Faith & the Dead End Devils (Sweet Omegaverse, #8)(10)



I realized that whoever was downstairs had finished, fallen quiet, and it made me shy of my own voice. I pressed my lips together and swallowed my whine as my shameless humping grew frantic.

"It's all right, Butterfly," Bear murmured. "Take what you need."

I left his hand on my breast, returning my own to his chest to steady me in my desperate rocking. His thumb brushed over my nipple, and I shuddered at the way the touch rushed through me, down into my core.

"Again," I gasped.

This time he took my nipple between two fingers, rolling it gently, not pinching but playing. My mouth fell open, but I refused to cry out. Bear's hand on my throat moved to my jaw, and then two thick fingers slid between my lips. My eyes widened, but I sucked on his fingers gratefully.

Suddenly, the chest beneath me vibrated, a low and heady sound rising up. Tears stung my eyes, and I squeezed them shut as Bear started to purr.

Safe. Home. Alpha.

It was a sound I knew to my bones without ever having heard before. It made my muscles unwind, making room for pleasure to flood in, to swallow me from head to toe. My orgasms on the run had been hasty, urgent releases, taken in shameful moments in the shower, or awkwardly with friends in the dark. This was slow and thorough, while tears rolled out of my eyes and over my cheeks as I shuddered and soaked the borrowed underwear.

Bear pulled his fingers free of my mouth and I gasped for air, still coming. His hand grasped my hip, continuing the rock and slide of my body, pulling me up so I was on his bare stomach. My eyes flashed open as I realized what he was doing, rubbing my release through the thin knit underwear directly into his skin, and it made me shake with another wave of toe-curling pleasure. I sagged forward, trapping his hand on my breast, wiping my tears off on his shoulder, and Bear kept me moving, kept the heat simmering in my cunt.

"You can…you can knot me," I mumbled into his skin.

I was starting to gain control of my own muscles again, moving myself on his stomach, aware of the slick and easy path I'd created there.

Bear pulled both hands away and then slid them under the shirt, up my back, petting me as I rocked.

Knot me. Bite me. Keep me safe.

But he didn't pull my shirt off over my head or push the fabric out of the way to plunge that now hard cock inside of me.

"Keep going, Butterfly," he murmured, ignoring my offer. "As long as you want. Just take what you need."

I gritted my teeth at the new pound of desire pulsing through me, rougher and more demanding than the one before. I whined, and Bear rolled us onto our sides, creating a gap between my hips and his stomach.

"No—" I whined, but it was short-lived as he pulled a hand from my back and pressed it through the fabric.

"Inside or outside?" he asked, the question almost empty of personal interest.

"In-inside," I stuttered.

He rubbed over my clit, and I realized why he was hesitating.

I reached down, pushing at the slit in the briefs, shoving Bear's hand past the wet fabric to touch me directly. His fingers were calloused and rough, but I was slippery and I arched with a cry as he studied me.

Did he not want this, not want me? If he didn't, if I couldn't make him want me, what would I do?

"Alpha," I whispered, reaching for his cock, finding it through the thick cotton of the sweatpants.

Bear's purr rumbled as I studied his length and rode his fingers.

"Alpha, I want you."

Bear shuddered, bucked into my hand, leaned forward until I was on my back, two fingers pushing into me, thumb circling my clit.

"You can have anything you want, Butterfly," he rasped, his cool brow pressing to my fevered one. His hair was curly, I realized, as it slipped across my cheeks.

I hiccuped as he fucked me with those thick fingers, braced my feet on the bed and rocked into the touch.

"But not my knot tonight," he added. I whined, and he nuzzled his nose against my cheek. "Too soon."

I had a plan. I needed Bear. I needed his bite and bond. Needed him to keep me. Keep me safe.

And yet for some reason, those words brought the same comfort and relief as his purr. I moaned and my cunt sucked on his fingers, and a pair of thick lips grazed over my open mouth as I came. My hand tightened on Bear's cock, and he purred and rubbed himself into the muffled touch, but no more.

"That's right, omega," Bear purred. "Coming so pretty for me."

I gasped at the words and the way they made the heat of release flash all over, right up into my cheeks.

"You want another?" he asked, purring through the words, drawing a shiver up my back and another aftershock to make me whine with a brush of his thumb.

I nodded, and Bear brushed another kiss over my nose. He had a nice mouth. I shifted, stretched, and studied it with my own—not quite a real kiss as we nuzzled our noses together. He was scenting me, like an alpha should to his omega. He was taking care of me. Keeping me safe. Satisfying me.

Not hurting me, refusing to rush.

I licked my lips and caught a taste of him too. He had a very nice mouth.

I released his cock, and he didn't make a single sound of protest.

I'd never had time to explore an alpha before, never been near one that I knew wouldn't bite me or knot me without my permission.

I am safe, I reminded myself.

Bear rubbed his cheek to mine and then against my neck. I arched my throat, and he only grazed a kiss over my pulse, no hint of teeth. I needed his bite. But maybe I could take just a little time first?

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