Outlaw (Wolves of Royal Paynes #4) - Kiki Burrelli Page 0,54

bruises he was leaving later, but I loved how it felt too much to stop him.

Growing up, Diesel had assumed many roles in my life. But no matter who he was to me, I craved him with an intensity that bordered on obsessive.

Okay, it was obsessive.

But at least it was an obsession we shared, and one that hadn't changed with time so even though his cock stretched me wider than I thought physically possible and his hands held me tighter than a lottery winner held their winning ticket, I wouldn't change a single thing.

Diesel worked us into a rhythm, swaying and swinging his hips as he fucked me in circles over the dance floor.

That familiar fizzle in my balls brought an orgasm that raced to the finish line. It was impossible to hold back or even slow. Not when I was concentrating everything I had just to take him.

"Why do I ever doubt my omega?" Diesel crooned. "What a pretty sight you make, trembling, stuffed full. Fuck, Quinlan, the nights I spent imagining the ways I would wreck you. They didn't do the reality justice. That's a good thing. I'd have walked around permanently hard for you. Really, it would've gotten embarrassing."

I managed an amused snicker before he pulled his hips back in preparation to pound the air out of my body. It was while gasping for air that my orgasm gathered, building at the base of my spine and lingering, almost as if my body was waiting for permission.

"Diesel, I'm so close. Diesel!"

He roared and wrapped his huge hands not only around my waist, but ass as well. I had no control in this position. Only Diesel had the power to use me as he liked, thrusting into me with beautiful, brutal strokes.

"Come, sweet omega. Come on your alphas dick."

That was all I needed to hear. My back arched immediately, climaxing with the force of a runaway stallion. Diesel kept moving, pounding over and over, drawing every drop of my climax out of my body.

Spent and boneless, I couldn't even wrap my legs around him anymore. My thighs shook along with my arms but I didn't need to do anything as my alpha took command, meeting my needs before his own.

But not that much before.

His fingers spasmed and though I knew to expect his climax, I hadn't expected it to feel so much or so hot. I imagined my alpha scalding me from the inside, cleaning away everything that wasn't him and me.

When I could breathe evenly again, I mumbled into his neck. "You've never taken me dancing before." I let my chin rest against his shoulder, baring my neck to my alpha as he hummed and rocked from one foot to another.

"I still haven't," he grunted. "This doesn't count. As dancing."

His hair tickled my nose, and I rubbed my face to try and scratch the itch. "This counts. I'm not taking a single thing with you for granted."

"I want you to." He pulled me back, putting more space between our faces than I liked, especially with the way our sweat cooled on my skin. His thick arms had no problem lifting and holding me as he pleased. "I want you to take it for granted—to expect that I will satisfy your every need. That's what I want from you, Quinlan."

My throat closed with too much emotion. My gaze turned watery, but I nodded. "Okay."

Satisfied, Diesel took his shirt off and draped it over my shoulders before returning to our lazy dance. He looked so happy dancing that I didn't care his still-hard dick hadn't moved or that my cum was drying on my skin.

I had Diesel's hums, broken only so he could whisper in my ear, describing all of the paint supplies he'd bring me. From dirty sex talk to dirty art talk.

As he requested, I didn't thank him, but I did kiss him and hold him tight. I rubbed up and down his chest, covering him with our combined scent.

There'd been a time when my alpha had roamed this room alone, propelled only by his grief, but that time was over. I was here now, and if we were going to roam, we'd do it together.

"Storri, do you want butter on your popcorn?" Jazz hollered from the doorway.

Movie night was only ever as good as the snacks.

"Extra butter, please," Storri replied, tucking each of his girls around him on the nest he'd made of blankets.

That looked comfortable. Maybe Diesel could grab us some blankets from our room.