Faith & the Dead End Devils (Sweet Omegaverse, #8)(71)

Chance's jaw opened slowly, letting me feel the drag of his teeth over my skin, and I forced myself to relax as he rested his bite against the soft curve of flesh above my hip. He growled as he bit down, slick thumb slipping out of me as I whined, circling over my clit.

I didn't know if it was the illusion of the bite—what it meant to my instinct—or if Chance was especially good at reading my body, but I came again, gushing on his hand, leaning into his teeth, and he held his grip on me until my whimper of pleasure became one of pain.

"Feel that, birdy?" Chance asked, reaching back and pulling one of my hands from his head down to my hip, tracing my fingertips over the rough indentations from his teeth.

"I love it," I said.

He kissed the mark, my fingertips, my palm, and then moved those grazing lips to my ribs. "I know you do. I can feel you soaking the bed again. Slick and so, so hungry for my cock, aren't you?"

"Yes!" I squirmed beneath Chance as he tickled my ribs with kisses and soft touches, working his way over to my right breast.

I moaned in understanding as he started to tongue and kiss at the mound, lapping and licking and slurping at my nipple like it was my clit. It might as well have been, for the way the treatment seemed to echo in my cunt.

"Please, I need you," I gasped, arching into his mouth, trying to wrap my legs around his hips. But his cock was too far away to catch, and I'd set this game into motion. I only had myself to blame.

Chance was quick this time, biting hard around my breast without warning, snarling and flicking my nipple with his tongue while he held me still. My feet kicked against the mattress, and I let out a strangled yelp through gritted teeth. This one fucking hurt.

And I clutched him closer, pressed myself into those cruel teeth until they softened, his lips apologizing gently over the mark.

"More," I pleaded, stretching my throat.

Chance's breath hitched, and he sank against me, his cock finding my entrance and sliding in easily, both of us groaning.

I was lost, riding him from below, my breast and hip and cunt and thigh all throbbing. I was as animal as I'd been in the heat, as desperate and shameless. Chance's stare on me was a caress as I moved, his body resisting the pull of my hands to draw him down to my throat.

"You want my mark, birdy?" he asked.

"Yes, fuck, please, yes. I want you," I cried out.

"Fucking beautiful," Chance murmured.

His chest was hot against mine, body heavy, and he took over the motion of our fucking, smoothing it into a steady glide and grind, hypnotizing and calming me into following him.

"They'll all see," he said.

"Yes," I answered, twisting my head further, offering him every bit of me. "Claim me."

I didn't think about what it would look like to other alphas, Chance's bite as a bruise on my skin. I wasn't even aware of the difference in that moment. I needed him.

Chance kissed and licked every inch of my throat and shoulder until his breath rushed over the slick skin, drawing out goosebumps. He was thrusting harder, faster inside of me, our bodies slapping together, a moan dragged out of me with every beat.

I didn't need a knot, didn't need Bear’s or King's scent. Just needed the pressure of rising chaos to break in me, and for Chance's teeth to claim me once more.

No, it was the other way around.

Chance dove down, biting hard and unrelentingly at my throat, and the tether snapped, my orgasm booming through me. A scream vibrated in my throat, but my pulse was too loud to hear or the cry was silent. For a moment, I thought Chance and I had fused together, his cock so deep inside of me I lost track of the division between us.

Our arms were knotted around one another, his teeth trying to bury themselves in me, my cunt trying to suck him down to join me.

And then the roar of the orgasm softened, leaving us both weak in its wake. Chance's bite on my throat ached, and he sighed and groaned, unclenching his teeth. My heart sank a little as he pulled away. There was no tangible bond, he hadn't even broken skin, and we were still two people, although as close as possible.

Then Chance kissed my throat and warmth flooded me. Affection.

"Thank you," he whispered, kissing the mark again, rubbing his cheek against mine.

"I'm yours, Chance," I said, turning my face to catch his mouth with mine.

He hummed in agreement. "Oh I know, birdy. And I'm not letting anyone fucking forget it."





27. BEAR





Creeping around in Wasted territory—the tiny pocket north of the border that King had granted them—when we were undoubtedly on the brink of war with them was not the safest place to be. I'd almost considered calling in Chance. King was right that he was suited to be a spy and was less conspicuous than me, but someone needed to stick to Faith like glue now that the club knew about her, and I wasn't sure King deserved the time with our girl when he insisted on acting like every minute was a burden.

I'd parked my bike safely away, my cut packed into the saddlebag, and walked to the Wasted's home base on foot, keeping an eye and ear out for anyone around.

The text message I'd received this morning was running through my mind with every step.

Wasted got raided last night. Team looked like some kinda black ops spy shit. Busted shit up and left.