squeezing my inner muscles around his cock.
Faust snarled. His skin slapped against mine as his thrusts gained a staccato rhythm. Each push inside bumped against that spot in me that made my eyes roll to the back of my head. My arms went boneless. I couldn't even hold on. But Faust held on for me. He kept a steady pace, filling the room with growls and groans. I'd stopped attempting words and had devolved to making tiny noises that weren't anything close to intelligible.
This was what I should've been afraid of. Not Faust's body or how he would use it, but how it would make me feel. I wasn't in control any longer. Faust directed how fast and deep his touches went. My body took over the rest, leaving me and my mind to hold on and enjoy.
My balls tightened as my upper half hung back over Faust's arm. My head bobbed with his pace while my eyes rolled back.
"You look so beautiful hanging off my dick."
Those dirty words were my undoing. I came with the destructive force of a boulder through a glass table. My body shattered into a million sparkling pieces, and my dick painted my stomach with cum while I disintegrated into the mattress.
Faust hunched over, licking the glistening fluid without stopping his thrusts. His muscles tightened, swelling larger right before my eyes. I felt sharp pricks of pain at my waist and looked down. Faust's fingernails were claws. I didn't think he even realized.
This protective, self-assured man was losing control, and I couldn't have been prouder of myself.
"Yes, alpha!" I wished I knew how to say more but hoped those two words got my point across.
Faust drove deep and froze there. His thick member pulsed once inside me before unleashing, filling my channel with wet heat. His hips jerked to an irregular beat, but he never pulled out more than a few inches. I kissed him the whole time. If his orgasm was like mine, he didn't know which way was up right now. His hips slowed like a train steadily coming to a halt.
"Storri," he whispered, holding me close. Without withdrawing, he let our bodies fall to our sides onto the comforter.
My heart pounded, but his did as well. "Why didn't we do that earlier?" I asked, making Faust laugh.
"Timing is everything." Faust kissed the tip of my nose. He liked that so much, he pressed more kisses into my skin. I imagined his lips were a stamp, each kiss claiming me in yet another way. "I didn't hurt you?"
Hurt? Nothing about that had been painful. "No. I want more. Again. I never want to leave this room." My cock gave a halfhearted jerk, but he was spent. "In a little bit, maybe."
"My omega needs a cat nap?" He tucked my body against his chest.
He snorted at my expression. I'd come to the erroneous conclusion that had been the finale, and now I didn't know if I was more excited or amazed.
"There's no rush, kitten. Rest for a bit, but know, I'm not close to being done."
A thrill danced down my spine that made me shiver. I'd made Faust wait a long time for this. I didn't mind one bit if he planned on catching up.
Chapter Fourteen
Faust
My fingers pressed into the luscious flesh of Storri's ass. The pink skin beneath each fingertip blanched white, and I worked my palms in deep circles, teasing a low moan from my omega.
I'd meant only to massage, but once I had my hands on Storri's bare ass, I forgot anything that wasn't claiming or marking him. I'd told myself in the weeks leading to this moment that I hadn't minded that Storri hadn't truly carried my scent. My smell was something I deposited on his body with regular frequency, but that type of scent marking faded with time.
Now, I'd climaxed inside him so many times, he'd never stop carrying my presence. To my pack, that scent would tell them he was one of us, a part of the whole. To strangers, it would tell them to fuck off or pay the price.
Storri's arm were folded over each other and braced against the wall, his head nestled in the crook while his back bowed. His eyelids were heavy, closing slowly as he nodded off. He didn't let that stop him from offering his body like a sacrifice to my touch. The side of my hand slipped between his cheeks, and my pinky brushed against his hole.
Storri's eyes flew open, and