She moans, her head resting against my shoulder, offering herself to me. Fuck yes!
I slide my hand around her hip and down her stomach, find her hand between her thighs, and cover it with mine. She’s drenched. Silky, scorching, swollen under my fingers, and when I replace her hand with mine and press two fingers against her clit, she shudders so violently her knees buckle. I catch her with my other arm around her waist, pulling her back against my chest, my cock twitching against her, and I stroke her in tight, slow circles while my mouth drags down the side of her neck.
Her scent hits me at full concentration, and my vision tunnels. Blueberries and lavender, and underneath it the unmistakable sweetness of an Omega in the early stages of heat. It’s so potent, so perfectly matched to my own chemistry, that a growl tears from my chest. My hips grind forward, and she gasps and reaches back, her hand finding my cock, coiling around it, slightly squeezing.
“Fuck!” I hiss.
I work my fingers over her swollen clit, loving how she’s melting in my arms. Then I pinch it, and she cries out, her chest arching.
“Call me your god,” I whisper in her ear. “Let me hear it.”
She’s shuddering and I pulse my grip, harder, then softer, and she’s barely standing upright, her breaths speeding.
“Come on, sunshine. Then I’ll reward you with my huge cock, stretching open this tight little pussy.” I squeeze her clit again, dragging the flat of my tongue across the softness of her neck, and she’s suddenly trembling violently in my arms, crying out her orgasm.
“Oh God, Corey. Fuck. You are my god. I can’t believe you made me say that!” She’s shaking so hard that I hold her upright against me, my hips rocking, moving my dick harder against her grip.
I chuckle, loving the sound of her words as I grip her against my body. Her orgasm is tearing through her like a storm breaking, every tremor rolling from her body into mine, her breath catching in sharp little gasps while she clings to me as if I’m the only thing keeping her from disappearing completely into it.
She’s panting, still pressed against me, heat-drunk and completely wrecked. When she finally turns her face toward mine, there’s a wicked little grin pulling at her mouth. Hereyes are cloudy, all that sweet awkwardness burned down to something darker and desperate.
It’s as though desire finally got its teeth into her and she loved the bite. Now she’s starved for more.
“So, Claire, are you ready to admit that you want me?” I whisper.
“Pretty sure my actions have answered you already.”
“Always nice to hear it,” I insist with a kiss on her shoulder.
She laughs while twisting to face me, releasing my cock and dragging that dripping pussy away from my touch. The loss nearly breaks what little control I have left. She curls her fingers around the back of my neck and draws me down until our mouths hover, breaths tangled, both of us shaking from the same reckless hunger.
“I have something to tell you,” she breathes, eyes glassy and wild, “but I can’t remember what it is right now. Fuck, Corey, that felt amazing, but I’m not done. I hope you know that.”
Her words drag something dark and possessive out of me. “Sunshine,” I murmur, my hands tightening on her hips hard enough to remind us both that I’m still holding back. “Then you’d better hold on to me tight.”
Her breath hitches, her body pressing closer against mine.
I lower my mouth to hers, and this time there’s nothing gentle left in me because I’m done pretending I can take my time.
20
CLAIRE
His mouth crashes into mine, and the world falls away. A detonation of heat and hunger, his hands fisting my hair, my spine arching against him, a purr rolling through my chest. That sound I rarely make belongs entirely to these Alphas and the way they unravel me, and right now Corey’s tongue is sliding against mine, and my brain goes completely offline.
His hands slide down to the backs of my thighs, where he grips and lifts me with ease. My legs snap around his hips, and the contact of his naked body against my exposed pussy sends a shock wave through me so intense I gasp. He moves, carrying me until my back hits the smooth wall, the surface cool against my flushed skin. And he pins me there with his hips and the full, devastating weight of him.
“I never thought I’d find this.” His mouth drags from my lips to my jaw, then lower, teeth scraping my throat. “Never thought I’d feel this starvation for someone, be this feral.” His grip tightens on my thighs, spreading me wider as he nudges impossibly closer. “You’ve ruined me, Claire. Completely fucking destroyed me and I don’t want to be fixed.”
“Good,” I gasp out. “Because I want you, Corey. I can’t think, I can’t breathe, I just need?—”
He shifts his hips, the head of his huge erection nudging at my entrance, and I stiffen all over. But he’s not pausing. Instead, he grins as he pushes into me, stretching me, and I cry out from the intense ache, the devastatingly incredible sensation. He thrusts in deep with a grunt, so hard and dominating that my vision whites out.
“That’s it,” he breathes, his forehead pressed against mine, his jaw clenched. “God, Claire. You feel… fuck.” His voice fractures on the last word, and the crack in his composure does more to me than any smooth line ever could.
I have no words, only rushed breaths, but he needs no prompts as he grips my ass now and fucks me, in and out, rapidly. My head tips back against the wall, and his mouth finds the hollow of my throat. My hips grind against him, chasing the pressure, the friction, the unbearable building heat that’s consuming me from the inside out.
My world has narrowed to his hands on my body, his breath on my skin, his cock ramming into me. Every cell in my body burns toward that single point, and I’m gripping his shoulders so hard my fingers are cramping, but I don’t care.