Omega's Destiny: Foxes of Scarlet Peak (An M'M Shifter MPreg Romance Book 5)(14)

“You don’t have to do this,” I protested as we got off Clint’s bike back at the trailer. The sun was starting to set and I grabbed his hand and pulled him back before he could take the steps up to the front door. “Seriously. We don’t need to be caught up in all this. I’m sure there’s another way…”

“There’s not,” he replied firmly. “That Ryker’s a stubborn guy. And if he doesn’t get his stuff back – well, let’s just say it won’t be good for you. Besides, this shit the Horses pulled may start a war anyway, and we don’t want to get mixed up in that.”

I sighed and looked at the dirt. He was right, of course. I just didn’t want to admit it. If only I hadn’t been so stupid and gotten myself mixed up in all of this to begin with. I could have just worked at the diner, been more reliable, and not gotten fired. All of this was my fault.

“It’s not your fault,” Clint said, as though he could read my mind. “You were just doing what you thought you had to.”

I looked up at him, feeling the tears well up in my eyes. How did I get so lucky to find someone with such strength?

“I – I just wanted to help out my mom,” I told him. “I didn’t think it would lead to this.”

“Don’t worry,” he told me, kissing my forehead just above my nose. “It’ll be fine. I’ve dealt with bigger assholes than those Crimson Horses. And I already took a big bite out of their asses.”

I laughed, and Clint pulled me closer and hugged me. I pressed my eyes into his shirt to wipe away the tears as he lifted me easily and carried me up the steps and into the trailer.

“You’re so strong,” I teased him, loving every second of his strength. It felt like it was absolutely nothing to him to just lift me up like that. What an alpha!

Clint didn’t reply. He just carried me down the hall and into the bedroom and lay me on the bed. I heard him slip out of his shirt and lay down beside me, spooning me. It felt like a moment of calm before the storm, and as Clint pressed his nose against my neck and inhaled, I wondered if he was going to catch onto the secret I’d been hiding from him all day.

“Bobby,” he whispered. I could tell from his tone that he had.

“Yes, Clint?” I teased.

“Are you – are you in heat?”

I didn’t reply. I didn’t have to. I just turned my head to his and opened my mouth slightly and invitingly. He looked into my eyes, then at my lips, then back to my eyes and I saw his face brighten with excitement. I could feel his cock starting to grow under his jeans as he pressed against me. Then, he leaned in and kissed me.

It was a passionate kiss, a hungry kiss, and he instantly slid his tongue into my mouth. I kissed back eagerly, sucking it, giving myself over to him. Again, he pulled my shirt up over my body quickly and threw it across the room. His cock was hard in his jeans, screaming to be let loose, and I started to go to work on the buttons.

The top one popped easily, but the rest started to give me a hard time. Clint grumbled and took over for me, popping them all easily. I tugged his waistband and pulled his pants down over his hips, letting his monster cock flop out and slap against his lower stomach.

I grasped the shaft, my fingers barely able to close around its girth, and started to stroke it as we kissed. My mouth was watering and I felt my slick start to flow. Instantly, I was going down on him.

His dick slid into my mouth like the sweetest Popsicle, already dripping with pre-cum. He tasted so good, and I swallowed eagerly as I opened my throat and took him into my mouth. Of course he was too big for me, and I gagged as I tried to take too much of him too fast.

Damn it! I thought as I coughed and pulled back.

“Don’t worry, babe,” he chuckled, stroking my head. “There’s a lot there.”

“I’ll get it one day,” I told him as I went down on him again. He groaned as my tongue circled the tip of his cock and slid into the top, probing for more of his sweet pre-cum. My own cock was growing in my pants and Clint slid a hand into my waistband, searching for it.

I moved to the left to give him more access. He undid my button, unzipped my fly and pulled my pants down over my ass. I was kneeling, doggy style, with my pants down, exposed, as he took hold of my cock and started stroking it.

“Come here,” he told me, tugging at my pants. I kicked them the rest of the way off. Clint grabbed me by the hips and lifted me into the air. I squealed as he spun me around so my cock was dangling just over his mouth. As he set me down, it slid perfectly between his lips and I groaned with pleasure.

“Fuck,” I gasped, pulling his dick into my mouth. We were sixty-nining! It was the hottest thing ever. Well, not ever, but it was undeniably sexy. He was in me and I was in him, and we were both pleasuring each other in the same way.

It was utterly incredible, but I needed him inside me. Between his pure sexiness and the hormones raging through me from my heat, my body was doing everything but screaming for him to fill me up.

“Clint,” I said, sliding his cock out from between my lips. “Put a baby in me.”

Clint responded instantly, lifting me up and setting me down on my back. He stared into my eyes as he pressed his cock against my hole.

“I thought you’d never ask.”





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