Faith & the Dead End Devils (Sweet Omegaverse, #8)(35)

It was too much and I wanted it to continue forever. There was no room for thought, and that was a sudden relief. I pressed my face to Bear's skin, let his scent flood my lungs, and gave myself over to instinct and ecstasy.





14. BEAR





I was going to lose my goddamn mind. It had been years since I'd serviced an omega, since I'd knotted anyone, but that was no explanation for the feral edge of my hindbrain taking over. That was all my Butterfly, Faith.

I reared up, pressing my palms into the mattress, and watched her wild face twist in agonized relief as my knot dug into her cunt, burying her in a new tide of sensation.

She was exquisite. Sweet and snarling, tender and demanding. And she had my knot in a vicious chokehold that made me fight to not cross my eyes and come at the first clench of her muscles around me.

Fuck, I was dying inside of her.

My teeth ached and I could smell her pulse, the air clogged with her thickly sweet perfume, almonds and coconut and a dense garden bursting with every beat of her heart. She was inside of my lungs, in my bloodstream, probably soaked into the roots of my hair.

I held my body still, testing my own faint restraint, and watched her settle and breathe.

"More," she moaned, reaching for me.

Lightning was licking down my spine into my balls, and there was no reason to resist coming. As long as Faith was squeezing and whining and sucking on my knot with that perfect cunt of hers, I would stay hard, drive us both mad with pleasure. Except I didn't trust myself not to sink my teeth in her.

She wanted me. She wanted me, my bite, wanted our souls fused together.

And King was right—I was already attached. I'd never wanted an omega this way before. Never wanted to possess and protect any of my clients, to bite them and leave them limp and helpless on my cock until they couldn't do more than come for me.

"More, alpha," Faith snarled, dragging me closer.

I took her lips with mine, aware of how swollen I'd already left her pretty little mouth, that pout dangerously full as it was. I worked my knot inside of her, stroked my tongue around hers, buried my growls and purrs in her throat, and fought the siren's call of her next orgasm as she whined and milked my knot.

How long could I last?

I needed a mouth guard.

I needed to take her from behind next, push her face-down into the pillows and make her present like a good little omega.

I groaned and tore from her mouth, the tension snapping in me as release clawed its way free of my cock, flooding between us.

Faith gasped and I forced my eyes open, her face slack and dreamy as I coated and filled her with snapping thrusts of my hips. Still, the craving didn't slack. She was thrumming and clenching around me, keeping my knot swollen and hard.

She whined, twisted, and arched, and I ducked down, feasting on those pretty, full breasts she offered.

I would give her everything. I'd destroy us both. I'd tear the nest down around us until we were shredded pillows and sweaty, boneless bodies.

"More," my pretty Butterfly whispered, softer now, tangling me in her long legs and arms like I'd caught myself in a lovely spider's web.

"Yes," I snarled, biting at her mouth, fucking her on my hard knot.

More and more, until our bodies couldn't take another second.





I woke to the soft tap of fingertips crawling over my chest. One breath—one snag of the taste of the air—and a purr was bursting from my chest.

The nest smelled obscene—fully coated in our scents and the tang of sex. My cock was sore, and for some insane reason that made me grin.

A moment later, I had the sense to wonder if that meant Faith was sore too, which was a less pleasing prospect, and I fought the heavy glue of exhaustion that was sealing my eyes shut.

"Butterfly, you okay?" I asked, stretching a limp arm down to wrap around the small woman attached to my hip.

She'd ridden me like a queen in the night, gasping and whining out nonsense begging words, coming on my knot repeatedly before collapsing like a limp doll on my chest. With a mix of amusement and shame, I recalled that she'd been riding because I was too weak and wrung out to keep fucking her on her back.

"I'm fucking amazing," she murmured, a sweet little sing-song note in her voice. "Was that my heat?"

A laugh burst out of me, and I hissed. Christ, even my abs were sore. "Shit, Butterfly. That was just the start." In fact, I wasn't even positive that last night wasn't just us. Alpha and omega, our base urges together.

But no, this wasn't just designation. I'd been with plenty of omegas, and none of their scents tangled up in my brain like Faith's. None of them looked so perfect spread on my knot, so sweet and pink and inviting beneath me. I was trained in caring for omegas, for their physical and emotional needs, but it'd never been as natural and as necessary to me before.

Faith's cheeks were flushed, and there were red smears on her throat from my beard, bruises from my claiming kisses. She smiled and squirmed, eyes wide and breath catching.

"Sore?" I asked, rolling into her, kissing those marks with a gentler goal.

The nest was still cozy and dark, barely lit by the bulbs around us, but there was a strip of sunlight cutting through the dark curtains past our feet.

"Just…aware," Faith murmured.

She'd given me her name, a soft promise of a word that suited her and made my chest ache. I licked a bruise and resisted the urge to wrap my arms around her like a vise. Someone had hurt this woman, treated her like careless cargo. I wanted to tear the world to pieces until I found them and destroyed them, but what was more important was simply holding her here, keeping her out of their reach.