Page 18 of Your Wild Omega (The Feral Actress #2)

Chapter fourteen

Rickon

Zack’s hot breath tickles my ear, sending a rush of molten sensations from my head to my belly. Words can’t describe how fucking sexy he looks, strong arms crowding us in while he’s wearing Callisto’s suit, which has ripped through the crotch, with his blue eyes shining with lust.

Desire. For me as well as Red.

And now he’s asking for my consent. And maybe, just maybe, for something even more precious. Something he doesn’t understand yet. My heart double-beats, my tight corset making it harder to breathe.

I reach out and link my arms around his neck. “Yes, Zack.” Belatedly, I point to our front door. “Inside.”

Zack’s eyes narrow and he swoops down and picks me up, lifting me like I weigh nothing. I might be an alpha with a slighter frame, but I’m still a solid hundred fifty pounds. His malted barley scent, always strong, flares thicker.

“How about you guys head out for lunch?” Red asks, her voice lilting with delight as Zack tows her behind him. She grabs a card from her pocket and flicks it at Pierce. “My treat.”

“Ma’am, we can’t—”

The door slams behind us, shutting off the agent’s protest. Red perfumes, spreading scorched macadamia flavor across my tongue. I’m already aroused, and that scent makes me rock hard in seconds.

And Zack? He snarls in a desperate way that sends fresh heat shocking through me.

Like he can’t wait a second longer. I thread my fingers through his coarse hair, tracing the scars on his scalp, signs of the cold, cruel life he’s lived so far.

But now Red and I get the privilege of teaching this wild man about love.

“Hello!” Ozzie chirps from his cage around the corner.

“Hi, Ozzie,” Red calls cheerily. “We’re a bit busy now.”

“Hello, hello,” the bird parrots, making us grin.

Zack dives his nose into my collar, every indrawn breath tickling my sensitive skin.

When he lifts his face, a rigid determination shines in his expression. He curls his fingers around his leather collar, collecting the dangling leash with a twist of his thumb. My pulse turns frantic as his lips quiver a few times.

He silently tests his words, and then declares, “Orf. Off.”

Fuck me. That’s a new word for him, although he’s obviously heard us use it. Our feral’s exerting his independence, and it’s exhilarating.

I meet Red’s gaze over his muscled shoulder, and she presses her fingertips to her lips, covering a smile. It might be too soon to tell, but it strikes me that Zack already understands the difference in what’s required of him outside versus in our own home.

How far might he run with that idea?

Red passes me the tiny key from a chain around her neck, and I insert it into the lock on the collar.

I think the security is more symbolic, really, in a BDSM way, but after Agent Pearce’s suggestion, we figured it was one more deterrent against Zack getting into trouble in public.

After the lock clicks, I pull the collar out from the metal clip and let it slide free.

Zack releases my ass, and I flow down his body to stand, not missing the boner poking out through his ripped trouser seams. I’d better sew the tear up before Callisto sees it.

Our feral alpha cages me against the wall, one big, roughened hand sliding down over my hip to grasp my thigh. So possessive.

“Ask,” he mutters, mouth hovering an inch from mine.

“Yes,” I whisper, and his lips close on mine.

Zack knows what he’s doing now. His mouth presses to mine, damp and burning hot. A whimper slips free of my throat, and he dives his tongue into my mouth as if to coax more moans from me.

The alpha splays his palm over my chest, questing. I reach between us, pressuring his big body away enough so I can reach my corset laces. When I pull, he tenses, that muscular hand slamming me back against the wall hard enough to make my breath sputter.

“Zack!” Red warns sharply.

“It’s okay,” I say raggedly. “I actually—” Fuck, heat burns through my cheeks as I realize what I’m admitting.

“You what?” Red asks, suspicion darkening her tone.

“I like it.” I throw my hand up to cover my face as heat roars through my cheeks.

Is it because I’ve had so much rough sex in the past that I got used to it?

Or is it because I want to surrender to his raging masculinity?

Maybe I’m just a simp for the ones I love, and this feral alpha has scorched his name on my heart.

Ignoring my plight, Zack hunkers down and studies the laces on my corset, tugging on the ends until it comes loose.

I guide his fingers to the row of tiny hooks used to tighten the clothing over my waist and chest and he frees the lacing until the whole thing’s loose enough to scoot over my hips and drop to the floor.

He grins, clearly pleased with himself for defeating the lace-and-boning obstacle. With that sexy smile on his face, he clasps both my hips, fingers extending all the way around my ass cheeks.

“Fuck, Zack,” I mutter, balancing on his shoulders. A silent instinct reminds me how much trust he’s showing by taking this lower position before me. His thumbs catch in the lace of my underwear and he pulls, making me gasp as the fabric strains tight around my aching cock.

Red leans over his shoulders to undo Zack’s vest buttons, and he takes her weight without even getting off balance. Another faint moan slips through my parted lips as he drags my underwear free.

Zack rises and holds my collarbone with one hand, turning sideways to give Red access to his clothes. “Off,” he says again.

I try to slip his hold, but he straightens his arm, locking me between his palm and the wall with a sudden thrust. This strong alpha could crush my chest like this if he wanted to.

But that knowledge only turns me on more because if Zack was going to hurt me, it would have been the first day we brought him home. My knees go a little weak as heat pulses through me. The noise that vibrates in my throat catches both their attention.

I purr huskily.

Zack growls and attaches his mouth to mine in one sudden move.

I gasp into his lips, and he licks, stealing my senses and my breath.

Then the world tips as Zack lifts me over his shoulder and, a moment later, it whirls again as he throws me on the couch.

It hurts good, the faint sting of adrenaline carrying heady lust in its wake.

The light shutters as Zack covers me with his body, his thick cock questing along my thigh. Fuck, I’m burning up here, ready to explode already. Zack pauses, thumbs deep in my hip crease, a puzzled look on his face as he gazes down at my anatomy.

Red smothers a chuckle. “Here, Zack.” She guides his hand between my legs, startling another gasp from me. “This is what men have. You gotta loosen it with your fingers first.” Her gaze flits up to me. “Right?”

My omega teaching our alpha how to prep me for sex.

Does it get any hotter than this? I thrust my knuckle between my teeth and nod.

Red’s scarlet hair falls forward over her shoulder, the roll escaping her pins as she guides Zack’s fingers over my balls and down the seam to my hole.

Honestly, I’d consider taking him right away, but like everything we do with Zack, this is a life lesson.

Plus, it has been a while since my ass last got attention.

I block out the thoughts of Hudson that follow.

Zack is nothing like that bastard.

A shiver possesses me as Red traces the rim of my pucker. A moment later, Zack’s roughened thumb presses in, spiraling lightly. I moan and arch.

“See? He likes it,” Red says, her sly voice fanning my need.

“Come here, minx,” I implore, and Red giggles as she obeys. I tug her down for a kiss and she falls, half on me. “He’ll figure it out,” I murmur against her mouth. “He’s smart.”

“Mm-hmm.” She soaks up my kisses and comes back for more, her breath quickening.

Zack lifts my hips, studying me with a student’s fixed attention, and his big knuckles brush over my cock with fascination. His touch slips down through my legs and then back to my ass. The alpha presses more firmly, sending his thumb slipping through my muscle rings. I gasp.

Red hovers over me, grinning. “Feeling good, alpha?” she asks.

I dive my fingers into her hair, locking our whimpers together in a series of breathy, messy kisses.

“S-so good,” I stammer. When she looks up to check on Zack, I tug Hannah’s borrowed over-one-shoulder silken shirt off my omega and work on the buttons of her high-waisted dress pants.

Then Zack drags his finger out, making me moan and my body lock up.

He does it again, watching me with a hunter’s intense gaze as I garble out a lusty groan. “More, Zack,” I beg, spreading my knees. He’s got me so hot; my body feels too small to bear the need burning inside.

Red rises to shimmy out of her clothes.

I grasp her hand. “Biscuit, could you grab a condom and some lube? I could go bare, but I don’t want him getting a UTI.” And I’m definitely going to need the lube, given how thick he is.

She nods and races up the stairs.

Zack watches her go, his head tilting as he tracks her footsteps along the upper floor. Once he hears her returning, he presses his thumb back into me. “More,” he repeats under his breath.

I dissolve into a writhing, moaning mess as Zack takes up my challenge. He rocks his engorged dick across my calf, movements growing rougher and more frantic. He’s ready for more, too.

Red returns and I catch my breath while she fits the shield over his cock, explaining things as simply as she can. “Okay, you’re good to go,” she murmurs, kissing his cheek. “You can fuck my alpha.” She throws me a sexy wink and my heart double beats.

Zack’s eyes widen as he looks down at his cock and back at my ass, realization dawning. It lights him up, and he scrambles to change his footing on the couch, sliding his body up mine. His rubbered cock grazes up my thigh, digging in with short, quivery thrusts showing his eagerness.

Suddenly he freezes, braced with one arm over the back of the couch, one locked beside my hip. He gazes down at me, his expression changing.

I hold my breath, wondering what’s coming. Is there a chance I was wrong about him hurting me? I can’t escape now since I’m pinned under his solid body with no leash around his neck.

Zack leans in, pressing his cheek to mine and nuzzling up and down, marking me. “Ask?” he murmurs.

Tears prickle behind my eyes. How does this wildling alpha know more about consent than half the men I’ve been with?

I worm my hand between our bodies and guide his cock to my pucker. “Yes, Zack.”

He groans into my ear as I seat his thick erection into my ass, lifting on my heels to get the best angle. His teeth graze my jaw, and he growls as his hips buck forward, sinking his cock deep inside.

My breath flees. I gape, hands floundering against the couch as his girth shocks up into me. Fuck, he’s thick. I use every technique in the book to relax and stretch around him, deep breathing and rotating my ass in small circles to get him inside. Zack rises, bracing on the couch to thrust again.

I arch, mouth falling open with silent cries. I scrabble my fingers across the fabric-coated joins, looking for anchorage.

“Shit, that’s so hot, babe,” Red croons, wrapping one hand over her bare waist. Her cheeks flush as she stands at Zack’s shoulder in just her underwear, watching where our bodies meet.

It’s too much, my omega watching as our alpha fucks me silly, his punishing thrusts sending intoxicating waves to overload my system.

I reach for Red, and she takes my hand as I crunch upward, groaning and swearing. Have I ever wanted to come this fast in my life? Zack’s nostrils flare as my scent explodes, and he grunts, looking for even more purchase and driving harder.

Red pants, and I spin my hand over to capture her wrist, tugging her closer. I coast her panties down over her smooth thighs. “I want you on my face, Red,” I gasp out.

She shivers, slick dampening the short down over her pussy.

Yeah, I need that. I tug her into place, so she’s spread over my chest, facing Zack, and I lever her by her hips until her ass hovers over me just right.

My omega’s already dripping from watching her men.

I drag my tongue through the wet mound, her honey flavor startling another greedy moan from me.

I seal my mouth over her pussy and suck hard.

Red falls forward with a mewl, but Zack catches her. He doesn’t pause in his siege on my ass, steady thrusts turning wild as Red’s scent joins mine and his in the air. I can barely breathe around Red’s pussy, but every gasp of air is thick with the taste of them.

I squirm as heat ricochets through my body, building.

Red drops her hand to my cock, and then it’s all over for me. The tingling starts at the base of my cock, and I thrust and lick desperately, digging into Red’s hips to keep her from sliding off me as I tremble.

Zack thrusts deeper, threatening to split me, and the hard edges of his knot bump against my ass with every thrust. He’s so excited by our union.

Tears run down my face as my orgasm locks me up and thrashes me hard, Zack’s movements turning frantic.

He snarls, and then Red cries out and goes rigid, her pussy swelling around my mouth before a flood of juice sprays over my tongue.

I suck it down greedily, then freeze as Zack impales me in a long thrust, his dick twitching.

Sparkling light motes float behind my eyes as I lift my ass off the couch, chasing Zack through his peak.

His roar makes us all shudder, prolonging the orgasmic flight right out of our senses.

For a long moment, we hover, a trio locked together in ecstasy.

I rock Red forward slightly so I can catch a breath before I pass out.

Zack looks down at me over Red’s shoulder, where his mouth seals over the bond mark. His blue eyes bore into me, hazed from the sex, and yet with a clarity I haven’t seen before. The confusion’s gone.

I reach up, my arm shaking from the orgasm’s strength. Zack threads his fingers through mine over Red’s back, locking us together with our shivering omega in the middle.

Tears dust my lashes as I squeeze his hand. “Love you, Zack.” He might not understand such an abstract term at the moment, but there’s another he might know. “We’re a pack now.”

“Pa-kar.” He squeezes my fingers back, holding tight like he doesn’t plan to let go.

I smile and let my head flop back. “Yeah.”

A shrill chirp comes from the far end of the room, followed by my parrot’s copied breathy voice. “Fuuuuuck!”

“My thoughts exactly,” Red mutters into Zack’s shoulder.

I laugh as I stroke her back.