Jace

“I’ve got a sister that I look after too. She’s an omega, but, Sloane?” This kiss was slower, deeper, much more thorough, claiming my mouth until I was forced to pull back and suck breaths in. “What’s yours is mine, baby. Your worries.” A kiss on my collarbone. “Your concerns.” One on my neck, making me arch my spine. “Your responsibilities.” His teeth, fastening on the skin there, just holding a fold until I began to squirm, feeling an alien need for more. For those sharp fangs to clamp down, breaking the skin as he broached me, spearing inside as he marked me much more thoroughly than he had last night. A small whine escaped me in response, but he chuckled, pulling back and staring down at me. “I told you, I’ve got you, Sloane.” His eyes roamed across my skin. “All of you.”

What was left of me, Sloane, beta, sister, daughter, thrashed around inside me, fighting to get free, but I was an omega in the presence of a very big, very hard alpha, so that got pushed rudely to one side. Instead, something so completely alien happened. My body went limp, my heart rate begi

A him that saw my moment of weakness and intended to exploit it as best as he could, for my benefit.

He’d called it rutting, but right now, it didn’t feel like that, the word not fitting the way he seemed to read my body as he went up on his knees, stroking his hands up and down me in an almost soothing caress. There were none of the cruel pinching fingers of last night that had made me insane with pleasure. Instead, he seemed content to drive me mad in a much more gentle way.

“My beautiful girl…”

His hands spa

“These…” My breasts were dwarfed by his hands and aching for more, his fingers tracing the outer ring of my nipple but no more. “I could spend my fucking day exploring every inch of these and call it good.” My areola puckered in desperation, the points begi

What. The actual. Fuck. What should’ve hurt only made my nerve endings sing. This had begun all gentle and sweet, and here was I, wriggling like a fish because I couldn’t tell where the pleasure ended and the pain started.

“Soothing them with kisses until I scent that your slick is begi

And then there it came, one set of fingers holding my breast ready while his mouth descended on the other, his tongue tracing, flicking, then his lips closing over where I ached the most and sucking.

That was the problem with people you’d had fucking hot sex with—their every action reminded you of past successes. I knew the prickle of his stubble, the firm stroke of his tongue all over my body, and the rest of it screamed for more of the same. Finally, I did as he asked, being a good little omega, slick coming out of my cunt in a gush. His head jerked up, and for a split second, I felt a childlike rush of shame. This was so embarrassing, like a child getting caught wetting the bed, but his expression killed that feeling dead. He stared at me for a moment with an attitude of reverence, as if that small involuntary act was a gift of great magnitude to him.

“You’re still getting used to this body,” he said, way too insightfully, “but I can show you exactly what it’s capable of.” A finger slid down my midline, down, down, tracing a small circle around my belly button before going lower, to exactly where I needed him. I began to shift, twist, but his hand clamped, keeping me where I was. “More pleasure than you know what to do with. More than you can get your head around. More than you’ve ever known. Do you want that, Sloane?”

What could I do but nod furiously? Alpha, beta, or omega, it didn’t make a difference, not when faced by this. Sweat prickled over my skin, and it felt like a fire followed in its wake before chasing his fingers between my legs.

“Up on all fours, love,” he said, more growl than instruction now. I wasn’t about to say no, hearing the desire there. “I need you open and ready for me. All of you.”

I didn’t think too much about that, scrambling to do as he said, the promise of pleasure singing in my blood, nor did I notice the sound of a bottle cap being popped and a wet squirt, but I soon found out as I knelt there, head buried down in the pillows, sucking in mouthfuls of his scent. It was that which had my head spi

“Don’t fret, omega,” he said as I began to move restively, struggling to stay still, to process what he was doing. “You’re still getting to know what you are, and I’m going to help you.”

That was all the warning I got as he raised the hand not tracing the outline of my butt, then brought it slapping down across my pussy, dragging a scream from me, but not from pain precisely. An intense, intense warmth spread from the impact site, out and into my body, my cunt convulsing frantically.

“You haven’t had enough, omega,” he said as he massaged his fingers through my folds, spearing inside me for a second, enough to drag a low, drawn-out moan from me. And my clit? Sometimes, it had felt like the bloody thing was MIA when I was having sex with betas, but now it throbbed, pulsing with that same fire that had been building within me since we’d started this. When he stroked it, an honest-to-goodness growl escaped me as my whole body shuddered with pleasure.

“Come now,” he said in a cajoling tone as a thumb was thrust in. “Just a little one. Something to take the edge off before we build up to the main event.”

I’d always snorted at CEOs ordering their secretaries to come on command in the romances I’d read to try and get to sleep, but I’d never factored in the alpha component. My body was his, humming wildly to a tune he created and that deadly sense of knowledge, that he knew exactly how I’d respond before I did, which resulted in this. His short, thick thumb pushed inside my cunt, teasing me with its lack, reminding me just how good it felt to be filled by him. I did just as he said, feeling a rush of pleasure somewhat ruined by being knotless, which was reflected in my inarticulate cry.

“Not enough for you, omega?” I heard the smugness in his voice. “Don’t worry—with me, you’ll get everything you need, always.”

There was a threat in his words, but mainly, it was an honest, heartfelt promise, that ragged tone something I held onto as he pulled his hand back.

Jace

Her responses were everything I’d heard of. We were new to each other. She was new to being an omega, while I was new to being with an omega. So yeah, we both had a lot of learning to do. What we did last night had been rutting, but this…this was sensual play. I’d done this before, many times, but never on this level, never with this co

Never with Sloane.

“Please,” she said, like she didn’t know exactly what she wanted, only that it was more than what she’d gotten.

“You need more, love?” My slick fingers traced along her pussy, catching her sensitive clit. She gasped and pushed back, groaning when I took my hand completely away from the little nub. Her arse was fucking perfect, and I took my time squeezing and petting it, liking how it filled my big hands, but that little puckered rosebud was definitely calling to me. Time to explore how sensual a creature she was. As my fingertips traced a circle around that arsehole, a shudder rippled through her.