by Jayce Carter
But, a chance? He snarled at nothing, like the sound would scare off the ugly thoughts. There was no chance. She was so far above what he could hope for, so why the fuck did it sting? Why care? She should be with someone she could be seen with, someone who could give her what she deserved.
Fuck Marshall and his whole idea. Alphas had been slaughtering each other for thousands of years over omegas. It had always helped to decide who was strong, who could claim those prized females. The idea that a group should settle by sharing one?
He waited for disgust at the thought, but none came.
What the fuck?
A soft sound traveled through the wall he shared with Tiffany. He stilled, leaning closer as though that would do shit to help him hear.
It happened again. Was it pleasure? A soft moan from her taking care of herself?
Maybe Kieran hadn’t been up to the task. Old age could fuck with someone’s dick, and no matter how petty, Kane grinned at the thought of Kieran trying to get it up.
He rose, slipping from his room silently. Do as many shady things as he had and moving without making noise became instinct. Her door creaked as he pushed it open, shutting it behind him.
She lay above the covers, that long hair of hers unbound and spread out. At least she’d changed out of Kieran’s shirt, something that brought down the desire to claim her, to prove his own possession of her.
Instead, she wore a tank top and a pair of sleeping shorts so tight he could tell from there she wore nothing beneath. The sight of her so unguarded had his dick filling, readying to prove himself, to convince her to pick him.
The sound escaped her lips again, and this time he recognized it.
Fear. Is she having a nightmare?
Kane crossed the room and settled on the bed beside her, placing his hand on her shoulder. “Hey, doll, wake up.” He kept his voice soft, not wanting to startle her.
Waking up from a nightmare with someone who looked like him above her wouldn’t calm her any.
Her eyebrows twitched, her lips pressed tight together until, through gritted teeth, she let out a more desperate cry.
Kane shook her that time, then. There wasn’t anything for him to fight, but she wouldn’t be afraid, not when he was there.
Her eyes snapped open, not a speck of grogginess there. No, she woke swinging, small fist flying toward him. It nailed him in the jaw, and while the hit was solid, he didn’t react with more than a small jerk of his head.
She twisted, gaze taking in the room in a quick survey until she stopped at Kane. The pink of her tongue peeked out between her plump lips. Her shirt tightened against her chest as she breathed hard and fast.
Neither spoke, neither looked away. Kane wasn’t good at talking, at knowing what to say, especially to a female like her. Instead, he offered the only thing he had. His presence.
I’m going fucking nowhere. He thought it like a vow, like he could make her believe it without saying it. Didn’t matter what happened, didn’t matter if she picked him, he was going exactly nowhere.
A full-body shudder ran through her, the tension leaving her until she leaned forward, head dropping.
Kane took that as his sign. He pressed a kiss to her forehead and gathered her small body into his arms.
She didn’t fight him—in fact, she came closer. She plastered every inch of herself to him, doing all but crawling right into his lap. She pressed her nose to his throat, her fingers tight against his sides.
He’d let her hold as tight as she wanted. She could take strips from his skin and he’d smile through it. He’d bled for shit that was a lot less important than this.
“I like how you smell,” she whispered.
He huffed a soft laugh. “You can smell me any time, doll.”
“He didn’t smell like you. He didn’t smell right. I knew it, but I ignored it.”
Kane tried to move back, tried to see her face, but she wouldn’t allow any space between them. “You’re smarter than that. You’re trouble, and you ain’t any good at listening, but you’re smart enough to have seen the signs.”
He left the question unasked.
Why?
He didn’t blame her, but fuck, he wanted to know why, when she knew the alpha had smelled wrong, when she’d damn well known the risks, why had she kept that shit going?
Her breath blew across his throat in a slow sigh. “I was tired. Tired of running, of hiding, of being alone. Claire warned me so many times, but I never wanted to listen. I wanted an alpha. I wanted the life my parents had, that sense of belonging. So, when Randy showed up, when I thought he wanted me for me, I ignored everything else. Nothing else mattered but the fantasy I wanted. Stupid, huh?”
Kane carded his fingers through her soft hair. “Nah, ain’t stupid. Everyone wants to belong.”
“Not you. You don’t care what anyone thinks of you, don’t need anyone to want you.”
Kane pulled back despite her clutching fingers, risking more than he liked to. “Funny thing is, I do fucking care what some people think. Just ain’t that long a list.”
Her hands had shifted from his sides so they rested on his bare abs. “How long a list?”
“Pretty much one feisty omega.”
Everything stopped when he muttered the truth. Would she let him down easy? She wasn’t the sort to laugh at him, too kindhearted for that shit. Nah, she would pat his arm and explain she wasn’t interested, tell him that she was interested in someone like Kieran, but that they should stay friends.
What a fucking mistake.
Kane started to move away, to walk out, to escape the room before he had to hear any of it, before he had to see rejection on her face.
She grasped his wrist when he got off the bed, a tight grip that said she wasn’t letting him go. “Wait.”
He shook his head, gaze down. “Nah, doll, this was a mistake. I’m sorry, okay? Look, I get it. Kieran, he’s more your speed, right? This shit is a stupid crush, and I should know better.” The excuses poured from his lips, but nothing he said made her loosen her grip.
She lifted her other hand and ran it down his stomach, dipping into the valleys between the muscles of his abs. Each one twitched beneath her steady strokes. When she reached the line of his sweats, she teased her finger past the waist, brushing the head of his cock tucked there.
A growl left his throat, aggressive and pleading at the same time. He wanted to warn her with it, tell her how close he was to the line of his control. He also wanted to beg her to keep going, to want him, at least for right then.
Kane reached out and wrapped his hand in her long hair, pulling it into a tight grasp. “I don’t need pity, Tiffany.”
She jerked his sweats down, letting his cock bounce free from the clothing. “Pity isn’t what I’m feeling.”
“Oh yeah? What are you feeling?”
“Let’s see if you can figure it out.” She dropped her head and wrapped those full lips of hers around his dick in a single motion.
Fuck, this girl is gonna kill me.
The salty taste of Kane filled Tiffany’s senses, her lips pulled tight around his thick cock. She closed her eyes to savor the moment, the exploration.
Her nightmare had drifted away as if there was no room for it with Kane. He chased the uneasiness, the fears, the ugliness of the dream until nothing but Kane, his dick and her lips remained. She released his wrist to wrap that hand around his cock but leave it to Kane to not do as she’d expected.
He caught her wrist before she touched him and dropped it to the bed. “Hands down, doll. Let me do this.” His words didn’t come out smooth, broken instead by lust and need. Each rumbled word stroked through Tiffany’s body like a caress.
Kane used his grip in her hair to shift her forward and back again. It made her lips slide over every detail of his length, let her explore it all. She traced her tongue over the raised veins of his shaft, then swirled it around the indent surrounding the head. Even with the pace he set, as his tight grip contr
olled the speed and depth at which she took him, she played.
She gave in to the fantasy, the new experience. His scent clouded her head and she wanted to bury her nose in his public hair, to inhale him so that between his cock and his scent, she had no space unclaimed by him.
However, when she went forward, when she tried for more, she only pulled against his unshakable grip in her hair.
“Easy, ain’t you?”
His words made her whine around him, and despite the soreness of her pussy, she felt gush of wetness against her shorts. Why does it turn me on when he talks like that?
He gave her no time to ponder it, to wonder why she enjoyed the way he pushed her, the way he manhandled her even with his words. “Let’s see if this fills you up.” He yanked her forward, so the head of his cock sank deeper, her lips sliding over his hardness until he neared the back of her throat.
She gagged, unable to help the automatic reaction, but Kane didn’t pull back.
He let out a sinful groan, instead. “That feels fucking nice when you do that, but you need a break? You need to stop? Just slap my thigh so I know, huh?”
She tried to nod, but anchored as she was on his dick, she could only open her eyes and cast up a pleading look toward him
What was she pleading for? She didn’t even know anymore. She wanted to feel something that overwhelmed her, that made her feel like waiting had been worth it. She wanted him to turn her mindless, to drown her in him and lust until she couldn’t think straight.
His steel grip in her hair was at odds with the soft look on his face. Funny that a man who had such a hardened appearance, covered in tattoos and attitude, could give her such a warm look. Here he was, holding all the power, and yet he stared at her like he’d do anything for her.
Tiffany stroked her tongue against the underside of his dick, a clumsy motion with her mouth stretched wide around him, but it was all she could do.
He blinked, as if it woke him up, then gave her that trouble-filled smirk she loved. His gripped tightened again, and this time he held her still while his hips came forward. He tunneled into her hot mouth, his length teasing that point in the back of her throat where she gagged. Still, each time she did, he’d press forward then pull back, tiny, quick thrusts.
Tiffany pulled her breaths in through her nose, taking him deeper each time he forced forward, each time he buried yet another inch into her, taking her as no one had before.
“Your throat is so damn tight,” he groaned. “Love the way it grips me when you gag. Omegas are amazing because you are made to be fucked any which way. You took my finger in your ass no problem, you’re gonna take my cock down your throat, and you’ll love it. You were made for this, weren’t you?”
Her moan filled the room, loud because he’d pulled back enough to rub his cock against the inside of his cheek, leaving more of his delicious taste smeared there. His pre-cum covered her tongue and filled her senses, but it only made her long for more.
“One more time, doll. Let’s see if I get those pretty lips of yours all the way up.” He waited, staring down his body at her, until she offered another almost invisible nod. The moment she gave it, Kane slid his other hand into her hair so he cradled her head, then pulled her forward.
He went farther than before, plunging deeper. He didn’t jerk her forward, didn’t slam into her. Instead, he delved forward, one deliberate inch after the next. Even when she gagged, when fresh tears ran down her face, he didn’t stop. “Swallow,” he commanded.
She wished she could see his face, but he’d buried himself so deep, her eyes couldn’t see anything but his pelvis, but the bottom line of his tattoos where they sat on his lower stomach.
Tiffany followed his advice, swallowing, surrendering to him and the moment. She relaxed the best she could, gave into the advance of his dick, to her trust that he’d never hurt her. Slapping his thigh, using her out, never even occurred to her.
When she feared she couldn’t do it, her lips pressed against his body, his hard abs tickling her nose.
He tightened his fingers against her head and his dick twitched. She expected him to come, to let her have her fill of him, but he didn’t.
She released a cry when he pulled back, when he took what she wanted away. Tiffany reached out to claw her nails into his hip, to force him back, but he caught her hands in a steady grip.
“Ain’t stopping, but I need a taste of you myself. You’ve been teasing me with your scent all fucking day.” He stroked her cheek, capturing a tear that had fallen from his rough treatment. His smile widened before he licked it from his finger. “Don’t pout, doll. I got an idea that I think you can get behind.” He leaned in and slid his tongue along her cheek, capturing any other tears there. “Or over. Whatever.”
Tiffany was going to ask what he meant, but a heartbeat later, he’d moved her. She gasped as he shifted her, positioning her like he had every right. They ended up with him on his back on the bed and her kneeling above him, her knees spread around his head.
It left her shorts-covered cunt directly above his face, and only inches from his talented mouth.
She scrambled, uncomfortable with the close contact, with the position
Kane grasped her ass, a cheek in each hand to hold her still. He lifted his head and licked the tight fabric over her crotch. The position muffled his voice, but it did nothing to lessen her reaction to it. “Ain’t gotta be shy. I’m gonna pull these shorts down and eat you out, doll, and you’re gonna forget all about those nerves. Besides, I got something to distract you with anyway.” A lift of his hips that made his still solid cock bounce proved his point.
He was right. The moment her gaze locked on his glistening shaft, wet from her saliva and the pre-cum that had leaked over it, that still beaded on the slit at the top, she stopped worrying about how she looked.
Let him see everything. If I can taste him again, I don’t care.
Sure enough, Kane pulled her shorts down, angling her body to work them off one leg at a time. The moment he had them off, he spread her knees wider.
The first pass of his pointed tongue through her dripping folds made her legs shake. He didn’t stop there, though. Kane wasn’t a man to take things slow. Instead, he returned one hand to her ass, fingers digging in, and used his other to spread her cunt wide. It uncovered her clit and gave him access to anything he wanted. “You got one good-looking pussy. I think I’d be happy to die right here, face to face with heaven.” He didn’t let the comments simmer before tightening his grip on her ass and burying his face in her cunt.
Tiffany leaned forward, arching her hips for a better angle for him, and sought his cock with her lips. She encircled his shaft with her hand, using it to guide him toward her hungry lips. The taste of him was her reward when she fed him into her mouth, the solid mass of him as reassuring as the growl he let out against her pussy.
She closed her eyes, the warring wants inside her tearing her apart. She wanted to feel more of his tongue, to ride his lips and lose herself in the sensation. She also wanted to taste him, to swallow as much of him down as she could. No matter how she tried to focus on the two sensations, she could grasp neither well.
As if he knew it, Kane took the hand that had grasped her ass and set it on the back of her head. He lifted his hips to fuck into her mouth, shallow and quick. His tongue mirrored the movements, driving deep into her pussy while he rubbed the fingers holding her open against her clit.
The feeling of so many things at once overtook her until she came with a gasping cry. Her thighs trembled as he only forced his tongue deeper, his face so tight against her folds she had no idea how he could breathe. His cock jerked against her seeking tongue before the first shot of cum emptied from it, painting her tongue in his hot seed. Even as he came, as his body tensed and his dick emptied, the movement of his tongue never slowed, never ended.
He devoured her as though he’d never get enough, as if he were drugged by her scent and her taste, like he could lick her dry
.
The thick cum slid down her throat as she swallowed, releasing his dick so she could whimper as he kept her at that height.
He didn’t let her rest, didn’t let the orgasm end. Instead, each piercing thrust of his stiff, demanding tongue only prolonged the pulsing of her body, the waves of tension that snapped almost painfully inside her.
When he finally slowed, she couldn’t hold herself up anymore. She rested all her weight on him, bonelessly spread over his body, nuzzling his softening dick with her cheek.
Kane pressed one more kiss to her cunt, even that pulling a shudder from her. He rolled her over, then adjusted her until she was cradled in his arms, their legs entangled.
Her cunt throbbed, sore from Kieran’s knot and overworked from the way Kane had feasted on her. Kane reached down and cupped her sex with his large hand.
She squirmed at the idea of more, at the thought of him pushing her worn-out body into yet another powerful orgasm.
He kissed her head, a possessive grasp over her cunt, long fingers toying with her folds while he avoided her clit. “Easy, doll. Ain’t doing anything. Pretty sure you need a rest.”
“Why are you doing that then?”
“Because I like the way you feel, slippery and open and swollen. Because it took me this long to get your cunt and I ain’t ready to let it go just yet.” He rubbed his cheek against the top of her head before settling in, those fingers fading into an almost sweet massage. “Now stop bitching and go to sleep, or else I’m gonna assume you ain’t finished yet.”
Tiffany lifted her head and stuck her tongue out at him, though he only responded with a chuckle before using the petulant gesture for his own fun. He slid his own tongue against hers and stole a deep kiss, rolling his wrist so his palm stroked her oversensitive clit as a warning.
She whined, breaking the kiss, and went lax against him when he left her clit alone. Served her right for trying to play a game with him, she supposed. Still, the warm glow in her body, the way his mass melded against her, the way it kept the chill away, she snuggled in as close as she could.