Outlaw (Wolves of Royal Paynes #4) - Kiki Burrelli Page 0,43

wave that refused to crest. Diesel's hard dick fucked me through my climax, pushing it farther than I would've thought pleasurable and continuing even as my dick went limp and my groans softened into mewls.

"One more time, my omega," he demanded hoarsely with his face pressed against my neck. "Let me see those lips open in ecstasy one more time."

With Diesel, nothing was done by halves. Concentrated and undiluted, he was everything in every moment and never apologized for it. And now, he was the man bringing on my second orgasm, somehow stronger than the first, perhaps because now I knew how his body vibrated when I came all over his dick.

His arms tightened around my back, clasping together at my spine as he pulled me tighter and thrust deeper. So relaxed from my orgasms, I felt the extra inches push in, but it didn't hurt. My body sucked him in deeper, wanting all of him even if getting all of him split me apart.

I dropped my gaze between our bodies to where Diesel disappeared inside me. His unyielding length glistened with his cum and saliva—not even half in.

My world narrowed. Anything that wasn't my alpha's dick disappeared. Though brutal in their intensity, Diesel's thrusts remained even and controlled through my climax, until the waves of pleasure ebbed, and he threw his head back in a loud roar. His thick neck muscles corded as the sound lengthened into a continuous growl. His teeth pressed against my skin, sinking his incisors into the crook of my shoulder before letting loose a burst of molten hot liquid that warmed me from the inside.

My alpha. His cock and cum. He was claiming me in the way only a shifter could. With his teeth and scent, he marked me. My head drooped on his shoulder, rolling with his thrusts as my eyes fluttered with ecstasy.

I knew what was happening but was damned to add anything meaningful to the moment. Finally, Diesel had done what I'd fantasized about him doing since I was younger than was entirely appropriate.

My alpha had broken me. I was ruined. No other man would ever compare, and as terrifying as that thought should have been, I didn't give a damn.

10

Diesel

Quinlan fit perfectly beneath my arm. That had always been a Quinlan-sized space; I simply hadn't had Quinlan to fill it.

I did now. Just as I finally knew exactly how sweet my omega was. I'd never forget the way he tasted on my tongue, all lust and honey. He walked with a slight limp, a fact that made me preen like an asshole. My omega felt me with every step, and he'd better get used to the feeling.

"You might not talk out your thoughts like I do, but I know what you're thinking, big boy."

I arched an eyebrow at him. "Big boy?"

"I'm trying it out. You have such good names for me." He didn't try to stop the shudder that trembled through him.

My wolf preened. My omega loved being my baby boy.

"How about you call him 'fucking late to an important meeting?'" Knox called out from the operations room.

My chest rumbled with my growl, and I used the arm wrapped around Quinlan to lift him closer to my side, bringing his toes high enough to graze the ground as I walked. "Don't snap at my omega," I snarled back, coming into the operations room in the same moment.

Fuck.

Judging from the scents coming down the corridor, the pack, minus Siobhan, Jamie, and the children were in the room. I'd known that, having detected their scents the moment we stepped into the corridor. I hadn't known they'd be sitting, facing the door, and smiling like maniacs. Even the Walker representatives beamed, though the two of them couldn't have any idea what this moment meant.

"Your omega?" Knox said without judgment or doubt. His eyes remained on Quinlan.

My mate nibbled on his bottom lip, before nodding shyly.

"Well, good," Knox said with twice as much pride in his face than was in his tone. He cleared his throat and squeezed his mate's hand when Jazz grabbed his fingers. "Now that that's finally dealt with, we can move on to the important matters of being attacked by fucking water."

"Fucking water?" Kansas said, his face twisted with confusion as he looked to be trying to imagine that.

Wyatt patted the back of Kansas's hand, kissing him softly with a grin that bordered on proud. "Why don't you repeat what you said before, for those who weren't present?" he suggested