Page 45 of The Violence of Love (The Black Market Omega #2)

Oli

I don’t know how I’m still hanging on.

The wild urge to flip Charlie onto all fours, pull his ass into the air, and fuck the life out of him is almost impossible to ignore.

But I have to do this slowly. There’s something about his timid nature and potent fear that tempers my own urges.

It tells me he needs to be eased into this. Cared for and loved.

Excitement cuts through me as I remove my finger from his ass and caress his inner thighs. I try not to let the tension in my chest show, but this omega is so fucking sweet.

His legs shake. His face is flushed a deep, blotchy red from fever, exhaustion, and restrained arousal. He won’t look at me, but I can feel the shame rolling off him in waves.

I pause, heart in my throat, as I admire him.

His cock is red, tight and hot to the touch. The skin is drawn taut over the shaft as he twitches in pain. His heat isn’t letting up. It looks agonizing.

And he looks so ashamed of it .

“Don’t look at me,” Charlie whispers, almost too quietly to hear.

His trembling hands slip down to cover his cock, as if he can somehow hide what’s happening to him. Tears streak his cheeks, sliding into his hairline, vanishing into sweat-damp curls.

“Charlie,” I murmur, voice soft, trying not to let my own desires consume me as I gently take hold of his wrists. “You look stunning.”

I mean it—not in the way he thinks. Not because of what’s happening to his body, but because of who he is.

He’s my friend. Kind and funny, eagerly helping me without asking for anything in return. And, right now, he needs help to relieve the pressure building inside him.

And I can give it to him.

I barely start to pull his hands away when his body jerks.

He curls forward, a sudden motion that knocks the breath out of him. His abs flex, every muscle locking tight like he’s bracing for impact. A choking sound escapes him, and I move instantly, catching him by the shoulders before he can fold in on himself completely.

I push at his shoulders, forcing him back onto the mattress, but he screams, then grunts as slick spurts from his hole, spraying all over his soft bedding.

Fuck, yes.

My hands shake as I step back and push down my briefs. Charlie quickly snaps his legs shut and tries to scoot away from me, but I grab his ankle, holding him in place.

“It’s okay,” I purr loudly. The sound is rough and somewhat strangled. I’ve never purred for anyone before, but I like it. It feels good. “Open up for me, omega.” I crawl onto his bed, then touch the sides of his knees. “Spread your legs.”

Charlie scrunches his face, shaking his head vigorously from side to side. “No,” he whines, and my heart squeezes for him. “I don’t—” He sucks in a sudden breath as more slick readies his body for me. “What’s happening?” His voice is so small.

“You know what’s happening, omega.” I pry his legs apart, forcing his knees to make room for me. “You’re in heat.”

“No!” He pants, then snarls, “I’m not. I’m not an omega.”

I nod, not wanting to upset him further.

“I know.” I lean down and press a single kiss to his cheek.

His skin is burning up and covered in a thin sheen of sweat.

“You aren’t an omega,” I say to calm him as I move down, kissing the edge of his jaw, then his neck.

I suck right over his scent gland, and his buttery, sweet scent intensifies.

It’s so good, my canines tingle and my cock twitches, tapping his soft stomach.

“I don’t want—” He tries to protest, but I capture his lips, cutting off his words.

Kissing him deeply, I try to anchor him—to pull him back from the fear I can feel rising in him like a tide.

I’ve never been with an omega before—hell, this is the first time I’ve actually touched one—but it’s like my body knows what to do. What he needs. I lean into it, letting instinct guide me.

He’s shaking beneath my hands, his breath catching in small, uneven gasps, but he doesn’t pull away. He lets me hold him. Lets me kiss him. And god, it does something to me. Something I don’t have words for.

Slipping my hands down his slight body, I curl my hand around his weeping cock. He jerks when I squeeze him, trying to thrash away from me, but I won’t let him. I fist his hair, keeping our mouths locked together.

Then I move my hand.

I give him slow, even tugs of his shaft, squeezing the tip with each pass. Precum pours from him, dripping down my hand and covering his balls. My mouth waters, and I can’t wait another second.

Breaking the kiss, I move down Charlie’s body, then pull his cock deep into my mouth. As I suck, he cries, trying to get me off of him. His hands shove hard at my shoulders, then at the top of my head, but I refuse to let go.

He tastes sweet—so damn sweet. Like warmth and honey and something softer, something that’s all him.

He’s softness and need and lust, barely held together.

I swallow down his cock, hollowing my cheeks, then bobbing up and down. Charlie’s hands shift, tangling in my hair. Instead of trying to push me away, he pulls me closer. Forcing his cock deeper into my throat.

That’s a good boy.

Moving slowly, I slip my fingers under his balls, feeling his velvety, wet skin. Then I go lower. He doesn’t seem to notice my gentle touch to his hole as I suck and hum, then I push in.

Charlie yells out as I plunge into his tight ass, sucking him especially hard. His thighs shake violently as his sweet cum bursts across my tongue, and my eyes roll into the back of my head.

Omega .

Mine .

Bite .

“Oh, my…What?... Please,” Charlie pants loudly, his whole body continuing to shake. But I can’t answer him .

The last of my control is gone. All that’s left is the deep urge to claim. Fuck. Mate.

“Omega,” I snarl as I sit up, settling between his pretty thighs.

“Oli?” Charlie whimpers, squinting up at me like he’s struggling to see.

“Don’t worry.” I press the tip of my cock to his fluttering hole. “I’m going to make it all better.”

“No!” He gasps, eyes wide. “Don’t! I’ve never?—”

But it’s too late. I thrust, shoving past his tight ring of muscles and lodging myself deep inside his hot little body.