Faith & the Dead End Devils (Sweet Omegaverse, #8)(33)

My mouth dried up at the thought of spelling it out now.

"Do you want my mouth on these needy tits, Faith?" Bear growled, my name on his tongue as erotic as the offer.

I sighed and arched my back in offering, his breath rushing over my chest. But he didn't move closer until I whispered, "Yes."

I moaned as Bear licked a circle around my nipple and then moved to press a kiss between my breasts. But he ignored them further, hunching his back. His hands scooped my hips up and I stared, eyes wide and lips parted on a pant, at the foggy image of his face between my thighs.

"You want my fingers in this greedy cunt?" he asked.

God, yes, because his fingers were huge and perfect and they curled so wonderfully inside of me. But that wasn't all I wanted.

"Your cock," I breathed.

Bear stilled. "My cock?" he rumbled. "My cock where, Butterfly?"

I growled back and Bear huffed a laugh, starting to lower my hips. I spat the words out, that rough animal living in my chest clawing out her demands on my tongue. "I want your cock in my greedy cunt."

Bear was quiet and still for a moment, and I caught a rough breath, staring back at him as well as I could.

"I want your knot, alpha," I said, my voice surprisingly clear, just the slightest tremor at the end. And when he still didn't move, didn't speak, I found myself continuing, "I want you to fuck me with your cock until I come, and then I want you to stuff me with your knot."

Bear's hands tightened around my hips, and he let out a gusting breath that might've been laced with the words, "Jesus fucking christ," before suddenly he was on top of me, pushing me into the mattress, his mouth fused to mine in a brutal and starving kiss.

His fingers hooked into the hips of my leggings without him tearing away from the kiss, and I clasped my hands around his broad face, whining into his mouth as his tongue stroked against mine. He pulled my underwear down with the leggings, and I felt the stick of arousal clinging to my sex before I was bare. I drew my legs up to my chest, helping Bear wrestle me out of the clothing.

He snarled and purred into the kiss, lips ravenous and tongue thrusting as I struggled to catch my breath. When my legs were free, I wrapped them around his hips, shamelessly rubbing myself on his hard cock through his sweatpants, gasping and yanking my lips away to cry out at the friction of cotton knit on my tender, slick flesh.

"Gonna make this nest so rich with your perfume, it soaks into the walls, Butterfly," Bear hissed, scratching his teeth over my jaw, sucking a hickey on my throat. I nearly came at the draw of pressure, a meaningless mark so similar to the one I craved from him.

"Bear, please!" I reached around his back, clawed up his shirt to find his flesh.

He ducked and I nearly screamed until I realized he was shedding the layer, shoving the fabric into the depths of my nest and then pressing himself down on top of me, skin to skin.

I caught my breath and blinked at him, my lips already aching from his kiss, cunt tingling with the promise of release.

"You're so beautiful," he said, the words gentle, all the animal urgency from a moment ago sapped away. His thumbs stroked my cheekbones. "Seeing you like this, all pink with need…makes me so fucking hard, omega."

I hadn't expected that simple word, my designation, to cause a flood of sensation in my core, a sudden urgency to be touched, consumed. I whined, trying to climb into Bear, and he purred, moving his mouth farther away to my brief disappointment.

Until his fingers were tugging gently at my nipples, tongue and lips dragging over my chest, sucking one breast and then the other, back and forth as I thrashed and squirmed beneath him.

My legs around his hips pushed at the fabric of his sweatpants, wiggling them down inch by inch, until the sticky damp head of his cock was suddenly kissing my clit. I keened and froze as Bear pulled roughly on my nipple, one hand abandoning my breast to push himself the rest of the way free.

His cock slapped against my slippery sex, and we both let out quick bright shouts at the contact, Bear's voice muffled against my chest. He bucked immediately, his length stroking my hypersensitive skin, and I trembled as I clung to him.

"Gotta kick these off," Bear muttered, pulling away from me, hissing as I scratched his back in protest. "Need to be touching you, Butterfly."

I reached for his cock, wrapping my fist around him, grinning in victory at how slick I'd already gotten him. I'd been embarrassed of my own arousal once, but I couldn't recall that shame now, seeing the shine of my need on his length.

"Fuck. Fuck, I—" Bear growled, pushing my hand away and quickly yanking his pants off and out of the end of the nest.

I blinked at the cool dark of the room beyond the nest, and then Bear was drawing the curtains down, shuttering us inside. I stroked my foot against his hip, surprised by how even that little detail eased thin threads of tension in my body until all that was left was desire. The need to have this alpha—who had sheltered me and seen my weaknesses and needs, who had built me a nest—as close as physically possible.

"Bear," I murmured.

He returned to me, perfect weight and broad frame, one hand holding the back of my neck as he dove down for a plunging, stroking kiss. His other hand reached between my legs, fingers sliding inside of me, curving immediately.

My hands on his arms and chest found him trembling. It was as if it were him struggling against the sudden physical imperative of a heat, the need to fuck, to be claimed. I gasped as his thumb stroked my clit, and he pulled his mouth from mine, guiding it down my throat, over my collarbones, back to my breasts as he fucked me roughly with his fingers.