Faith & the Dead End Devils (Sweet Omegaverse, #8)(55)

I was hard as stone in my pants, the zipper biting uncomfortably against my cock. My back and arms were tight, saliva coating my tongue and teeth. The hand that had been holding onto her shoulder was suddenly in her hair, dark and thick and knotted from days of fucking. I formed a fist, and she moaned and rutted against my palm as I lifted her head from the table. I needed to drag her up and toss her out the door.

But I wouldn't.

"Fuck me, alpha," Faith said, voice low and throaty and deeply feminine, the sound of a satisfied woman.

Asking for more.

I pulled my hand away from her sex and she whined. I hissed as I unbuckled my pants, pulled the zipper down, and shoved the fabric to my knees.

I yanked on her hair to draw her gaze back over her shoulder to me. Her pupils were black, pretty face flushed. I wanted to bite those full lips, seal them with mine and keep her from speaking. But the damage was already done now.

"Please," she whispered, eyes wide. There was no wariness now, no hesitation. She looked at me like she did at Bear or Chance, pleading for their touch, needing them.

I watched her as I found her silken, soaked pussy with two fingers and guided myself inside. Dark eyelashes fluttered, but she held my gaze as I sank in, releasing a slow, soft sigh and moan.

I wasn't a romantic idiot. Every woman's pussy felt like heaven after a stressful week or two with only your hand for company. But Faith was plush and burning hot and dripping all over me. She was desperate and relieved and a little victorious too as I kept sinking and sinking and sinking in. God, she took my cock as if she'd been molded to me once and I'd simply lost my way till now.

"You need this cock, princess?" I asked, pressing my hip bones to her flushed red ass.

She nodded, mouth hanging open. It was a shame I couldn't fill that too. If Bear found us now… Would he tear me away from her, or step up to the edge of the desk and join me?

"I needed this cunt," I admitted, narrowing my eyes at her. "But you knew that, didn't you?"

I was surprised that she nodded, but at least she was honest.

"Then you'll understand that I'm not gonna go easy on you," I whispered, drawing slowly out.

She licked her lips and blinked slowly at me, almost drowsy. "Good."

"And when I finally give you my knot," I continued, trying to force the tremble in my voice out of the words, "it's gonna stay there for a long time, until we're both good and done with one another, princess."

Faith smiled, sly and sweet and wicked. And I knew then, just as she did, that my words were a lie.

Done with one another. Like I could have her once and not again.

I slammed in again, hard and fast, smacking against the marks I'd made with my hand, filling her to where my knot swelled and waited for its time. Faith cried out, the smile vanishing, and I was the victor for the moment, before surrendering to what we both demanded.





21. FAITH





King fucked me with that same resentful force he'd spanked me with, like he was punishing me for his own desire. I craved that punishment, wishing it would absolve me from manipulating him. Maybe he wouldn't have been able to resist much longer. Maybe he would've come to me eventually, at Bear's bidding or his own.

We'd never know now.

He held me in place, one fist in my hair, another hand wrapped around my hip, and fucked me with simple and rough command. He didn't touch me or pet me or offer me pretty words. He and I both knew this was enough, his breathless grunts and growls and moans, his thick cock pounding in my hungry core, feeding all the pressure and stroke I was trapped in craving. His hips were hard against my ass, reminiscent of the quick, hard smacks of his hand.

"Oh god, King, it's so good," I whined, speaking to his desk as he worked in and out of me. He growled in response, his hand tightening on my hip.

I didn't know this man, had barely spoken to him, only heard little scraps of his character from Bear and Chance. But I needed him. Not just for Bear's plan of a pack, but my own plan too. I needed his scent in my lungs, his grip on my skin, his cock inside of me. I'd needed it for days, and there was a sense of settling now, the rightness of having him even in all his anger.

"I ought to leave you wanting, deny you from coming," King hissed. "But that isn't fucking possible, is it, princess? No, I can feel you already, sucking on my cock, begging me to join you. Not fucking yet."

He stilled as I came, kicking and riding his cock as much as his grip on me allowed me to move. It wasn't enough, a kind of frustration mingling with the release. He laughed and I shivered at the sound, at the low aftershocks trembling through me until I was still again.

And then he resumed his hard, drumming rhythm.

King thought he was finding his revenge, fucking me until I came, making me thrash as he stilled and refused me his knot, his own pleasure, before starting up again as I settled. And it was true that Bear and Chance had given me everything I'd wanted, begged for, even as Bear claimed it was all selfish.

The truth was that I wanted this too. I wanted King's punishments, his pleasure and my own. I wanted to be denied, laughed at, and then driven to a new frenzy.

I wanted the sounds of his ragged breath, the sweat of his palm on my hip, the stretch of his knot pushing and then retreating, stretching me and pulling away again.