“You’re so beautiful, Omega,” he murmurs, his green eyes blazing.
Suddenly, Brock’s finger is out of me, and he flips is over so I’m straddling him.
His cock is inches from my pussy, and I grip his length, pumping him with my fist.
“Sit on it,” Brock groans. “Come on, baby. Let me watch you take it.”
Fueled by arousal, I sink myself down on him, his cock slowly filling me until he bottoms out inside me.
“Oh,fuck,” he groans as I work my hips, bouncing on his cock.
Without enough suppressants in my body, I’m a live wire, so sensitive that when Brock pinches my nipples through the fabric of my ruined dress, I clench on him, gushing all over his cock.
I’m going to come embarrassingly fast again.
“That’s right,” Brock hisses, his hands gripping my hips and working me faster on him. “Let me feel it, Omega. Let me feel you squeeze my cock.”
I hear Dylan moaning in the background, and I glance to see him pumping himself, his eyes trained on me.
“I need to hear you come,” he begs. “Please, Olive, let me hear you.”
His little whimper, followed by Brock fucking up into me, sends me over the edge.
With a snarl, Brock follows me, his cock slowly inflating inside me. He fills me until I can barely move on top of him, and I collapse, draping my body over him.
But he continues to move, thrusting his hips up, drawing small orgasms from me.
“Do it,” I beg him, as I feel his breath ghosting over my mating gland. “Please, Alpha, please—”
But I don’t have to plead long. His mouth is at my sensitive skin and suddenly, his teeth sink into me.
I read about what happens during a mating bite. I’ve heard about it.
But nothing compares to experiencing it.
Brock’s essence is inside me, and I see every part of him.
I feel his emotions. I sense his soul as it mingles with mine.
“Oh, fuck,” he breathes, grinding up into me. “Olive, you’re everywhere…oh my God, my sweet girl…”
There are so many sides to Brock.
The curiosity. The intelligence. The insecurities. The love for his brother.
His loneliness.
It’s all mixed up into what is truly Brock, and I’ve never felt closer to him.
He’severythingto me.
Spent, I pant on top of him, trying to slow my heartbeat as he whispers sweet words in my ear.
How lovely I am. How precious.
How he’s in awe of me, and he wishes he could be like me.
I float in a haze until his knot slowly slides out of me, and he maneuvers me onto my back.