Faith & the Dead End Devils (Sweet Omegaverse, #8)(34)
"Need you ready, soaked, nice and stretched for me," Bear growled before fastening his lips to my breast.
"I am ready—please, Bear!" I cried out, spreading my thighs farther apart, working myself on his fingers.
But he only moved to torture the other nipple, biting at it playfully, swirling his tongue in a hot, wet circle around the puckered flesh. His fingers on the back of my neck stroked and massaged, a confusing soothing motion that contrasted with the urgency of his fingers in my clutching cunt.
It didn't take long. Bear had already learned my little triggers, to start in a wide circle around my clit and then work his focus to the underside until I couldn't control the shaking in my legs. He knew how to find the softest place inside of me, where his knot would fit later, and mimic the same swirling motion there.
His purr thrummed through my breasts, down into my core, and my fingers clutched and tangled in his long curls. The obscene sounds of his sucking lips and plunging fingers made my face flush with a thrilled embarrassment, until the noise was rushing and pounding with my pulse.
I came with a cry of his real name, and Bear's head lifted, body tense against mine, his growl echoing with the high notes of my voice as my pussy clutched and coated his fingers in my release. I was catching my breath, shaking through the soft tremors, as he shifted, a blunt nudge joining his gentling fingers inside of me.
I blinked and stared up at his hovering face, soothing my hands down to his bristled jaw. He was getting himself ready, stroking himself with my glossy release, belly rumbling against mine with the purring melody that hadn't faltered since we'd kissed.
"I need you," I said.
"You do," Bear rasped.
And there was no hesitation, just a slight pressure, in and out, sinking a little deeper with every second. I moaned as he worked his way inside of me, gentle but persistent. He was thick, and while two fingers might've felt like a good stretch in preparation, at least three would've really been needed.
"Oh fuck," I gasped, chest heaving. There was a soft burn, but he was stroking against it, transforming the sting into a pulse and a heat that soaked into my very bones.
"Don't close your eyes, Butterfly," Bear hissed, before I'd even realized they were falling shut. "I need to see this look on your face. I need to watch how good I make you feel."
I whined, bracing my heels into the too-soft mattress, trying to raise my hips to thrust myself onto his length, almost wishing for more pain to distract from the heady pleasure.
"I'm gonna earn this," he whispered.
I reached up to my aching breasts, just trying to find a contrast to the slow stretch, the blooming pulse of pleasure in my cunt with every driving thrust from Bear's hips, but he groaned as I gripped myself, and I could've sworn I felt him swell inside of me.
My fucking eyes. I wanted to see his face too, although the way his hands shook on my hips as he drew me just a little farther onto his length was rewarding.
"Fuck me, alpha," I panted, licking my lips, noting the clutch of his fingers in my ass. "Knot me, Courtney."
He groaned, and I memorized the power that flooded me at the sound, the floating sensation.
"You gotta come for me first, Butterfly," Bear snarled, and his hand shifted, brushing over my clit, but his next thrust was rougher. "You gotta make me so slick and wet I slide right in, baby."
I whined, reaching back and clawing into the pillows, trying to find the leverage to shove him inside of me.
He leaned down, catching my mouth with his, our tongues tangling immediately, and drove in so deep that his knot pressed to my opening. I gasped, and Bear sucked on my bottom lip, moaning in protest as he pulled out nearly to the tip again.
"Come, Faith," he growled, and this time it was more of a demand, born of his own desperate need to be filling me up.
His thumb was on my clit, clumsy and desperate, and his thrusts were rough, missing the rhythm that he'd touched me with, occasionally pressing hard as if he could barely resist seating his knot in me.
I didn't know what was better—the full stretch and pound of Bear's cock, or the thrill of making him wild and needy, feeling the threads of his control unravel with every plunge inside of me, the claw of his fingers in my ass as he forced himself to pull out again.
He'd lost his finesse from minutes ago, and he let out the most beautiful groans. I squeezed, baring down on his length, crying out at the strike of him inside of me, forcing my orgasm closer.
"Come. Come on my cock, omega. Come for your alpha."
Mine, the starving creature in my chest snarled, and I came with a bright cry, squeezing at Bear's shoulder, pressing my breasts to him, arching my throat. He gasped against my neck, sucked a kiss that was insufficient to what I craved, and then his arms were tight around me, pulling me closer, closer, pressure like fire at my sex, making me howl.
Bear was huge, and his knot pushing into me gave me a brief moment of terror, like I was splitting myself in half, but I was still shuddering through waves of release and the pain was confused in the process.
And then there was only dense, pounding pleasure as he locked inside of me. My breath rushed out of my chest, and my legs and arms twined tight around the massive alpha as he sank in. Bear moaned and the sound was in my throat, echoing in my head, in my toes, drumming through my core. He rocked, and I whined as a new rushing beat of release struck me.