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Miranda

“Ride me, my Omega. Take your pleasure from your Alpha.”

Holy shit.

Colt’s command spurs me on, awakening something in me I never knew existed. Something… dominating and fierce.

The creature in my chest purrs silently with delight, and as soon as it does, a loud purr emanates from Colt’s chest, vibrating his entire body beneath my straddling legs.

I know what I want. And now, I’m not afraid to take it.

I reach down, grab his cock in a tight grip and line it up to my entrance as he hisses, “Yesss…”

As I slowly lower myself onto him, a little at a time, the feel of him stretching and filling me is beyond compare. My gaze never leaves his face, taking in every expression shift as I take more and more of his glorious cock into my body with a sigh of pleasure and relief. Those mismatched eyes grow tight with concentration, then soften with pleasure, but never do they move from the sight of our bodies joining.

Just before our hips meet, my body convulses with pleasure, not quite an orgasm but so close, and I feel more slick splash from inside me and coat his cock and lower body. I can’t even fathom embarrassment, the pleasure has too strong a hold on me.

“Ride me, Mira.” Colt’s whisper is reverent, his green and blue eyes pleading with me. For pleasure. Release. Love.

So I do as he asks, my hands on his abs as they flex with each roll of my hips, grinding my still swollen clit against his pelvis, reveling in fullness inside me. His fingers slide across my left forearm until he laces them with mine, gripping tightly. His other hand splays across my lower abdomen and pushes, just slightly, indicating that I should lean back.

I do, and it’s the first time our eyes break contact, two of our hands joined, my free hand on his thigh behind me as I lean back. When the head of his cock hits a spot inside me just right, I gasp and whine until it turns into a moan.

His purr ever increases, vibrating his whole body and mine. And when his thumb presses against my clit, I cry out, convulsing as more wetness gushes from my body. I feel it on my thighs and against my ass as I keep moving, never wanting his cock to stop rubbing that spot.

“Look at you,” Colt breathes. “Look at you using my cock.” He rubs his thumb in small, languid circles against my clit. “Whose cock are you riding, Bunny?”

I jerk atop him, then sigh, “Yours.”

I can feel his head shake, drawing me to look at him again. “Every part of me belongs to you, Mira,” he says with soul-burning adoration. “Forever and always. You own me.” His fingers tighten around mine, and his thumb circles my nub a bit faster. “Tell me, whose cock are you riding?”

A small pinch to my clit makes me scream in pleasure. “Mine!”

“Whose cock?”

“It’s my cock!” I cry. “This cock belongs to me!”

My final words come out like a beastly growl, the pleasure unbearable, my body quaking until I feel myself milk his cock inside me, squeezing over and over as the orgasm wracks my entire body. As I scream his name, he reciprocates and his cock swells impossibly large inside me, pumping jets of come deep inside me as it locks us together. Mating us.

But it isn’t enough.

My teeth ache, and I hiss as Colt pulls me down to him, latching his teeth into the skin above my left breast, right near my heart. He growls and purrs, his tongue sweeps across my flesh until I can’t take it any longer. Instinct, feral and raw, has me grip his hair and pull his head back, his lips coated in my blood glisten in the light.

And then I strike.

My teeth sink into the flesh of his trapezius, close to where it joins his neck. Colt lets out a sound, something akin to a howl, and crushes me in an embrace, his hips pumping shallowly, driving his knot deeper inside me little by little.

His blood, like Rai’s had been, is an intoxicating mixture of sweet and copper, and when I release his flesh, Colt claims my lips with his. Our blood mingles in our mouths, and I swear I can taste the difference between them as they mix, forming a beautiful bouquet, like a fine wine.

We lay in each other’s arms, Colt holding me in a vice-like grip, like he thinks I’ll try to get away. A pang of sadness blooms in my chest at the thought, and I hug him tighter.

When his knot at last recedes, I shift higher on the bed, and Colt rests his half-asleep head against my breasts with a sigh of contentment. As we quiet and begin to slip away, he whispers my name over and over again, as though he fears he’ll forget it.