Faith & the Dead End Devils (Sweet Omegaverse, #8)(48)

She was; her cunt sucking on my fist, ass tightening and trying to refuse me deeper entrance. But I was addicted to the feel of her, and I slid in easier with every thrust, well-prepped for her, forcing her to take more of me.

"Play with your breasts, make them pretty and pink for me, and I'll suck on them as you come on my fist," I snarled.

Faith obeyed immediately, and I gaped at the sight of her, ecstatically mindless, all sensation and need. She pinched and pulled at her nipples, grabbed the flesh of her breasts as she shuddered through one release and into another until she was too deep in the storm to focus on the process. I bent over her, wrapped an arm around her back to arch her for the taking, and bit down on one breast roughly before soothing it with my tongue.

I sank as deep as I could in her ass from this position and used my fist to stroke myself as I fucked her, sucked on her tits, drove us both into a frenzy of grunts and cries. My balls were slick with Faith's pleasure, and her ass was so tight around my cock it was like I was being strangled from there to my throat.

"Oh, Chance, oh—I—I—"

Faith howled, legs knotting around my waist and body tensing as a head-to-toe shudder claimed her. It claimed me too. I drove as deep as I could as she dragged me down with brutal flexes of muscle around my cock, buried my groans into her breasts as I bucked weakly to my finish, lightning behind my eyes and sweet almond and coconut on my tongue.

Our breaths were ragged as we stilled. My thighs burned and my fist pounded with the need to be freed and my dick felt…tenderized, actually. I grinned into Faith's skin, and her fingers stroked through my hair.

"Wow," she whispered.

I laughed, sitting up just enough to look at her. She looked slack and soft and sleepy, eyes blinking slowly. She'd bitten her own lip and it was swollen and red, but I couldn't reach it like this.

"Mmm," she hummed, shivering with an aftershock. I bit back my groan. I needed to escape, but I hated the idea of moving, separating from her, so I braced through the gentle clamps and shudders and caught my breath, nibbling on a nipple until she started up again.

Too much.

I pulled free slowly, cock first, hand gently flexing and stretching, carefully dragging out. Faith came again with a whimper as my knuckles tugged out, but we both sighed as she settled quickly. My hand was red and a little swollen...and wet as hell. I brought my fingers to my mouth and licked, groaning at her flavor. She had coated me and she tasted like fucking candy, and I found myself suddenly starving.

Faith watched with a hazy interest as I cleaned the hand that had been in her, and I blushed as I realized I probably looked like a little kid who had stuffed his whole fist in cake batter. But she didn't laugh. She stretched and sighed, a lazy smile spreading over her lips. Her sex was red and swollen, nipples bitten, new marks from my kisses decorating her skin.

"That was fucking incredible," Faith breathed out, casual and honest.

My dick almost got hard again at the praise.

Her arms flopped back over her head, total surrender and ease. Because of me. Because I'd fucked her so good, even as a beta when she was an omega approaching her heat.

I glanced down at myself and realized I was kind of a mess and I needed to get rid of the condom and clean up. But all I really wanted to do was spread myself out over Faith and kiss her until she fell asleep...or wanted to fuck again. I wasn't really sure which sounded better.

"You just gonna stare or will you cuddle me?" she mumbled.

I laughed and rose up to my knees, groaning at the stiffness. "Clean up and then cuddle you. Maybe stare too."

She hummed, frowning slightly and glancing at the curtains behind me.

I dove in, pressing my mouth to hers for a quick, rough kiss. "Super fast. I'll be right back." She sighed and nodded and I scooted away, moving quickly to the bathroom.

I was in the middle of washing up when I heard the bedroom door open. I'd left the bathroom door partially open, and I kicked it farther to find Bear paused at the entrance. He was sniffing the air curiously and I froze, glancing down at the floor to where my clothes had been abandoned.

Bear grinned, and he didn't look like he gave two fucks that I was buck ass naked in his bathroom.

"I take it you guys had a good night," he said in low greeting.

I huffed out a laugh, overly aware of my still slightly sore hand that had just been wrist-deep in the omega only a few feet away from us.

"It ended on a high note," I admitted, deciding to leave the details out. "But we had a visit from a couple Wasted early on. They never saw Faith, but they might've caught a whiff of her on me. I chased 'em off."

Bear's hands clenched at the news and he pulled his phone out, typing quickly—probably a text to King to let him know. "She's okay, though?"

"See for yourself," I suggested with a shrug. When he looked away I swallowed hard, a sudden spark of nerves buzzing through me. I couldn't decide if I'd feel better with clothes on, but I'd promised Faith a cuddle and I wasn't letting Bear get in the way of that, no matter what.

I followed him out, the room now dark aside from a little glow from a flickering street lamp outside. He parted the curtain of the nest and his response was immediate—a soft smile and a low, warm laugh.

I glanced in and found Faith sprawled like a starfish, lips parted and sleepy breaths puffing out.