Jace

“Omega…” He purred the word, a dark prince happy with the actions of his subject, approving. “I’m going to mark you.”

“Yes.”

“Claim you.”

“Yes, yes, I need that, Jace.”

“And breed your tight little cunt. You’ll swell with everything I give you.” He paused before me, his bare chest gleaming. “You’ll be mine and only mine.”

He stopped for a minute, something I should have taken more notice of, but right then, I was a candle and I needed him to blow me out. I was on fire with need for him, a small whine escaping me as his hands went to his belt, making short work of it until it came free. Material, a barrier I couldn’t tolerate, was pushed aside until brown skin was revealed, making something clench down hard inside me. So by the time he shoved all the way out and his beautiful cock sprang free, I was rigid. I couldn’t move closer, couldn’t touch him, my fingers caught in some kind of cramp.

But I didn’t need to. He swept in, wrapped those massive hands around my arms, and everything inside me turned to liquid fire that followed the broad sweep of his hands up and down my body. Finally, he picked me up and laid me reverently down on the bed, and there he stood, staring at me, a slow grin forming as my body writhed, aching again, my thighs sliding open.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful…” he said, his voice ragged. There he was, so freaking tall, broad, and when his hand wrapped around his cock, giving it a few methodical strokes, thick. The tiny part of me that remained of the old Sloane looked upon this bounty and was a little worried, but my instincts shushed that. I was made for taking him, I knew that deep in my bones. My cunt gushed slick, signalling that readiness.

“The way this works…” He was trying to calmly inform me of the process, but he was hanging by a string too. I heard the shake in his voice, saw it in his hands, the effort it took to keep him back. “I need to claim all of you and you need to claim all of me. I won’t get soft or stop unless you tell me to.”

My thighs rubbed together at that, needing something, anything, and his mind was completely derailed by that. His eyes shone coal black as he stared at me, making me prolong and slow down the gesture. It was a seductive come-hither, or at least that was what it felt like, but he was the alpha so he shook his head.

“I’ll need to come in your mouth.” I nodded at that, feeling saliva pool in readiness. I could almost taste that salty sweetness. “I’ll need to knot your pussy again. Fill you with my cum.” My hand slid down, ready to cup my pubic mound, but he growled his displeasure at that. “And I’ll need to take your arse.”

I went quite still, staring down at that massive throbbing length with trepidation now where there had only been heat, but confusingly, that hadn’t entirely gone. Part of me could feel that burn, that stretch beyond anything I’d ever experienced before, making me feel full, fuller. I let out a little whimper, all my ambivalence there and more, but he just smiled.

“Oh baby, I’m go

He got on the bed, covering me with his body, and I needed that so much. My hand went up, burying itself in his hair, and his eyes closed for a second as I stroked my hands through it. They stayed like that as I traced the harsh planes of his face, a little broken and bruised from the fight, but underlying were features I knew now that I’d long to look upon for the rest of my days. This was what it was like, the way it worked for us—no doubts, no worries, no growing apart. What we were about to do would lock us together forever. I’d hated the idea of a heat when I’d heard about it in sex ed, but experiencing it… I smiled as I undulated under him, already wanting to feel the pulse of his body against mine. His eyes snapped open, those dark depths staring down at me, into me, then he smiled.

“You’re getting needy.”

“Yes, Jace, so much. I need—”

He silenced me with a kiss.

“I know.” This was said softly, quietly, and I could see it, the tenuous link between us about to be locked down. “I know exactly what you need, and I’m go

And with that, he kissed me, the faintest press of his lips, ones I felt like I could drop down into and drown, but we were too restless with the instincts that rode us to settle for that. Our mouths moved, taking a little bit more and a little bit more again, until our kiss was open-mouthed and messy, full of lashing tongues and biting teeth. Then he took my bottom lip between his, sucking it until it was swollen and then letting it go.

“I need you now,” he said, all mischief gone, only naked heat.

“Yes…” I hissed. “Yes!”

But I didn’t need to demand or cajole. For the first time in my life, I had everything I needed. His mouth on my neck, tracing every inch of the sensitive skin there, nipping, sucking, but not doing what I knew he needed to. I started to shift under him, restless, but a big hand pushed me back onto the bed.

“You want my fangs.”

“Yes, yes, need, Jace.”

“Soon, Sloane.” His voice was warm, gentle but firm, really, really firm. There was no arguing with him, and hence, I settled back against the mattress. “But I need to do this right, give you what you need, not what you think you want.” His eyes met mine, a reassuring brown now. “I’ll always give you what you need. Always.”

He watched me as best as he could as his kisses trailed downwards, mapping the slope of my breast, those cruel fingers finding one aching nipple as his lips found the other. He pinched one hard, sending a lightning bolt of pleasure-pain down inside me, my cunt clenching wildly as it felt like he tugged my clit along with it. But the other? It was all soft teasing brushes, his stubble the only harsh part, just passing those full satiny lips over the hard bead in the lightest of caresses, until I was screaming with frustration.

“What do you need, Sloane?” he asked and I responded with a guttural cry, but that wasn’t enough. “Use your words.”

Sounds garbled in my throat, messy and ill-formed as my brain tried to process the warring feelings. I searched for words, because that was what he’d demanded, just persisting in barely touching one breast with frustratingly light touches before tugging the other one roughly, creating fireworks of sensation. Then I found it, my focus crystallised on the one word.

“More!”

“That’s my girl,” he said before his head swooped down, his other hand circling my breast, squeezing it so the nipple popped up high and tight and ready for him. Then he took it, sucking it into his mouth, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh before suckling it over and over. My whole body stiffened as his fingers did the same on the other side, teasing me with rolling sensations that washed throughout me entirely.

“You’re sensitive there,” he said in approval, a boyish grin on his face. “When this is over, I want a day of just lying in here, teasing them, marking these fucking gorgeous tits, seeing if I can make you come by just playing with them.”

“Yes,” I forced out, the fire burning hotter inside me now. “Yes, more!”

He just chuckled as his head dropped lower, kisses scattered across my abdomen, my hip bones. They were sweet and made me shiver, my cunt clenching hard, so hard the closer we got. It knew what we needed, and while all this sweetness was nice, it wasn’t it. My tummy didn’t burn for him, my pussy did.

“More…” I reached for his head, tangling my fingers in his hair, trying to push him lower, but a chuckle came in response. He looked up at me, over the top of my mound, and gri

“Am I teasing you, omega? Do you need it hard and deep, not soft and sweet?”

“Yes!” I kept panting that, over and over.

“You might regret asking for that,” he said, then grabbed my hips and flipped me over. “Fuck, you’re so damn beautiful. All this creamy skin.”