Faith & the Dead End Devils (Sweet Omegaverse, #8)(99)
I grinned against her soaked skin as she shook on the wand, helped her fuck herself when her hands grew limp and weak, and sucked kisses on her clit until her slippery hands were in my hair. I mourned the fact that I would have to wash her scent away before the party. She should've dressed me like cologne. Fuck Rider. Fuck that stupid rule I'd made for the club.
"I need you, need to suck you," Faith gasped, wrestling me away from her sex.
She shoved the still-vibrating wand aside, sitting up and flopping weakly in my direction. I stood at the edge of the bed, reaching for my shirt, and her tongue was on my stomach as I started to strip.
"Gonna fuck you, princess," I said, not sure if it was a warning or a promise.
"After," Faith gasped, wrestling with my belt. She sucked at the skin of my hip, and I helped her wrestle my pants down my hips.
Her lips were clumsy, tongue eager as she pulled my length free from my pants, and the lack of shyness, the pure hunger, drew a shout from me. Her mouth was hot and hungry, and she was so fucking determined to suck me down. My hands were in her hair, hips thrusting without thinking, head thrown back. All the tension from the meeting was transformed into this moment, as I held myself back from fucking her face, failing entirely.
The head of my cock hit the inside of her cheek, both of us moaning, and the sound of her rattling into me sent me thrusting to the back of her throat. Faith gagged and I nearly drove in farther, the flex of her around me a cruel siren call. I pulled free instead, holding onto her by her hair, laughing as she tried to dive forward again.
"Wait, princess, lemme help." I stroked a hand down to her cheek, then circled her lips with my thumb until her eyes lifted up to mine. "Roll over onto your back."
She blinked at me for a moment, lost in a lusty fog, and then with a little nudging from me, she was rolling over onto her back, my cock poised above her face. My bed was high and I tugged her to the edge, her head falling back and breath hitching.
"You wanna take me deep?" I asked, standing back and watching her nod eagerly, reaching for me. "I'll be gentle. You swat my hip if it's too much."
"Yes, alpha."
I ignored the shudder that ran down my spine, kicked my jeans off, and dragged the small bench that had come with the room over to the edge of the bed. It let me kneel to the perfect height, and the sight of Faith's waiting open mouth, lips spread for me, was enough to make me dizzy. I clasped my length, circled it around her lips, coating them selfishly in my precum, and then guided myself in. She hummed like I was feeding her chocolate cake or some other kind of feminine wishlist treat, the kind of thing I should've been bringing her.
"Fuck, you're such a greedy little angel," I muttered, watching her lips purse, her tongue lapping hungrily as I slid in and out of her mouth a little deeper every time.
The vibrator was nearing the edge of the bed, still rattling, and I reached forward, sinking deep into Faith's mouth, a little farther as she groaned appreciatively. I snatched the toy up, licking at it once more—better than any lollipop—and then brought the tip down to her breasts, pointed high and arched prettily from this position.
She howled on my cock, breasts thrusting up, lips sinking down, nose nuzzling at my balls. I joined her cry, moved the wand to the other breast, and started to fuck that moaning mouth.
"Oh, fuck, that's good," I rasped.
Faith whined, hips wiggling up from the mattress. I laughed at the silent order, continuing to tease her breasts with vibration, rocking into her lips, gasping as she swallowed my tip once. She deserved her reward for that. I slipped out of her, letting her catch her breath as I licked her breasts and moved the wand between her legs.
And like the talented, perfect little creature she was, she reached her hands back, filling them busily with my cock and balls.
"Fuck, baby, yes," I said, sucking on a nipple, rubbing her clit with the wand.
"Cock," she whined, drawing me closer.
"Not much longer. You know I want my knot in you," I said.
She hummed, either ignoring or agreeing; it didn't matter. I was getting my way, and she'd be howling with gratitude when it happened. I let her play a little longer, my eyes all but crossing as she sucked me down, her throat flexing around my head until I was tempted to finish there first. Her nails dug into my ass as I pulled out again, but her ragged gasp of air proved me right. I pulled her claws free of me and tossed the vibrator aside again, grinning down at her red and sweaty face. She was a mess, and she was perfect.
"Present for me," I purred.
Her mouth hung open and a whine released, but there was no argument from her now. Here was her hindbrain state, the sweetest part of the feral edge that lingered. She rolled back onto her belly, turning and crawling to face the head of the bed. And there, peeking out between her cheeks, was a glittering pink plug, right above those slickened red lips. I'd missed it earlier, hidden away from my view.
A pleasant surprise, and my knot pulsed in approval, fresh precum pooling at my tip.
"Is this for me, princess?" I growled, pressing my finger into the plug.
Faith's back bowed, and she let out a pretty cry for me. "Yesss."
"You want me to wear you out today, don't you? Fuck you and knot you and fill every hole?"
Faith trembled, arms stretching in front of her, fingers digging into the mattress. "Yes. I want…" She trailed off, face lowering to the bed, head turning so I could just catch her eye.