Faith & the Dead End Devils (Sweet Omegaverse, #8)(46)

I leaned forward, ducking my head and wrapping my lips around one of those sweet offerings, sucking on the budded tip. She was probably right. Even after showering I could easily slide two fingers back in, which I did eagerly.

She dropped the supplies within reach, and then her hands were stroking through my wet hair, holding my mouth to her breasts. I nudged my ring finger at her opening and wiggled in with a soft resistance that just made my omega moan and rock into the touch.

"Yes, yes, more, please."

I grinned, nibbling my way over to her other nipple, and teased her with the press of my pinky finger.

Faith's grip in my hair tightened, her back arched, and her slippery sex sucked the digit in.

"Oh god, Chance, yes!"

My eyes widened, and I pulled away from her breast with a little trail of saliva catching in the air before breaking.

Faith was working herself onto my hand eagerly. I stroked inside of her, and she moaned as I found that spongy, soft opening ring Bear had explained to me. She fucking took four fingers like a queen.

Like an omega, I reminded myself eagerly.

I cleared my throat to hide my to try and hide the ragged need in my voice. "Bet you'd like all five fingers in you," I said, and Faith's eyes widened, staring up at the ceiling. A moment later, she grew even hotter and slicker, and it slid out to pool in my palm.

I glanced at the lube and realized she was definitely right. At least where it concerned her cunt. A filthy, hot, depraved idea occurred to me. One Bear might disapprove of later. But my birdy?

"You want that, birdy? Want my hand filling you up?"

Her mouth was hanging open, chest heaving, and her eyes fell shut as she nodded.

"Look at me, Faith," I snapped, and her eyes flared wide again, chin tucking to her chest. I arched an eyebrow, letting my fingers sink deeper, stroking around her lips and clit with my thumb, petting her thigh with my free hand. "Do you want me to stuff you with my hand?"

Her tongue wet her lips and her eyes were practically black, but she rocked on my hand and more glossy desire slipped out. "Yes," she said softly.

Jesus. Holy angels. This fucking woman.

"You want my fist, birdy? You want my fist working you like it's a knot? Making you scream?" I tried to sound calm, but the tremble in my words was obvious.

"Fuck yes," Faith said, thighs shaking.

I stroked her with my thumb and she shuddered and fell limp again, but her heels spread farther apart in offering.

It seemed easy at first, and Faith moaned in gratitude with every subtle adjustment.

I shifted, hovering over her to be sure that slack and dazed expression on her face didn't switch to pain. The first knuckle of my thumb went in smoothly, like her body had just been waiting for the full set. Faith was breathing like she was running a marathon, her cheeks flushed and lips swollen, looking like an absolute wet dream. I could feel the resistance of her opening, the cramp of my hand where she crushed already bruised knuckles, but she just kept leaning in, swallowing me up. It wasn't until we got to the second knuckle that her brow furrowed.

I glanced down and groaned at the sight of her stretched on my hand, red and wet and so tight, I could feel her pulse.

"Don't stop," she whimpered.

I twisted my hand, let the ridge of my fingers stimulate her hypersensitive flesh, and Faith thrashed and released a high-pitched keening sound. I didn't want to hurt her. I'd seen Ghost's knot plenty of times, and it seemed roughly fist-sized, maybe a little less. Bear's was probably bigger. But was that different for omegas?

"Chance," Faith moaned, rocking and bracing her heels against the bed, eyes rolled back.

Not pain. Need.

I nudged as she ground down, and then with a sudden pressure around my hand that stole my breath, I was in, and Faith...

Faith was losing her mind. She howled and immediately began to pulse and gush around me. I curled my fingers slowly and the change made her wild, shaking and panting and whining and coming on my fist like I was giving her the world's best orgasm with a cherry on top.

"Yes, yes, yes, oh fuck, don't stop—" she pleaded. I shifted, sank in a little farther, rolled my wrist, and a sudden splash of fluid hit my lap as Faith screamed and squeezed my hand like a throbbing vise.

I couldn't breathe. My cock was painfully stiff, sticky head nuzzling between Faith's asscheeks. I reached down with my free hand, stroking my length in an attempt at relieving the pressure there, but it only made the ache worse. I needed to be inside of her.

Faith moaned and squirmed on my fist, hands clutching the pillows behind her as she trapped herself in an endless cycle of release with hitches of her hips.

"You want more, birdy?" I asked, hopeful and doubtful at the same time.

"Yes, yes, yes, more!"

I abandoned my desperate cock, teasing my fingers around Faith's stuffed opening and then down to her ass. "You wanna be filled here too?" I asked, biting my own lip as she gasped and stilled, my fingertip pressed to her hole.

If she said no, I would get her off until she couldn't stand anymore, finish on her belly, and rub my scent into her until even Bear would notice the mark.

"More," she whispered, wiggling again, crying out in pleasure, gripping on my fist and slicking me up.

My breath hitched at her answer, and I had to twist and strain to reach the lube.