Faith & the Dead End Devils (Sweet Omegaverse, #8)(118)

"Tell me," I said, one last time.

Faith sucked in a deep breath, terror warring with hope in her gaze. "I want your bite, King."

I groaned as I pressed in, her body resisting the knot briefly—the tension of pushing her to open up to me—until she sighed and gave way. She came, clenching and gushing on my knot, and I finally loosened my jaw, diving forward.

Her throat was pretty, Chance's bites on the right slightly faded, but I found the curve of her left shoulder with my teeth. I loved this tender muscle, the soft slope, loved running my tongue over the spot, tasting her sweat as I fucked her, loved the way her perfume gathered there, the way her hair curled to brush against it.

And I fucking loved sinking my teeth there as she cried out, arms clasping around my back, cunt squeezing on my knot. Her skin gave easily, blood sweet and thick on my tongue. I swallowed a mouthful, and my purr was as rough and ragged as the drum of the rain on the picnic table.

"Oh, god, King," she gasped, muscle flexing in my teeth. Her fingers dug into my back at the same moment the bond floated into my chest, nervous and thrilled and baffled.

I laughed into her skin, drawing my teeth out carefully, quick to lick the beading blood away and wrap my lips around the wound.

"Why didn't you say so? What about the club? What are we going to do?" But even as she ran through her questions, her hand slid up into my hair, stroking through the short strands. Her neck stretched and arched and she sighed, the nerves fading slowly. "You're sure?"

My purr was steady, and I spoke through the rattle, keeping my chest pressed to hers, rocking my knot inside of her. "I'm not an impulsive man, princess. I've been making this decision in small steps ever since I realized what a fucking mistake it was to call Preston."

She grunted, and I soothed the reminder of the alpha with a stroke of my tongue over the bite. Arousal was hot and silky in the bond between us, but the rain was slowing and my clothes were heavy and abrasive and it was going to get cold soon. I needed to get Faith into the nest. Preferably both of us into a hot bath first.

"You have a plan?" Faith asked.

I licked at the bite, grinned at her hiccuping moan, and lifted my head. "I do. Starts with this," I said, sitting up enough to reach between us, rubbing damp fingers over her slippery clit.

Bear had offered instructions on how to disengage a knot without hurting the omega when I'd mentioned worrying about sudden emergencies or interruptions. There was no emergency now, but I didn't want to have Faith knotted on a picnic bench. Rain might be a romantic fantasy for her, but the cold reality of the wind afterwards would be less so.

"King," she keened, rocking into my touch.

I pulled at my knot slightly, gritting my teeth against the pressure. Faith keened and shifted, trying to push me in deeper. I pressed at her clit harder and she gasped, eyes flying open and a noisy cry rising from her lips. The others would hear her. I bucked in, rewarding her with a rough thrust, and then finding her a little looser as I pulled back again.

"Come for me, princess. I need my omega to come again," I growled.

I lowered my head and licked at the bite mark, growing dizzy in the swarm of need and pleasure and joy, and as Faith came—abrupt and loud and messy and beautiful—I pulled my knot free. I yanked myself away in order to watch the sudden spilling of slick and cum between her thighs, onto the leather of my cut.

"Oh my god, oh, fuck," she groaned, shaking and starting to roll away.

I pushed her hips down with one hand, pressed two fingers inside of her, and scooped gently, more messy fluid on my hand. She sat up on her elbows, eyes wide, and watched as I rubbed it all into the leather.

"What are you doing?" she murmured.

I sucked my fingers clean and then reached to her dress, buttoning her up slowly before pulling her in by the neck and kissing her roughly as she gaped at me. She followed my mouth as I pulled her up from the picnic table, setting her on wobbly legs and then picking up my freshly christened cut, sliding it back on over my wet shirt.

"King?"

"We're making a statement. Come on, princess," I said, taking her hand in mine. "Gotta do one thing before I get you back on my knot in your nest."

She blushed and stumbled along at my side as I wrapped an arm around her shoulders. I marched us back to where we'd left the others. The club was soaked and laughing, drinking, someone passing out beers from the cooler, and no one gave us a second glance as we approached. Not until I slid my arm back across Faith's shoulders, scooping up her wet hair and pulling it away from her neck to expose my red, bloodied bite.

"Everyone listen up," I called.

Faith was frozen, eyes wide and cheeks flushed, but it was a booming excitement in the bond, a heady thrill that made me grin.

I stared out at the crowd as one by one they turned, caught sight of the fresh wound on Faith's shoulder, and smelled her release on my cut. "I know our laws, my vow. But there's nothing in this fucking world that would make this woman anything but mine. There are changes coming in the club. I am marking my omega with pride, and if anyone takes issue with that, you can speak tomorrow at church. Until then, I don't want to hear from a fucking one of you. Understood?"

A few alphas scowled, others laughed, a few loyal friends even clapped. My pack, and Faith's brother's pack, all cheered. I found Rider's stare and released Faith's hair from my grip, grabbing her hand instead and pulling her back to my side.