Faith & the Dead End Devils (Sweet Omegaverse, #8)(87)
"Bear," I said, nudging my hips forward, reminding him that I was naked aside from my rucked-up bra and his cock was still thick and throbbing in me, and in spite of his claim, I was currently being fucked neither a little nor a lot, as I would prefer.
"So I'm gonna bite you right here," Bear said, holding my gaze and running his finger down from my throat to the breast he'd sucked to a point. He circled there, just around the puckered skin, using the edge of his nail as if he were drawing a line. "But you're little, and I'm tall—"
"Enormous, and a tease to boot," I said, grinning and surging my hips in little swirls since he wouldn't move. The friction was slight but decadent, and the tipped angle of my body left his cock dragging against the best places.
"—and it's gonna be a bit of a challenge for me to knot you and bite you at the same time. But I think I figured it out," he said proudly.
"Share with the class, baby," I answered, my breath growing short as I worked myself up.
Bear purred, his hands grasping my hips. He rose up on his knees, carrying me up with him, and I groaned at the stretch, adding to it by reaching my arms back. He was holding me in place, my toes barely grazing the bed, leaving me helpless, and I liked it more than I maybe ought to have.
Bear dragged slowly out of me, watching me squirm, wetting his lips as he glanced down at where we were joined, before pushing slowly back in. I moaned and my eyes fluttered shut, but he squeezed my hip and drew me back.
"You're beautiful, Butterfly. My sweet omega," Bear purred.
"Alpha," I answered without thinking, the primal effect of him using my designation making me hot and quivery all over. "Bear, please."
"Patience," he groaned, although his head fell back briefly as he drove into me again, a little faster than before. But where my breath was ragged and my chest was heaving, Bear's was steady.
His hand shifted on my hip, circling the front, thumb stretching to press and swirl over my clit.
"Oh, fuck, yes," I hissed.
"You're gonna come on my knot, Butterfly. Need you to get it nice and wet first so it slides right in for you," Bear purred.
I actually liked the pressure and stretch of a knot pushing in, but I wasn't about to dissuade Bear from his current pursuit. Nonsensical praise flowed from my lips as he worked my clit and kept his slow and torturous pace of fucking.
I was close—too close, probably—and I should've warned Bear, but I was greedy. I knew he could make me come and then knot me and give me a second—and third, and fourth, and however many he was in the mood for—orgasm.
He knew my body too well now, and when I started to flutter and squeeze on his length he slowed to a stop, lowering his ass down to his heels. His thumb pulled away, and I whined and tried to press my feet back to the bed, use leverage to move. Bear tutted, scooping my legs up and over his arms.
"Not yet, Butterfly. So close," Bear murmured, leaning forward, folding my legs with him.
"I'm so close," I whined.
He grinned. "I know you are. And I know you can wait just a little bit longer, omega."
The word worked its magic again and I preened. Bear had somehow sweet-talked me into liking being called omega again, at least by him, in these tender, private moments.
His head leaned down and I twisted his hair back, gasping softly as he littered kisses over my shoulders, my ribs, circling around my breasts, slowly working his way closer. I hummed as he kissed a wet line up between my breasts, grazing his mouth over one, licking the nipple, before returning to my left.
"That one's your favorite?" I asked.
Bear chuckled against my skin. "Maybe. She's just a little more sensitive."
Was that true? I hadn't even noticed, how had he managed to—
"Ohhh," I groaned, bucking my chest up into his mouth as he kissed my nipple and then sucked it gently between his lips. His teeth circled around the wet tip and I tensed, bracing for his bite, waiting too long before I felt the gentle tremble of Bear's laughter.
"Quit teasing me!" I said, swatting him on the back, trying to resist joining him in laughing.
"Don't tense, Butterfly," Bear said, lifting his head just enough to rub my breast with his beard as he smiled at me. "I won't hurt you."
I nodded, relaxing again as he purred for me. He held my gaze, kissing my nipple once, twice, a third time until I was giggling and melted in his arms, over his lap. He released my eyes at last, hips flexing, mouth enveloping my breast, and I sighed at the wet suction, his circling tongue.
His knot pressed to my opening, and he stroked out of me just briefly enough to rub against my clit. I moaned and then he was pushing in, filling me with a firm stroke and thrust. His bite mirrored the pressure of his knot, the force of them together creating an immediate and electric current that ran from my chest to my cunt. I came in a sudden velvety wash, my twisted and tense and needy body turning liquid in Bear's embrace. Warmth pooled in my chest as Bear purred into my breast, his sharp teeth digging and fitting into my skin. The bite was hot—stinging, almost—and then it was heavy and soft, a rush of gentle hands running from head to toe.
Bear's arms adjusted, letting my limp legs fall, his body crouched over mine as he started to gently buck.
The sweet enveloping sensation continued. I gasped as I realized the bond was forming, soaking into my chest with a creamy warmth. Bear groaned, his arms circling my back, body rocking in tiny shifts, tongue swirling around his teeth.