Jace

I knew exactly how that’d feel, my pelvis flexing to let him in, then fullness, so much fullness. I’d be caught on the spike of his lust, of his love.

I paused for a second, wondering where the hell that word came from as my fingers tightened, squeezing his knot in a way that felt brutal, but he just groaned in appreciation. The L word tumbled around in my mind as I took him deeper into my mouth, and combined with the salty sweet taste of him, I had a realisation. This was more than instincts, than our designations, than being thrown together by some hormonal glitch. Jace let out a long, frustrated groan as I pulled my lips off him and looked down his body.

He was muscular perfection, exactly the kind of alpha betas came trawling for on a Saturday night, but that wasn’t it. He could soften, all that muscle disappear, and I still wouldn’t want to be anywhere else. I continued to stroke him absently as I stared, until Jace’s eyes opened.

“Baby?”

It was that, all the sweetness in amongst the growl that had me stilling, my hand sliding down, then squeezing hard around his knot. His mouth fell open, his breath coming in frantic little pants, and despite the fact I could feel his cock throbbing, he didn’t push me. I remembered Snake’s little speech, the words sending shivers up my spine, but not for long. I couldn’t stay in the past, only be here in the present, with him.

“I…”

The part of my brain that formed words and put together sentences was offline, so it was a struggle, something he marked with a softening expression. He reached for me, ready to haul me up and in his arms, but that was for later, I knew that. Once we were done, once I’d experienced the ache of his bite in my neck, and that, that forced me back to the task at hand. I stopped teasing him, swallowing him down as far as I could as I swivelled my palm around the base of his cock, twitching my fingers in a way I was sure replicated my cunt when he was buried in it. A spurt of slick oozed out at that, telling me how much I needed that, but this first. My throat ached, not with the burden of sucking him off, but with a thirst only he could satisfy, my head moving faster, deeper, my lips suctioning tighter.

“Jesus, Sloane, I can’t take much more. Suck my cum, baby, suck it down, let me mark you as mine in every way I can. That’s it, love. Oh fuck, I’m close!” A hand went to my skull, caressing it gently, rewarding me for my efforts, until finally, every muscle in his body went tense.

“I’m coming…”

That was all the warning I got as he shot rope after rope of cum into my mouth, my throat working frantically to swallow every bit, but I wasn’t successful. I pulled away, felt some had leaked out, and then swiped the side of my mouth, collecting it and sucking it from my fingers.

“Fuck…”

I wanted him to look at me like this always, those eyes soft and now brown and filled with something so sweet, so intense, it made it hard to hold his stare. He looked at me like I were the most beautiful thing in the world, like I was all he’d ever need, and my heart thrashed wildly inside my chest at the thought of it. As I blinked, my gaze falling away, he dragged me close, tucking me up against his body before nudging my chin up so he could bury his nose in my neck.

“That was fucking amazing. I’ve never… I thought my balls were go

There he was. The dark prince was back, and he was pla

“Need to rut you, baby. Need to tug on that little butt plug as I drive my cock deep, force your little rosebud to open and close over it. I need it, Sloane.” He pulled back, staring down at me for a few frantic heartbeats. “I need you.”

“Need you too,” I squeaked out. “So much. Jace, I need—”

“Shh…” he said, stroking a hand down my back. “I know. I fucking know.”

13

Jace

She needed me.

That was the begi

I was trying to keep it together, be rational, and make this good for her in every way, but I was an alpha, and I had a beastly side that was clamouring for his time.

Rut.

The word rattled around in my brain. He was taunting me with it, reminding me, as if I could forget, that this was who I was. What had happened to my sister had left scars on us both, not the kind you could see with your eye, but the deeper ones we carried around inside. It was time for me to move on, and my beast was ready to push the matter this time.

I rolled fully above her, her legs falling open instantly, wet cunt on display, hips already lifting, encouraging me to ease the ache. An ache I understood, since the same fever was calling to me.

My mouth found the crook of her throat, and I nipped, relishing her little hiss. Fingers skittered over her belly all the way to her slick pussy, then farther down until they brushed against the base of the plug. She hissed again, then it turned into a groan as I sucked hard against her throat, careful to keep my fangs from breaking the skin because I wasn’t ready to bite her yet.

As my lips trailed, sucking more marks against her flawless skin, I toyed with the small plug, rocking it inside her just enough to wake everything up. My cock was stone hard at the thought of replacing it with me, making her mine in every way. I was sinking, I could feel it—the way my body was rising with a kind of feral hunger, even as my intellect was slipping. I’d never been with an omega before Sloane, never rutted one through their heat, but the guys had talked about it plenty.

Instinct. I needed to trust my beast for once. I needed to give him the lead in this and believe he would know what to do. He paced under the surface, goading me to let go, goading me to pull this little plug out of her virgin arse and give her something that he knew she would enjoy more. She whined and whimpered, hips lifting, getting impatient the longer I made her wait.

“I’m going to knot you while the plug is still in,” I said, the words a growl against her ear. “It’s going to feel so fucking tight and hot, and you’re going to take all of it like a good little omega.”

“Yes, please, Jace. Yes.”

I shifted, taking her hips in hand, hauling her down the bed and snagging her pussy with the tip of my cock, then I pushed.

“Fuuuuuck,” she groaned. The plug made her a dark kind of tight as I worked my length in deep.

“Fuck, yes,” I agreed. My beast threw his head back and roared. She was so fucking slippery, cunt fluttering around me as I began to rut her with deep thrusts, watching her tits jiggle with the force and her pretty face contort, while her nails were on my forearms, raking down my skin.

“Good girl,” I encouraged. “Mark your alpha.”

She did, and here I fell. The sounds, the sensation of my flesh piercing hers, her breathy gasps and groans, the flush creeping over her face, neck, and upper swell of her tits, it all called to me. My thumb found her fat little clit fully exposed and eager for attention. That quickly, she was coming over my cock, coating me with more of her slick, showing her alpha how well she enjoyed what he did, but I was ever sinking.

I powered through the muscles fisting over me, letting them coax my knot, while her cries turned guttural as I pushed one arm under her arse, braced my knees wide, and thrust deep over and over. Her nails moved to my shoulders, and my strokes slowed as I growled out my pleasure, working the thickening knot in and out of her slippery cunt. She turned wild in my arms, no longer welcoming, bucking, thrashing, sinking her teeth in and marking me, squeezing her cunt like a vice around me.