Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 63709 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 319(@200wpm)___ 255(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63709 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 319(@200wpm)___ 255(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
I’ve read countless accounts of the rut, dreamed of this moment many times, but never thought I would ever get to experience it myself. Yet here I am, holding a real, live Omega.
And she is the most stunning creature I’ve ever seen. Her smooth skin is such a deep, dark hue, I cannot see her markings. Her rich, golden-brown eyes are framed with the longest lashes, which are currently fluttering in pleasure.
I’ve never rutted a female, but I’ve read plenty, and I’m going on instinct as I run my hands over her delicious body. Her ass is firm and round in my palms, and I get a sudden urge to slap it. Later, I tell myself. I want to be gentle with her, at least at first.
“Rose,” I murmur. An unusual name for an unusual girl. She’s gazing up at me, and when her little pink tongue darts out to lick her lower lip, the last shred of self-control I was holding on to, snaps. Extending a claw, I shear her gown off her perfect body, leaving her completely naked. Now I can explore all of her.
Bending down, I crush her mouth with my own, savoring her taste and the bolt of pleasure that spears me at the delicious sensation of her tongue meeting mine. I retract my claws and my fingers find her hair, twisting into the braids, holding her to me as I drink from her greedily.
My cock is throbbing in time with my heartbeat.
My other hand finds her breast, thumbing her taut nipple. She whimpers against my lips, and I have to suppress a groan.
I kiss her on and on until we’re breathless, still experimenting with that plump bud on the tip of her pert breast. I stroke it, tug it, pinch it, listening carefully to her responses. Then I allow my hand to wander lower, over her smooth belly, down, down… until I’m cupping the very center of her. She lets out a gasp when I find her clit and stroke it gently, making little circles, then rubbing up and down, my fingertips slipping easily along the swollen folds of her sex.
She’s jerking her hips and gripping my shoulder, making the most delicious mewling noises. Her slick drips into my palm, and I use some of it to paint that growing pleasure bud, stroking her harder and faster for a time before easing off again, testing her reactions all the while.
She likes it slow and firm—that’s when she begins to tremble and clutches me until her tiny fingernails bite into my skin.
Suddenly greedy to taste her there, I drop to my knees. Cupping her ass, I hold her firmly in place, pulling my target toward my face. She will have no escape from the pleasure I intend to give her.
With a growl, I lick into her, her sweet slick exploding over my tongue. My cock jerks but I force myself to hold back. As much as I want to rut her, I also want to savor this.
Her clit is rigid as I lap at it, suck it, roll it between my lips. Her hands have moved to my head and now her fingers are clutching my hood, trying to guide my movements.
That will not do. I am the Alpha. I am in control. She will not command me in this. I pick her up and lay her on the bed, before grabbing her wrists and pinning her down. She moans, her hips bucking.
Her scent is driving me out of my mind.
“Be still,” I command, and settle a large hand above her mons. Her breathing slows. The orbs in the corners of my bedchamber barely allow any light. It’s more than enough for my night vision but she won’t be able to see me clearly.
I admire her sleek form as she calms. “Put your hands above your head and keep them there,” I say, letting go of her wrists, curious to see whether she will obey me.
Her fingers flex. “I want to touch you.”
“Later. For now, do as I say.”
I want to roar in triumph when she follows my instruction. “Good girl,” I whisper as I quickly move to divest myself of my own clothing. “Now keep them there until I tell you otherwise.”
She lets out a little huff, which I ignore. She may not understand why I do what I do, but she will. In time.
Taking hold of her slender ankles, I draw her legs apart and up, bending them at the knees, splaying her open to my gaze. Her delicious pussy parts for me, dripping, and it’s all I can do not to ram my cock up inside her right this instant.
Instead I take my time, settling myself back down between her thighs, my tongue once again finding her swollen, rigid clit.
“Oh fuck,” she mutters, and I feel her body tense. “Please… don’t stop.”