Page 54 of Toxic Revenge: Part Two

But I was desperate to try it. We’d finally pushed past his worries enough to get him to fuck me, and I wasn’t losing this chance.

“I could hurt you,” West growled.

“You won’t.”

“Can you fuck her already? At this rate it’s never going to be my turn,” Conrad complained.

“You shouldn’t even be fucking her.” West glared at him. “You’re recovering from a gunshot wound. I doubt you’re cleared for heavy physical activity.”

“This doesn’t count!”

I laughed, reaching down to position West’s cock at my entrance. I was practically gushing slick, his cock covered in it. My core tightened in anticipation, and I lifted my free hand to grab the back of West’s neck. I pulled him down so his lips were almost on mine once again.

“I’ve been waiting for you for long enough, don’t you think?” I asked.

His lips crashed against mine, reigniting the passion we’d started on the roof. My need made electricity rush beneath my skin, and the only way to sate it was to have him.

He pressed his hips forward, the tip of his cock splitting me open. I moaned, shifting my hips to try and take more of him, faster. West didn’t make me wait any longer, filling me up until I was clenched so tight around his length that he couldn’t go further.

Groaning, he broke the kiss. “How are you doing? How does that feel?”

It felt fucking amazing. Like I was filled to the brink and stretched to my limit, to a point where any more would break me in the best way.

“You feel good,” I whispered. “Start moving.”

He went slow, pulling out an inch at a time, then pushing back in. I tried to urge him faster with my legs, but he wasn’t having it. He kept going slower until he was barely moving at all, and I let out a frustrated sound.

“Come on. Fuck me.”

West smirked.

My heart palpitated a bit. Did that mean he was all-in? Was he going to be rough with me in the way he’d promised all those days ago?

“I want to hear you beg, little omega.” His husky tone and the command combined did things to my body.

My pussy fluttered around him. “Please, fuck me, West.”

“Mercer, she can do better than that, right?”

His packmate grinned from further up the bed, his bare chest on display. “She can.”

Even Conrad had stopped letting his impatience get the better of him. He was watching me in awe, his hand fisting his cock.

Shifting around on the bed to try and get more friction from West, I whined some more. “Fuck me. I need you to fuck me.”

He thrust into me once and drew back, leaving me empty and aching.

“More, please!”

One more thrust.

“Keep going!” I was practically sobbing at this point, using all my strength trying to haul him closer. He stood steadfast, not letting me move him.

“Think she’s begged enough?” West asked Mercer.

“Yes, but only because we all know she’s been waiting foryouforever. Next time we can’t be so easy on her.”

Grabbing my hips, West held me tight as he gave me what I wanted. He fucked me until I was screaming and arching off the bed, orgasm hitting me like a truck.