Page 10 of Omega on the Rocks (Pubbin’ Mates #1)

Kieran's growl vibrated against my skin, a low, possessive sound that resonated through my entire being, sending waves of pleasure crashing through my body.

He held me tightly, his arms wrapped around my chest, his body pressed flush against mine, as if trying to meld us into one, to become a single entity bound by primal need and eternal desire.

The scent of our combined arousal, the coppery tang of my blood, and the musky, earthy smell of his sweat enveloped us, creating a cocoon of primal, unbridled need.

It was a heady, intoxicating mixture that drove me wild, my senses heightened to the point of overload, every touch, every breath, every heartbeat amplified a thousandfold.

With his teeth still embedded in my neck, Kieran began to move again, his hips thrusting gently, his knot rubbing against my prostate with each movement.

The sensation was overwhelming, a constant, relentless pleasure that threatened to consume me, to drown me in a sea of ecstasy from which there was no escape, no desire for escape.

I could feel my heat riveting up, my body responding to his claim, my omega instincts screaming for more, for everything he had to give and more still.

My slick gushed from me in waves, coating his length, marking him as mine, ensuring that he knew, without a doubt, that I was his, forever and always.

His hand, still wrapped around my cock, tightened its grip, his finger pushing knuckle-deep into the slit at the tip.

The invasion was shocking, a sudden, intense pleasure that sent me spiraling into another orgasm, my body convulsing around him, my muscles clenching and releasing in a rhythmic dance of pure, unadulterated bliss.

I screamed, my voice raw and hoarse, a primal cry that echoed through the room, a testament to the pleasure and pain that coursed through my veins.

My body bucked and thrashed, helpless to the onslaught of sensations, my slick gushing from me in waves, coating his length, marking him as mine, ensuring that he knew, without a doubt, that I was his, forever and always.

Kieran groaned, the vibration of his voice sending shivers down my spine, a low, guttural sound that spoke of his own pleasure, his own need, his own primal, unbridled desire.

He began to move in earnest, his hips thrusting against mine, his knot driving deep, stretching me, filling me completely, ensuring that I was thoroughly and completely claimed, marked, and bred.

With each powerful stroke, his finger fucked the inside of my cock, matching the rhythm of his thrusts, driving me to the brink of insanity, pushing me over the edge and into the abyss of pleasure.

I could feel every ridge, every vein, every pulse of his cock as it moved inside me, claiming me, using me, owning me, body and soul.

"Keiran," I sobbed, my voice a desperate plea, a cry for mercy, a supplication for more. "I can't—I can't take any more. It's too much. You're too much. You're everything."

He chuckled, a low, dark sound that sent shivers down my spine, a promise of more to come, of endless pleasure and primal, unbridled need.

"You can take it, preacher. You were made for this.

Made for me. Made to be claimed, to be used, to be owned.

And I will claim you, use you, own you, over and over again, until you are thoroughly and completely mine. "

And with that, he increased his pace, his cock and his finger moving in sync, filling me, claiming me, using me for his pleasure, for his need.

I screamed, the sensation of being filled on both ends, of being claimed and used and owned, sending me spiraling into an orgasm that left me seeing stars, my body convulsing around him.

Kieran growled, his own release following close behind, his seed filling me once more, his knot swelling, locking us together, sealing his essence inside me, ensuring that I was thoroughly and completely claimed, marked, and bred.

I could feel every pulse, every spurt of his release, as if it was a physical brand, a permanent mark of his ownership, a testament to the primal, unbridled need that bound us together, forever and always.

Kieran's hips pistoned against mine with a feral intensity, his knot a swollen, relentless presence inside me, driving me to the edge of madness.

Each thrust was a claim, a dominance that left me gasping and desperate for more.

His cock, slick and hot, rubbed against my prostate with a precision that sent electric jolts of pleasure surging through my veins, heightening my heat to an unbearable inferno.

"Fuck, preacher," Kieran groaned, his voice a guttural, primal snarl. "You feel like a fucking vise around me. So tight. So perfect. I could spend eternity buried inside you."

His hand, rough and demanding, gripped my cock with an ironclad strength, his finger still buried deep in the slit at the tip, fucking the sensitive flesh with each thrust. The sensation was overwhelming, a relentless onslaught of pleasure that threatened to shatter me, to drown me in a sea of ecstasy from which there was no escape, no desire for escape.

"Cum for me, preacher," he commanded, his voice laced with alpha power, a demand that brooked no refusal. "Paint my hand with your seed. Show me how much you need me, how much you crave this."

And I did. I shattered, my body convulsing around him, my cock pulsing in his hand, my seed spilling over his fingers, marking him, claiming him as mine.

Kieran growled, his own release following close behind, his seed filling me once more, his knot swelling further, locking us together, sealing his essence inside me, branding me from within.

But he wasn't finished. As my orgasm subsided, he began to move again, his hips thrusting against mine with a savage rhythm, his knot driving deep, stretching me, filling me completely.

With each powerful stroke, his finger fucked the inside of my cock, matching the rhythm of his thrusts, driving me to the brink of insanity, pushing me over the edge and into the abyss of pleasure once more.

"Again, preacher," he growled, his voice a low, dark promise. "Cum for me again. I want to feel you milk my cock. I want to feel you take every last drop of my seed."

I sobbed, my body trembling with the effort of holding back, of trying to deny him, to deny myself, the pleasure that he offered.

But it was no use. With a cry that was half pleasure, half desperation, I came undone once more, my body convulsing around him, my cock pulsing in his hand, my seed spilling over his fingers, marking him, claiming him as mine.

Kieran groaned, his own release following close behind, his seed filling me once more, his knot swelling, locking us together, sealing his essence inside me.

And as I lay there, boneless and spent, my body aching with the intensity of my orgasms, I could feel my heat beginning to ebb, the primal, unbridled need that had consumed me finally beginning to subside.

He continued to move, his hips thrusting against mine, his knot driving deep, stretching me, filling me completely, ensuring that I was thoroughly and completely claimed, marked, and bred.

With each powerful stroke, his finger fucked the inside of my cock, matching the rhythm of his thrusts, driving me to the brink of insanity, pushing me over the edge and into the abyss of pleasure once more.

"One more time, preacher," he growled, his voice a low, dark command. "Cum for me one more time. Let me feel you milk my cock one last time. Let me feel you take every last drop of my seed."

And I did. With a cry that was raw and hoarse, a primal scream of pleasure and release, I came undone once more, my body convulsing around him, my cock pulsing in his hand.

Kieran groaned, his own release following close behind, filling me one last time, his knot swelling, locking us together, sealing his essence inside me, ensuring that I was thoroughly and completely claimed, marked, and bred.

As my orgasm began to fade, Kieran's grip on my cock tightened, his strokes becoming rougher, more demanding. I winced, my cock sore and sensitive, the pleasure bordering on pain. But Kieran showed no mercy, his hand moving with a relentless rhythm, forcing me to the brink once more.

"Come on, preacher," he growled, his voice a low, dark command. "One more time. Give me one more. I know you have it in you. I know you can take it."

I sobbed, my body trembling with the effort of holding back, of trying to deny him, to deny myself, the pleasure that he offered.

But it was no use. With a cry that was raw and hoarse, a primal scream of pleasure and release, I came undone once more, my body convulsing around him, my cock pulsing in his hand.

As the final tremors of my orgasm subsided, a profound exhaustion washed over me, seeping into every fiber of my being. Kieran's grip on my cock eased, his hand gently stroking me as he murmured soft, almost reverent words of praise and possession.

"You're so good for me, preacher," he whispered, his voice a low, soothing rumble. "So perfect. So mine."

I collapsed against him, my body boneless and spent, utterly sated and utterly his. Kieran's arms wrapped around me, holding me close, his body still locked with mine, his knot a warm, comforting presence.

"Sleep now, my preacher," he murmured, his lips brushing against my ear. "I've got you. I'll always have you."

As I drifted off into a deep, dreamless sleep, cradled in his arms, I knew that I was safe, that I was home.