Weaving Fate - Nora Ash Page 0,45

used to the size of alphas, but that breath only gave me a lungful of his heady scent.

“God,” I whimpered, sliding my hands up his powerful thighs as I leaned in to rub my face against his dick, lured by the tangy scent of his pre-cum.

“Yes,” he growled, his hand landing in my hair as I rubbed my nose and cheeks against his weeping cockhead like a cat greeting her master. “I am your god. Worship me, omega, and I’ll ease your suffering.”

Non-heat-drugged me would have laughed in his face at the haughty command.

Heat-drugged me placed my lips on his bloated mushroom head and sucked.

He moaned in response, the sound rough and oh-so-good, his fingers winding tightly in my locks. “That’s it. That’s a good little omega whore. Suck my cock, Annabel. Fill your mouth with me—only me.”

I obeyed, his crass words fueling my need. In that moment I only lived to please him, to worship his cock and take his knot.

I lapped at his head and teased the tip of my tongue against his slit, craving every drop of liquid he had to give. But no matter how hard I tried, I could only fit the tip of him in my mouth and frustration sparked in my blood. I needed to please him, needed him inside me—

“Enough!” Modi snarled, followed by a hard yank at my skull. He pulled me off his cock by my hair despite my high-pitched protests at the severed contact with what I craved most in this world.

I shrank back from the threat of his bared teeth, wincing when his hold on my hair stopped my retreat. But instead of following up with another reprimand, the alpha grabbed me, lifted me, and swung me over his shoulder.

The next minute, I was on my back on the bed.

Finally!

I keened, spreading my legs wide and tilting my hips in invitation.

“Yes, Alpha, please!”

He fell on top of me, burying his mouth in my neck. I bracketed his hips with my thighs, whimpering and babbling as he dragged his thick cock over my belly and through my split labia, coating it in my slick. For a wild, wonderful moment, the thick head of his cock caught on my flushed opening, and I tensed in anticipation of him penetrating me.

Only it never came.

Modi growled, teeth gripping my skin hard enough to pinch. He moved his hips farther down, trailing pre-cum down my thigh, his thick fingers finding my opening instead.

“N-No! Don’t!” I cried out at the loss, only to grunt a curse the next moment. Modi didn’t pause to tease me—he pushed three fingers up inside me, spreading my pussy wide, and immediately began pumping them in and out in a fast rhythm.

It wasn’t what I’d wanted, but it was close—maybe close enough. The tight feeling of penetration zinged every nerve in my abdomen, and he smelled so good. Like rutting alpha—like man and musk and ozone.

I buried my nose in his hair and drank in his scent in greedy gulps, focusing on the rocking motion of his hand inside of me.

“More!” I whimpered, clutching at his wide shoulders and tensing my whole body to chase the high I knew he could give me. “Please, Modi, more!”

“I’ll give you more, omega,” he growled, raising his head to look down at me writhing. “Come for me, my little whore. Come on my fingers and I’ll give you more!”

When he brought the heel of his hand to my clit and pressed down, I did.

Pleasure wracked through my pelvis, up my abdomen, and down my thighs. I clung to Modi and mewled as my pussy clenched on his fingers until the tremors released me.

I sagged into the bed underneath him, tired to the bone. I hadn’t managed to sleep since the train, but already fire was licking low in my belly once more.

“You come so prettily, little whore,” Modi said, his voice soft despite the rough edge. When I looked up into his eyes, they were all fire and need. “I could watch you gush for hours. Do you want that? Do you like driving me mad with that beautiful cunt? Another god brought to his knees for what lays between your thighs?”

I should have been angry at his denigration, but right then, it only stoked the smolder in my blood. I nodded feverishly, arching my pelvis as high as his still deeply lodged fingers would allow.

“Yes! I want you, Alpha. God, I want you!”

He growled in response, angrily even as desire flickered