SIXTEEN #2
His roaming hands scorch my skin, and soon I’m writhing on him again, choked moans breaking free before I can contain them, Devon’s deep, low groans fanning the flames.
“I want to be under you, alpha,” I coax him, reveling in the way his eyes darken, black pits of desire zeroing in on me. “I want you to fuck me like you own me, like I belong to you.” I tighten my grip on his hair, and he growls at me. “Fuck me like I’m yours.”
His mouth curls into a deadly smirk that makes my cock pulse, and I’m on my back in seconds, pinned under him.
He spreads me open, holding me in place, one knee wrapped over his hip, one bent to my chest as he sinks inside me, watching himself disappear in my body. Watching my hole swallow his hard cock.
He keeps me just like this, exposed to his hungry gaze, fucking into me, and despite everything we’ve done, everything we’ve said to each other, I can feel myself blush, biting on my knuckles as I watch him take me.
There’s nothing civilized about the look he gives me, his smile both dark and playful.
“This what you wanted?” he grates out, thrusting hard, deep, faster, our skin slapping together. “Is this what my omega needed?” His angle changes, and he hammers my gland mercilessly.
A scream builds, but I never get the chance to let it out as he wraps his hand around my throat.
Despite his strength, his hold is gentle, more possessive than overwhelming. His eyes sparkle when he gives me a light squeeze, and my body tightens around him instinctively, pulling a guttural grunt out of him.
“Yeah, you love this, my sweet.” He hovers over me then, covering me, caging me in as I melt under him.
His hips grind into me, and I cling to him, needy whimpers falling from my parted lips as devastating pleasure coils inside me so tightly it hurts.
It hurts so good. “Tell me who fucks you,” he rasps, pounding me ruthlessly. “Tell me who owns you, little omega.”
“Y-you.” I cover his hand on my throat with mine. “My mate.”
His thrusts stutter, his movements betraying how much he wants me, how much he’s trying to control himself, to keep himself together so he doesn’t come.
He doesn’t have to; I’m so close I can taste it. And I want more.
“I want you deeper.” I hike my knees higher, so that the next time he fucks into me, he rubs against my womb. I tremble, and he sucks in a breath, his eyes molten silver.
“You want me to breed you like I did that night?” His voice is rough, thick, ruined. “Breed this beautiful body, pump you full of me until you’re marked inside and out?”
My mind is hazy, my heart racing, my orgasm building and building with nowhere to go. His hand on my throat is the only thing keeping me grounded, keeping me from flying away.
“Y-yes. I need you, Devon.” My knees tighten on either side of his flanks, urging him to give me more.
“It’s been—” A choppy gasp punches out of me when he presses hard against that soft pouch inside me, the violent flash of pleasure almost robbing me of reason. “It’s been so long since you bred me.”
A tortured sound tears from him as he surges forward, and my womb gives in around his tip, sucking him in.
And I just… break.
Heat rushes down my spine, and floods my belly, ecstasy washing over me, drowning me, consuming me as my body pulses over and over.
“Sam… Oh fuck, Sammy,” comes Devon’s voice, followed by slow rolls of his hips as he stirs me deep.
I cry out, feeling him come inside me, feeling myself come all over him, slick and cum flowing out of me while he fucks me through it.
“Fuck, yes,” he growls, releasing my throat to wrap his arm around my waist, and keep us connected. “Fucking drench me. Take it all. Take my cum like a good mate. Like the good, perfect mate you are.”
His eyes are crazed, and wild, and soft, so damn soft as he pours himself inside me.
It’s impossible not to reach for him, not to cup his face and pull his mouth to mine, not to taste the aftermath of his need for me on his tongue, not to feel the tension draining out of us while I kiss him slowly, even as his knot grows, even as he keeps rocking inside me, pushing more cum in me.
He nips at my lips, purring when his knot tugs at my rim, and I whimper softly.
“Nobody else touches you,” he murmurs, trailing kisses across my cheek, down my neck. “Nobody else fucks you, knots you, breeds you, looks at you, Sam.” He lifts his head, and there are storms and clear skies in his eyes. “You’re mine. Mine to keep. Mine to hold. Mine to love.”
My throat burns as my arms curl around his neck, every inch of our bodies touching.
“Yours. Only yours, Devon.”
He smiles in the pale morning light, his hair completely out of place, dark stubble covering his face, crinkles at the corners of his eyes, and I’ve never seen him more handsome.
He shifts us carefully until I’m splayed on him, my legs on either side of him, and I sigh when I settle on him. His fingers card through my hair, and I can’t stop looking at him. He doesn’t seem real.
“Are you mine too, now?” I do nothing to hide the longing in my voice.
His gaze bores into mine with an intensity that makes my skin pebble.
“I’ve been yours since that first night at the hotel,” he says simply, and damn if my heart doesn’t stumble.
His caress is so tender as he goes on.
“I… uh… went a little crazy when I woke up and you weren’t there.
” The hesitancy in his tone makes me swallow thickly.
“Finding the bed empty, the sheets and the pillow next to mine still smelling like you…” He lets out a humorless laugh, his hand never ceasing its gentle petting.
“To say I didn’t like it would be a gross understatement. ”
“Yeah?” I manage to ask, the word barely above a whisper.
He nods, eyes locked with mine, his hand moving further down, his knuckles trailing up and down my spine.
“I asked the hotel about you, but you weren’t staying there.
I called my company, and I was seconds away from having you tracked down before I realized what I was about to do—stalk you, invade your privacy.
” He shakes his head, and my fingers curl on his skin, trying to grab on to him, my knees tightening on either side of his hips.