Faith & the Dead End Devils (Sweet Omegaverse, #8)(45)
My hands tore at his T-shirt until it was wedged far enough up his back that I could scratch at his skin, the muscles flexing under my grip in that same hard and determined rhythm. There was only one conclusion, and Chance grunted and pulled away from his forceful demand of a kiss as my nails dug in. I came with a shout, the sound almost mournful, the birth and death of pleasure in one moment. I leaned in and rubbed my breasts into his chest, eyes shut, trying to extend the wave rushing through me.
Chance's movements slowed, although they were just as deep, only stopping as I squirmed. He stepped back a fraction, and I braced one foot on the ground before reaching between us and grappling at his waistband.
"Fuck me," I gasped. Once was not enough. That feigned game of sex was not enough. I needed his skin. His teeth—
My head cleared as Chance laughed, grabbing at my hands and drawing them up his chest. Chance couldn't bite me. He wasn't an alpha.
In spite of that, the idea still sounded wonderful.
Chance released my hands and wrapped his arms around my hips again, lifting me up into his side.
"Not here, birdy. Be a good girl and clean me up, and then I'll make you come until you can't see straight."
I snorted at that. "That's hardly an ambitious marker. How about until I can't walk straight?"
"Deal," Chance growled, spinning us out from behind the counter and heading for the stairs.
18. CHANCE
I was coming to understand why Bear was walking around on clouds while simultaneously looking like someone had wrung him out like a dirty dishcloth.
I'd taken Faith into the shower with me, and she'd been a slippery little sexual monster the whole time, barely letting me wash the blood off my fists—the Wasted chumps'; I was only a little swollen and bruised—before she had her hands on my cock and was rubbing that hot pussy against my hip.
Now, with her dripping wet and clamping around three fingers, swollen lips open on a moan, I understood.
This shit was heady.
"More," Faith whined, not even done fluttering and already fucking my fingers with pretty little jerks of her hips.
Her dark hair was plastered over slender shoulders and an arching chest, inky arrows down to her waist, deep and rusty pink nipples peeking through the strands. I'd traced the tan lines of the bikini she'd been wearing, lapped at the pale skin I'd missed seeing before, and sucked a bruise onto the inside of her thigh after going down her.
Heady and constant. I was starting to prune and the shower was getting chilly.
"Fuck me, Chance, please," she panted, reaching to me with trembling hands.
She needed a knot, but she never begged for one. Just my name. My cock. My fingers.
"Please," she whined once more, stumbling forward.
I caught her in my arms, pulling my fingers free of her soaked pussy, hiding my grin as she sobbed out her objection. I'd seen her wild and anxious and frightened, but I hadn't realized that same desperation would be applied in urgent, explicit demands for fucking. I'd imagined my little birdy as shy and skittish. But she grew claws and sharp teeth to express her hunger, liked when I pinned her in place or bit around her nipple.
She was perfect.
Faith clung to me as I cranked the water off and then bundled her up in my arms. She would feel better in the nest. Also, that was where the condoms were.
It made me feel safe.
I'd made an omega feel safe, not by restraining myself, not being gentle. I'd been strong, fucking angry, and powerful. She'd seen all that, and it had made her wet. For me.
Faith's lips latched onto the corner of my jaw as I lifted her out of the tub. She liked that spot, kept nibbling on it and whimpering as I worked her up.
"Fuck me," she whispered, as if I could somehow forget that a beautiful woman was begging me to be fucked.
Not likely.
"Nest first, birdy," I said, but I only did a cursory sweep over our skin with the towels before tossing them on the counter and carrying her into the bedroom.
She shivered and snuggled closer, and I glanced at the dark fuchsia hue of the sky outside the window. How much longer did I have with Faith?
She wants me, I reminded myself. If Bear came back, he could wait his turn.
Faith hurried ahead of me into the nest, diving in as I opened the curtains, and I paused on the threshold, staring in as she settled.
She spread out on her back, legs stretched to either side and knees bent, a shameless offering. Her pussy looked as deep and pretty and pink as the sky behind me, open and shining with arousal, gaping with need.
"What do you need, birdy?" I asked, just to hear her say it again.
"You," she moaned, rocking her hips up into the empty air. No hesitation, no shyness.
Shameless desire, all for me. I fell to my knees, a little dizzy at the declaration and her thick perfume in the nest. The curtains hit my back as I drew them down. The light was golden in this enclosed cozy space, little droplets of water catching the bulbs' glow like stars on her skin.
That cunt flexed in eager welcome as I reached out, brushing a hand up and down the inside of Faith's thigh, and she wiggled her way closer like she could just help herself onto my cock.
"Condom and lube, birdy," I chided, tapping two fingers over her clit and making her gasp.
"I don't need lube," she huffed, but she was stretching an arm back to where Bear had said I would find it, breasts pointing high in the air in invitation.