Page 73 of Heat Lightning

“Fuck,” I cursed, bracing my shoulders against the wall so I wouldn’t fall. My cock throbbed as he rubbed his cheek against my middle, scenting me there, too. That needy place inside me ached at the possessiveness. “Yes. Do it.”

His fingers dug into my hips. I wanted his marks, his bruises. I wanted proof that I was a claimed omega—his claimed omega.

No one would dare touch what belonged to him.

“Soon,” he promised again, kissing my hip bone. Then he spun me around so my cheek pressed against the cool drywall. “Now, hands on the wall.”

Before I could get my bearings, his fingers hooked in the waistband of my shorts and briefs and pulled them down. Freeing one foot, he knocked my legs apart and buried his face in the crease where my thighs and ass met, sticky with slick.

I cringed away instinctually, but he gripped my hips firmly before lapping at the back of my thighs in one long drag.

“Holy shit,” I swore, eyes wide and wild.

He groaned and chased the slick all the way up till his tongue found the delicate space between my balls and leaking hole.

I cried out, slapping a hand against the wall. “That’s—that’s too much,” I said, words stuttering on each lick.

I’d never been cleaned like that. The man was wild; like my slick was the only thing keeping him alive.

The rough scratch of his stubble disappeared. I wished I could see his face fully. I bet he looked wrecked. “The scent of your slick has taunted me for two fucking years,” he replied, ghosting his lips over the swell of my ass. “So I’ll drink all of it before I have you.”

With a yank, he gripped my hips and tugged me backwards, so I was practically sitting on his upturned face, giving him better access to my hole.

I stopped asking questions after that.

Reaching down, I pumped my cock—which also leaked profusely—while he lapped and speared his tongue into me, sloppy and greedy. My eyes rolled back when he reached through my legs and batted my hand away to stroke me himself. The glide of his skin-warmed leather gloves was magical.

But it wasn’t enough.

“Inside,” I huffed, grinding down onto his face. “I want your knot inside me. I need you, alpha. If you don’t fuck me right now, I might actually die.”

Lucid Max would say that was a tad alarmist, but needs must.

The aching emptiness clawed at me, threatening to tear me apart. Didn’t he understand how desperate I was? How crucial it was for my alpha to give me what I needed, right now?

He pulled away with a gasp, coming up for air. I guess I’d nearly suffocated him.

Oops. Oh, well. He didn’t seem upset about it.

Releasing my cock, he cupped my cheeks in both hands, tugging them apart. “Shh. You’re alright. I’ll take care of you, omega.”

He massaged the pad of a finger across my hole, back and forth. Then he pushed inside.

Oh my God, he still has gloves on.

My eyes crossed. Holy fucking shit, that was hot. My muscles contracted around the leather, attempting to suck him in deeper. The burning ache inside me reached a fever pitch.

“More,” I whimpered.

“You’re so greedy for me, sweet boy,” he cooed in awe, like this was the first time he’d felt just how soft and pliable an omega in heat could be. “Does it hurt to want me so much?”

My legs shook when he added a second finger, and then a third in quick succession. Unable to stand any longer, I sank to the floor, trapped between him and the wall.

“Yes,” I whined, twisting around until his fingers slipped out and I faced him again, pawing at his hoodie. Suddenly unmoored, I needed him to anchor me down. “It hurts without you. Put your knot inside of me. All of it.”

“Shit. Okay. I’ve got you. Okay.” He was rattled, almost nervous.

The clink of his belt buckle, followed by the hasty sound of his zipper and rustling fabric, made me flush.