She’s mine and everyone should know it.
I nearly growl into her hair as I think about the fact that I can’t do that, not yet. It’s too soon, too impulsive, but one day I could see it.
The idea of there being another Alpha mark on her neck is something I’ll have to work through, especially if it’s with that prick.
“Hey,” she says, turning around in my arms. Her soft hands cup my face as she smiles at me. “I want this. I want you.”
Those are the only words I need to hear as I reach out, pushing her dress off her shoulder. She stops touching me, only long enough to let the expensive garment fall to the floor.
She’s a fucking vision in a white lace bra and panties that are drenched in slick. I’ve seen her in a bathing suit before, but nothing prepared me for this.
Claire has these instincts pouring out of me that I didn’t know I was capable of. Maybe they lain dormant, waiting for an Omega. Or maybe it’s even simpler than that. I was waiting for her.
I pick her up by the waist and carry her over to her bed, tossing her down gently, momentarily distracted by the way her tits bounce. I can’t help but to kiss them, sucking her nipple through the white lace, making the fabric translucent with my saliva.
She holds my hair, her body arching up to mine, begging for more. My large fingers slide down the delicate straps, moving them down her arms, and she helps remove the material, baring her chest to me.
The slightest tan lines are there from her time in the sun and that has my cock weeping with need.
My hand splays across her stomach before I trail down to her pussy.
“You need your Alpha to take care of you, don’t you?” I ask her and she whimpers.
“So bad.”
“Have you been thinking about it all day, princess? The way I’d have to tease and play with your body so much that you’d have enough slick to take my fat cock and knot?”
“Oh fuck, I didn’t expect that,” she says, her perfume filling the space so thickly that I might just fucking come in my pants.
She shoves at my jacket, helping me push it off my shoulders.
“I’m stealing this one too,” she states, and I smile at her. She can steal everything I own if it brings her comfort. But it’s not things that Claire needs. It’s my scent, it’s me, and the thought is heady.
“You’re not going to need it.”
“No?” she asks as my fingertips toy with the hem of her panties.
“No. Because you’re going to be so full of my cum, you won’t be able to get rid of my scent for days.”
“You continue to surprise me.” Her breasts rise and fall with her panted breaths and I can’t wait a second longer as my hand slips underneath the fabric, gliding through her obscenely wet cunt.
I moan, leaning forward and taking her breast into my mouth as she cradles the back of my head and I strum her clit.
“Just like that. Don’t stop, please, Alpha,” she lets out the words and my whole body shivers.
I look up at her, and she’s watching me, not an ounce of shyness or concern on her beautiful face, just pure bliss. I want to watch her fall apart over and over, begging me all night to not stop.
Her hips push off the bed, pressing harder against my hand, and I don’t let up. She’s making the softest little sounds of pleasure when her head falls back, her soft pouty lips parting as she moans her release.
Slick covers my fingers as I move my hand lower, pressing into her warm entrance.
“These need to go.” I shift over her body, pulling the panties off of her legs and pocketing them. She watches the motion with a smile. “Seems only fair.”
“Only fair indeed,” she says, spreading her legs for me.
I drag my hands down her soft legs, staring at her pussy. Claire spreads her legs wide, giving me a show.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I tell her, before leaning down, grabbing her ass and scooting her sweet center right to my mouth.