Page 21 of Ronen (Sweet Alps Legacy #1)

Fingers wrapped around his throat, I surged forward, my lips slamming into his in a rough kiss. He tasted like dark coffee, danger, and my future.

My other hand tangled in his mop of hair, tugging the soft strands roughly. Ronen moaned, the sound shooting straight to my cock that still bobbed between us. Hands on his throat and tangled in his hair, I ordered, “Suck me. ”

Defiant green eyes glared at me. “Make me.”

This man, this omega, was going to be the death of me.

But what a hell of a way to go.

Pushing his head towards my cock with one hand, I kept the other wrapped around the tender skin of his throat. I could feel his Adam’s apple, his stubble, when he swallowed my thick head and kept going for more.

My hips surged up from the couch, my good foot pushing from the floor, forcing more of my cock to slip past his lips. Down his throat. Warm, wet heat surrounded me, as he swallowed and bobbed and sucked.

He encircled my base with one hand, stroking up as his head went down, his throat muscles opening up as he took me to the root, his lips meeting his hand. Did the man have no gag reflex?

His other hand covered mine on his throat, pushing my fingers deeper into his tender skin, nearly but not quite, cutting off what little airway he had.

Tears streamed down his face, as his glistening eyes peered up at me through his inky lashes.

He was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.

Pretty lips stretched wide around my thick cock stuffed into his mouth.

One hand wrapped around his throat, feeling every breath, every swallow, every gasp, and finally a gag that made him pull back.

My other hand was buried in his thick hair, tugging and guiding his head on my cock, keeping him there, and only letting up when I moved him up and down.

I’d had partners who liked it rough, but I’d never had one who wanted my hand wrapped around their throat while they sucked me off. It was exciting and new, and sexy as hell .

He trusted me enough to let me do this, or maybe Ronen let every alpha he came across wrap their fingers around his throat.

I wanted to tell him so badly what I was, with every fiber of my being. Wanted to shout it to the rafters, wanted to make him see he was always, always meant to be mine.

But I couldn’t do that yet.

Instead, I watched as this sensual, sexy man sucked my brain cells out through my dick, my hips pistoning upwards, my good leg flexing, my thigh muscles screaming.

My spine tingled, guttural grunts coming from my mouth, and my balls tightened. A second before I was about to explode and empty my cum down Ronen’s throat, he pulled back. Off my cock, and somehow, with a few moves I had never seen before, broke my hold on his throat and was free.

Growling in frustrated need, I nearly cried when the pressure and heat of his mouth vanished.

Placing a finger over my lips, Ronen shook his head, a tiny, closed lip smile on his face.

Leaning down close to my ear, he whispered, “When you come I want you inside my hole. I want to feel you for days. I want your knot forcing your cum deep inside me, and then I want to watch as it drips out of me.”

If this was some kind of pain killer, drug induced dream, I never wanted to wake up.

Because never in my wildest fantasy of jerking off in the shower to images of Ronen, could I have imagined him saying any of these things. And it was hot as fuck.

Ronen hovered over me, his legs straddling my hips, his strong fingers curling into the muscles of my shoulders. Eyes locked on his, he slowly began to sink down. Using one hand, I held my cock steady, guiding it into his slick hole .

Goddess, I wanted to taste him, wanted to lick every inch of him, wanted to feast on his sweet ass. One day, I would do all those things and more.

My cock nudged at him, his heat and slick coating the tip, before I stopped his movements. “Protection?”

It had been an afterthought, at the very last possible second, because Ronen made me forget my common sense. As shifters we were immune to STDs, but we weren’t immune to pregnancy.

As much as the thought of seeing Ronen round with my baby turned me on, an unplanned pregnancy was the last thing we needed. We barely knew one another, fated mates or not, and I still wasn’t convinced the man even liked me.

“I’m on the shot,” he groaned, the muscles in his thighs quivering as he held himself over my hips and cock. “We’re good. Want to feel you in me.”

When he looked like he did, naked and flushed, his eyes lust blown, and he sounded needy and demanding, there was no way on this planet I could have turned his offer down.

My wide head slid into his hole, stretching tightly and squeezing. Ronen didn’t wait to adjust, just sank down and down, until he was fully seated. His ass full of my cock, his butt resting on my thighs.

My hands gripped his hips, my fingers digging in, as sensation after sensation washed over me.

There were so many I couldn’t think clearly.

Could only feel, smell, taste, and hold on tightly as my omega began riding me like I was a bucking bronc and he needed to stay on at least eight seconds to survive.

Our bodies strained together, muscles flexing. Sweat covered us both, Ronen’s skin ablaze beneath my roaming hands. Even as he moved against me, on me, straining for release, I couldn’t stop touching him. I never wanted to stop feeling his soft skin beneath my hands.

Pulling him to me, I licked at the salty skin of his shoulders, the crook of his neck. Ronen’s cries grew louder, and he sounded just like I imagined he would. High pitched, needy, breathless, demanding.

Tilting his head to one side, he grasped my hair hard, forcing my lips against his neck. His scent gland, his mate gland, was there, the place I would mark him as mine, when the time was right.

“Mark me,” he growled, as he bounced on my cock, racing for his release.

Scraping my teeth down the slender column of his neck, I sucked in the tender skin above his gland. My mouth moved against his skin in time with our pumping hips, Ronen’s ragged breathing amping up my desire with each moan, each gasp of sound he made.

The tingle raced at my spine, my balls heavy, and I knew I was close. My knot swelled with my cock, growing even bigger inside Ronen.

“So full,” he gasped, “So fucking full. Want…to…come!”

Lips sucking his neck, fingers grasping any part of him I could touch, I surged up inside him, my muscles straining. My knot swelled larger than I had ever experienced with any omega before, locking us together, as we both screamed.

My cum shot out of me, splashing hot inside Ronen’s tight hole, and his cum painted my stomach and chest. He collapsed against my chest, both of us shaking, sweating, and panting.

Ronen let out a small, contented sigh against the skin just above my nipple, and that’s when my ankle decided to remind me that it was still attached, and still broken .

Searing pain slammed into me, stealing my breath, and making me groan in agony. Fucking hell, that hurt!

“I think I’m gonna pass out now,” I barely managed, when everything went black, and I did just that.

And when I woke in the morning, naked and half sprawled across my couch, ankle throbbing and covered in Ronen’s dried cum across my stomach, he was gone.