Page 81 of Carnage Island

I’m a slave to my Omega’s needs.

“Swallow for me, gorgeous,” I hiss, my limbs shaking from the impending insanity. “Take as much as you can.”

I thrust deep into her mouth on a growl that vibrates through the room as I unleash my pleasure down her hot throat.

She sputters, the poor Omega unused to this act.

But she tries to swallow, her eyes watering from the intensity of it.

Her fingers continue milking my knot, her throat working around my shaft, her tongue leaving my head to coax out every drop.

I pull out enough to let her breathe before going deep again, my orgasm rolling over us in monstrous waves.

It’s unending.

It’s excruciating.

It’s the most amazing pleasure of my life.

And I’ve not even knotted her yet.

That sensuous part of me remains locked inside, but it reacts to her touch, shooting another spurt of cum into her mouth.

She swallows.

But the full force of my climax was too much for her to take.

It’s all over her face, dribbling down her chin.

She’s never looked more gorgeous.

I pull her up to me even as I continue to release a few aftershocks of pleasure, my need to kiss her far more pressing than the rapture spilling from my cock.

Her lips part on a gasp, my tongue snaking inside to duel with her as I roll her beneath me.

She’s so fucking perfect. I want her to know it. To feel it. To understand what our future together really means.

I kiss her soundly, then lick away the cum from her face, not bothered at all by my own flavor.

Especially when she grabs me and pulls me back to suck the essence off my tongue.

I grin, loving this feral display.

I find some of the residual fluid near my groin and bring it to her lips. She sucks my fingers clean.

“Such a good little wolf,” Volt says, reminding us that he’s still here. He’s taken his place alongside us, sans pants, hand on his cock, leisurely stroking. “Do you want more, sweetling?”

“Not yet,” I tell him. “I want my appetizer first.”

And I intend to enjoy it.

Right now.

Right between her slick thighs.

“Bon appetit,” Volt murmurs.

Yes. Bon appetit, indeed.