gentler than mine, but our bodies are moving in tandem now, rocking against each other in a promise of more.
I circle my hips, squeezing and rocking to maximize the friction.
A beautiful blush is spreading over Hog’s cheeks, his eyes burning into mine as I finally tip over the edge.
I throw my head back and tip my hips forward, vaguely aware of his cum pumping into me as I scratch his shoulder blades like I’m trying to carve my name.
“Next time,” I gasp through the slight flare of pain on my back, “we’re going for the whole damn mountain.”