Faith & the Dead End Devils (Sweet Omegaverse, #8)(117)

"I want…to know what's going on," she said, staring as I laid the leather down on the rough table. "King?"

She was wearing a short little sundress, one that slid against her skin as I drew her to my chest. She hummed as I kissed her, softened and forgot her questions, her arms twining around my shoulders. Her lips were my favorite fruit, tender and sweet, and I feasted on them now. The short skirt slid up, and I cupped her ass in both hands, drew her hips to mine and held her there as I licked her sighs from her lips, soft little notes of confused pleasure.

The wind was rushing toward us, the air charged and heavy, a rare humidity wetting my lungs with every deep breath I took of Faith.

"Tell me," I said into her mouth, pulling away and biting at her jaw. She shivered as I ran a fingertip around the edge of her panties, over one cheek, and down to where she was hot and as wet as the coming rain.

"King, what is this—?" Her laugh was muffled against my mouth as I swallowed her question once more, kissing her until she was clinging and soft against me.

"Tell me what you want."

"You," she breathed, rocking her hips into me.

I purred, and she swooned back in my arms as I lowered her to the table, draping her down over my cut. There was a small line of buttons down the front of her dress, and they gaped slightly as she caught her breath. I unbuttoned them as the roar of the storm approached, exposed her breasts in the pretty green lace bra that made her blush even rosier.

Faith's eyes were hooded as I lowered my head, kissed around her bra and then tugged the cups down. Bear's bite shone at me and I licked the mark, groaning at the answering soft whine from Faith. I fumbled with my belt and pants, needing to be ready for her.

"I want you, King."

I purred into her breasts, slipped my hands under her skirt, and pulled her underwear down until she was lifting her ankles free. I tucked the fabric into one of my pockets, sucking on Faith's nipple as she clutched me closer.

My pants were slipping down my hips and I shoved them out of the way, stroking my cock hard. Faith's hands were tangled in my hair and I reached up, stroking her palms until they loosened. I knelt on the picnic bench, bracing myself over her, finding her gaze again.

"Tell me, princess," I said, smiling down at her.

"I want your cock," she whined, hitching her hips closer.

The first cool, wet drops smacked against my back as I notched myself at Faith's silky wet pussy, tucking easily into her body, a perfect fit. She moaned and a raindrop hit her cheek, and an enormous smile stretched across her face. She laughed, blinking up at me.

"I always had a fantasy about this," she murmured, glancing at the sky. "Sex in the rain."

I grinned at her, watching her face go slack as I slid deep inside of her, right up to the slow swell of my knot. "Is that so?"

"Mm… I'm going to get your cut messy, King," she said, pressing her hips into mine with a soft lift and push.

I lowered to my forearms, let my chest press to hers. She liked the friction of fabric against her nipples, and I could undress us both fully later. I bent my head to her ear, circling my hips to pull slowly out and glide smoothly in.

"That's the point, princess," I purred in her ear, nibbling the lobe and sucking it between my teeth as she gasped and arched into me.

The rain arrived in a roar and I sat up again, letting the drops strike against her chest and lips, watching the answering moan slide out of her mouth as her eyes fell shut. I fucked her slowly, my jaw clenched and my knot throbbing, her body trying to pull me deeper.

Rain soaked my shirt and plastered my hair down until I swept it back from my eyes. It made our skin stick together, washing her arousal away only for it to pool anew. Faith's hands slipped under my shirt, nails digging in to catch me and draw me closer.

"You have to beg for it," I rasped, waiting for the words she'd never asked but had always sat between us.

"Your knot," she gasped. "Give me your knot, King, please."

I growled but I wrapped my arms around her shoulders, pulling her closer, pressing hard at her opening. I thought I might just fall into her, give her what we both wanted and I refused to share until she told me the truth.

"It's not enough, princess. You have to tell me everything. You have to beg."

Faith stilled beneath me, her eyes blinking against the rain. It had turned her hair into inky strands, covered her face in a running dew, and made the shirt dividing our chests a second skin.

"Tell me what you want, princess," I hissed, pressing my knot to her opening but not letting it sink in.

Her mouth opened and closed a few times, and a kernel of doubt chewed into my thoughts. Had she never asked because she didn't want me?

But the words poured out, as hard and fast as the rain had arrived.

"I want you to put me before the club, to love me, and to be in the nest with me every night. I want you to be pack, and I know I can't ask because that's breaking your vow, and I know everything you built here is too important—"

I covered her lips, groaning, her tongue hungry in my mouth. It wasn't a battle, but there was a fight in the kiss, one to claim each other, and she was desperate. She thought she was facing losing odds.

I pulled away, and she sobbed briefly until I cupped her face in my hands, wiping the rain away and maybe a tear too.