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snagging a handful of hair I used to pull his face forward. He had enough time to pull away or say something if it wasn't what he wanted, but my sweet omega just parted his lips and waited for me to fill his mouth.

Who was I to deny him?

My cock jerked the same moment I was enveloped in Quin's warm, wet mouth. He strained forward, attempting to take as much of my length as he could. He couldn't reach the bottom, but not for lack of trying. "Yes, just like that. Take me deep. Show me how much you want me to help you."

Quinlan squeaked and closed his eyes, sucking me off like his life really did depend on it. His cheeks hollowed, creating more slick friction around my shaft. He groaned but never let me fall completely from his mouth. His eyes teared up, his cheeks turning red, as drool and precum leaked from his lips in the corners.

I didn't grip his hair anymore but let my fingers card through the glossy strands, scratching along his scalp every time he brought his tongue against my shaft. Every swipe was a shot of pure pleasure that had my chest rumbling with a deep, unending growl.

"Good boy, getting my dick all ready for that ass."

Quinlan's eyes flew open, desire shining in their depths.

"Do you want that, baby boy?" I cupped his face, rubbing my finger along his chin and neck. "Want to stretch those cheeks open and show me my reward for finding you?"

He nodded as exuberantly as possible while stuffing his face.

His earnest reply filled me and my wolf with pride. Our omega wanted us. He wanted us when we were silly and playing sexy roleplaying games in the forest and when we were ourselves, no games, just him, me, and everything we could achieve together.

I didn't warn him before pulling him off my dick.

Quinlan whined and chased my length with his mouth, eager to get another taste. His eyes—both colors—were glassy and unfocused.

I ripped his shirt from his chest, letting the back hang off him in tatters while I ripped his pants open.

Quinlan mewled, small needy sounds that drove me higher and higher.

Only Quinlan had the ability to tear my attention from everything that wasn't him. He allowed me to relax, to be just me, for as long as we were together. There wasn't a side of me he hadn't accepted, and that was sexier than any tongue trick or new position. Thankfully, we both fucked like we were grateful.

I worked my way down his back, letting his skin prickle as I journeyed to his ass. The black plug lay nestled between his cheeks, and I gripped the rim, rotating the toy slightly and making Quinlan gyrate and wail.

"What's this?" I cooed. "Did you try to get lost, baby boy? Were you hoping I'd find you, pull this plug out, and stuff you full of my cock?"

Quinlan tried to speak, but his words came out jumbled, so he nodded instead.

I pulled, slowly freeing the plug.

"Oh fuck! Oh that… Diesel. Oh my god, that feels so good. But empty. I'm so empty, alpha."

He had to know, with a voice that begged so sweetly, he wouldn't have to wait long. I pulled his cheeks apart, savoring his gaping hole, stretched open, closing only to clench as if trying to catch the plug and draw it back inside. I had something better.

He didn't need to be told. Quinlan pressed his knees into the dirt, resting the rest of his weight on his splayed hands. His spine arched, popping his ass up and back as if presenting himself to his alpha. That was an archaic shifter tradition, but one I understood the merits of in that moment.

Watching him ready himself for me was better foreplay than all the blowjobs put together.

Most of them, anyway.

"If I take you, baby boy, you're mine. I won't show you the road. I won't let you leave. Ever. You'll belong to me. Are you sure that's what you want?"

Quinlan keened and shoved back on my dick, accepting me in one single backward thrust of his hips. His mouth parted, screaming silently as he got used to a length longer and thicker than his plug. His ass muscles clenched, milking me from the beginning.

"Yes, Diesel! I'm yours!"

I drove my hips forward, holding onto his so he wouldn't slam into the ground.

"Fuck! Claim me, alpha!" Quinlan screamed.

His cry snapped the thin restraint I'd clung to. My fingers tightened, my ass flexing as I thrust in, drawing nearly all the way out before slamming back in again. "Mine," I snarled, biting down on his shoulder, my chest blanketing his back as my hips snapped, smacking our bodies together. Reaching around his waist, I found his hard length, stroking it all of twice before he spilled cum into my hand. "Mine!"

I came with his shoulder between my teeth, snarling like the beast I was. Quinlan's high-pitched cries pushed me to go harder, longer, faster, and I did, drawing my orgasm out until neither of us could take it.

When we lay back, panting with him on my chest and my shoulders to the ground, he used his spaghetti-limp arm to drag his palm to my heart.

"This was a good idea." He panted, attempting to catch his breath. "Next time, I want to do a Red Riding Hood thing. I can pretend to be visiting a sick friend…"

"And I get to find you and fuck you in the forest?"

He nodded.

"I'm in."

I kissed him softly, cupping his face with the kindness that I'd held back before. "Whatever you want, Quinlan, it's yours." I stared up through the canopy to the blue sky above.

Quinlan snored and I looked down to find him drooling on my shoulder. I wrapped my arms around him, wishing I'd thought to bring a blanket. Next time I would.

Next time.

These moments still felt like a dream. Like I'd wake up and find Quinlan really was gone, we'd never found a new home or pack family, and none of the nephilim had ever existed. I doubted those worries would ever fade completely, but in time, I'd grow accustomed to this new normal.

To being happy.

The End

Thank You!

Thank you so much for reading Outlaw! Before I do anything else, I must thank my spouse who went above and beyond to help me have the time to finish this book. He bent over backwards, taking on so much more than a single person should be asked to take. And when I was still having trouble, and needed to dig double down in my author cave, he stepped up again, and went even beyond-er. Thank you boo!

I'd like to give a big thank you to Kiki's Alphas. You all help me so much with your amazing insight but also, your company! Thank you to Leslie Copeland for all your assistance, you make my life easier while making it look effortless. And finally, it wouldn't be a thank you section if I didn't thank my cover designer, Adrien Rose for being so amazing, my editor MA Hinkle and my editor Lori Parks of Les Court Author Services!

About Me

Kiki Burrelli lives in the Pacific Northwest with the bears and raccoons. She dreams of owning a pack of goats that she can cuddle and dress in form-fitting sweaters. Kiki loves writing and reading and is always chasing that next character that will make her insides shiver. Consider getting to know Kiki at her website, kikiburrelli.net, on Facebook, in her Facebook fan group or send her an email to [email protected]

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