Weaving Fate - Nora Ash Page 0,70

dick had not redirected most of my blood supply, and with it, my ability to think.

As I stared from her swollen lips to where Bjarni was so intimately connected with her, in our bond I felt how open and vulnerable she was, how completely conquered. How much he thrilled at the sensation of having her trapped on his dick, an alpha’s pleasure weaving through the gentler emotions of his love for her.

I bared my teeth, impatience washing away the confusion of this new development. It did not matter why I liked seeing her knotted by him—all that mattered was that my dick was aching, and she had other ways of pleasuring me.

I grabbed her by the jaw and pulled her up, leaving her scrambling to support herself on her shaking arms. The moment she was at the right height, I freed my cock and slipped it between her soft lips, groaning with pleasure as wet heat enveloped me. She could not fit more than the tip in her mouth and her teeth scraped against my sensitive skin, but it had to do.

She sputtered once at the unexpected intrusion, but did not resist. After a moment she caught up and obediently formed a tight seal on my head, letting her tongue flick over my frenulum.

Such a good little omega.

She really was lovely, I dazedly thought as I stared into her eyes while she bobbed her head, doing her best to bring me relief despite how uncomfortably my girth stretched her jaw. I had half-expected her to fight me, to refuse me. The last time she did this, she had been high on hormones, her nature trying to coax me into giving in.

Now she had already had her orgasms. This time, the only reason she was sucking me was for my benefit.

I fisted her lush hair in both hands, throwing my head back as I dragged her down harder on my throbbing cock until her molars scraped my flesh.

“Good girl,” I panted. “Such a good girl. Suck me. Take me.”

She sputtered again, one hand coming up to press against my hip in protest. But before I found the strength to ease up on her, she let out a muffled whine, her hand falling back down.

I glanced down, my gaze falling on her pretty face screwed up in a grimace. Behind her, Bjarni was rocking his hips in short, sharp movements, grinding on her G-spot. He shot me a devious look across her naked body, then slipped one hand underneath her. I did not see what he did to her, but I did not need to.

Annabel’s eyes flew wide, a scream muffled to choking sounds on my cock as she lurched forward, then fell back down, ass popping up and out. Whatever he was doing to her clit, it had her thoroughly captivated.

I grunted, angry he got to bring her pleasure, but grateful too. I was too desperate for release to make sure she enjoyed what I did, and some small part of me still capable of remorse knew I would hate myself after if she did not.

Abandoning all restraint in the knowledge that Bjarni would take care of Annabel, I tightened my grip in her hair and fucked her mouth rough and fast. Her teeth scraped on my head, wet gurgles bubbling around it, and fuck, it felt so good! She felt so good.

“Anna! Anna! Anna!” I chanted her name, eyes pinched shut, each thrust bringing me closer to climax

A great thunderclap rolled through my body, blinding white flashing before my eyes as my body finally released. I moaned brokenly and froze half-hunched over my mate, fingers trembling in the tangles of her hair while my semen flooded her mouth.

It took me a few moments to open my eyes, and I drew in a sharp breath at the look of beautiful, perfect Annabel swallowing hard to gulp down my essence, white froth and spit dripping from her lips around my still-bloated dick. Her face was a mask of post-orgasmic haze, wet eyes darting to mine as if needing to know how she pleased me.

“Annabel.” Her name slipped from my lips as I caressed her face, something warm and tight and not wholly pleasant curling in my gut despite the relaxed state of my muscles.

Instincts.

She closed her eyes and pressed her cheek into my touch, finally releasing my dick with a small kiss to its crown.

“Better?” she rasped.

Yes. I felt better.

I moved as far away as the small tent allowed, which was not