Page 95 of The Gift
“Yes.” I answer, not even trying to hide the smile on my face, nor the way Koda’s words, as he nibbles on my shoulder, make my skin erupt in a thousand goosebumps. Henley has been getting harder and harder the more I drag my pussy over his length.
“Does she feel good, Hen?”
He groans in answer, his hand on my hips digging in hard enough to bruise as we both add more pressure to each gliding sweep I do along his length.
“I’m going to leave you guys… with a lot of difficulty,” Koda says, watching us both. And for a minute I want to argue that he should stay, except Henley’s top lip twitches, along with a sudden flash of something darker in his eyes.
Another wicked kiss and then Koda leaves, and I watch him walk in the room that Reno and Ashton did. Henley reaches up and sucks on my nipple, bringing my attention back to him. The look on his face hasn’t changed much, as he watches me closely, his tongue and lips moving torturously slowly. We rock against each other, moving in time, and I don’t get what he’s waiting for. I want him bad.
“Henley, are you going to make me beg?” I ask, my voice wrecked by the noises I can’t stop making.
“I thought about it,” he smirks, clamping his teeth down around my sensitive bud, making me throw my head back as I reach up for more from him. Henley shuffles me over, rolling up to standing, his cock hanging heavy. And while he moves blankets and pillows, doing whatever he wants, I wrap both my hands around his dick.
His body is smouldering warm and the more I run my fingers over him, the hotter and harder he gets. With each tug of his length, his apple cinnamon scent gets more potent too, making my mouth water while comforting me in the deepest place inside my thoughts.
Not only does he smell good enough to eat, but the scent he leaks also has me rubbing my thighs together. Once he’s ready, he lifts my hands off his cock, hooking them around his neck, before he drops one hand down, his fingers dipping straight into my pussy.
He hisses out a breath, his eyes locked on mine as his nose flares wide. “Come on, Bailey, you’re wet for me, but I want you dripping fucking wet. I want to watch you come on my cock and leave your sweet, thick mess running over my knot.”
I rock faster, and he hooks his thick fingers deep inside me, tapping, teasing, circling. Driving me fucking crazy, really.
“You are teasing me,” I growl, slapping his hand out of the way.
He rears back slightly, a wicked half smile on his face, “Sure am. And now, I’m going to alpha you.” His voice rumbles over me, making me pitch up high as my goosebumps turn into tantalising tickles.
Henley drops his chin, closing his eyes as he takes a huge lungful of air through his nose. “I want cream with my peaches.”
He rubs his fingers over his leaking cockhead before he shoves his thick fingers in my mouth, curling them around my tongue, making me taste myself making my mouth water with his own taste. Peaches and apples. Like sun ripened drenched in honey. With a hint of cream.
“Such a good omega,” he says before swapping his fingers for his tongue. He kisses me hard, desperate, hot, and fucking filthy. His tongue leading the way until he growls into my mouth, barely talking loud enough, “present for your alpha.”
A wash of euphoria, that headless floating state, follows me as I tumble backwards, his hands on my body helping me twist around to get into position, my ass splayed up high. He drops a hand on my lower back so I fall over the wall of pillows. And then, with his hands digging into my thighs, he spreads me wide before thrusting his cock deep inside and dropping all his weight on me, so I can’t get away. Foolish man, I don’t want to escape this. I never want to get off his cock, actually.
“Oh god,” I cry out as he stretches me wide, so fucking wide. My pussy burns in such a good way as he drives himself into the hilt, one hand pushing my head to the side so he can hold me still. Henley moves, dragging himself right out before slamming back inside. Every time it feels like he’s getting in deeper. And the whole time he grunts this deeply seductive song with his own noises, that renders me hopeless. If that wasn’t enough, he drops his shield and his undeniable alpha presence squeezes every bit of control out of me, making me drown in my submission.
I’ve never been fucking happier. Or felt such a sense of personal freedom.
Pushing down on my shoulder, and releasing even more of his dominance, he continues to drive in over and over again. “More, Bailey,” he demands.
Honestly, I can’t figure out what he’s talking about. “Head down, ass up and hold on,” he grits when I don’t catch on quickly enough. He kneels up, wrapping his arms around my thighs before he starts to move again. This angle makes his cock hit even deeper, his knot hitting my clit, making me see not only stars but goddamn galaxies shooting over my vision. Something inside me lets go.
“Yes, fuck yes, Bailey, Jesus, you’re fucking incredible. Show me how much you love my cock. I want more from my omega.”
And I give him more. Without knowing how another part of me eases while I squeeze my cunt around him, moving as frantically as he does. We meet each other thrust for thrust, and it’s like a sauna, the air between us so thick with his pheromones and my own perfume. A warm liquid starts running down my thigh. I can barely breathe without coughing.
“Been wanting to claim you for so fucking long. For so long all I have heard in my thoughts is that you are my beautiful slut.”
He rumbles a noise like an angry wolf, almost like a growl, and bloody hell it vibrates through him into me, adding even more to everything. Henley flips me over, pushing me backwards, wrapping my legs around his waist and then he really does claim me. From this angle, his knot hits my pussy, his hands on my hips spreading my legs wider so that I can feel the size of it.
“Feels so good, incredible, Bailey. Being in your body, I’ve never felt anything like you. You were made for me,” he smiles down at me, still looking a bit wolfish, as he keeps fucking me, so goddamn deeply. I feel each ridge and bump of his dick, as he keeps slamming in. I swear he’s trying to mark my cervix with his cock. “I’m going to come now, fill you up to overflowing with my claim. You are my omega, my stunning slut, and we’re going to ride your heat before we make you pack, and I make you mine.”
I nod, because seriously I’m not making sense in my head, the only word I seem capable of saying is, yes. He hooks one arm under one of my thighs, “Cross your feet behind me and hold me deep.” Jesus, he can still talk. But I can still understand, so I do what he says, and once he’s in as far as he can go he works his knot with his other hand.
“What? Why?” I gasp, though it turns into a long-drawn-out moan as I start to feel him come, his orgasm like a mini cannon inside me, shooting me into mine.
“You’re not ready to knot, and it’s not my privilege. Soon.” He groans, as he keeps thrusting and coming. “Come for me. Show me how much this perfect pussy wants to be a part of my pack,” Henley barks, although today it’s like a rumble of encouragement, a coax, and a promise of more to come. So, I do.
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