Gray (The Boundarylands #10) - Callie Rhodes Page 0,13

with his own.

The omega kissed back with equal hunger. She clawed at him, desperately tearing at his clothes while simultaneously attempting to climb her way up his body.

Gray held her at arm's length just long enough to tear off his clothes and kick the shredded remains away.

Then he gave into what their primal natures demanded. He lifted her up, pressing her bare flesh against his. Her skin was cool from the water and the autumn wind. Tiny goosebumps covered her from her shoulders down…but not for long.

Even now, Gray could feel her absorbing the heat of his body, taking it for her own. She writhed against him, her skin growing not just warmer but hotter by the second.

Hotter and wetter.

A possessive growl burst from Gray's lips as a wash of wet heat cascaded over his hips and down his legs. In the next breath, the scent of her slick filled his senses, pushing him beyond the edge of reason.

There were no more thoughts after that, only sensation, as instinct took over. Gray clung to the woman as she strained to wrap her legs more fully around his waist. He kissed her even harder, even more urgently. But no matter how much he drank in her feel or scent or taste, it wasn't enough. It would never be enough.

Only one thing would.

Gray cupped her rounded ass in his hands as he stepped down into the hot spring. Pressing her back against the smooth concave stone that formed the back of the basin, he positioned her hips around him, ignoring her attempts to set the rhythm.

Even in her lust-filled haze, the omega must have known what was coming next. The hunger of her kiss intensified until she was nipping at his shoulders with her teeth and digging her fingers into his back.

The thrill of having an entranced omega wordlessly begging to be taken made Gray's cock so hard it ached.

For a moment he held her rigid and still, staring her straight in the eye, savoring this last moment before everything in his life changed.

Then Gray tightened his hands on her hips, and in one powerful thrust accompanied by a ferocious roar, he entered her.

She was hot, tight heaven. Better than every dream, every fantasy, every other woman. The omega's body accepted him instantly, stretching and conforming to the shaft of his cock even as he drove all the way to the base.

She cried out against his ear as her body was wracked with a shattering spasm. Not from pain—not from shock or fear or even pleasure.

But from completion.

Now that Gray could press his face against the long, slim column of her throat and drink in her full scent, he knew exactly what she was feeling. He felt it too. There wasn't a force on Earth that could deny how right this was.

Gray had been dismissive of omegas before. As far as he could tell, the few who had found their way to the uplands had only brought discord to his community.

But right now, buried deep within the ecstasy of this omega's pussy, he finally understood. This kind of maddening bliss was worth losing his damned mind over. It was worth losing everything for.

The pleasure Gray felt as he pistoned inside her body again and again was so all-encompassing that he feared he might not survive its climax. What's worse, he didn't care.

A fresh wave of slick poured from the woman's cunt, washing over his cock before dissipating in the warm mineral water. Her bucking and clawing urged him on, and Gray began pumping his cock deeper and deeper. Her scent grew more acute with every thrust, intoxicating him like no drug ever could.

Every move elicited a more passionate response—the harder his thrusts, the louder her cries. The deeper he took her, the harder she clung to him.

Until without warning, she shattered—screaming and shaking and tightening her pussy around him with shocking strength. Gray howled, not holding back the savage satisfaction her pleasure brought him.

Then—already hungry to feel it again—he kept going, fucking her until she reached another orgasm...and another. Again and again, she shook and bucked against him until the only sound Gray could make out was a sweet whispered prayer against his ear.

Yes. God, yes. Yes.

Eventually, having lost all track of time, all sense of place, Gray felt the unstoppable force of his own release approaching. A heaviness built in his balls, traveling up to take root in the base of his cock. One last time, he rammed himself inside her,