Page 30 of Bite

I let one finger dip underneath to tickle the hair that leads to his massively erect penis. When his back arches at my touch, I get brave and swipe my finger lower, lower, until it brushes the rapidly swelling base of his dick.

I feel the knot there inflating, pulsing under my fingertip, and it’s like the safety gets disengaged, because suddenly both of my hands are above my head, held down in one of Ferris’s impossibly large hands, while his other hand viciously yanks at my clothes.

“Tell me to stop.” His voice is equal parts feral growl and desperate plea, like two sides of him are warring.

“I won’t,” I reply, putting as much conviction into my voice as possible. “Don’t you dare stop. I’ve wanted this for so long. Ferris, please, I want you.”

He hangs his head for one moment, his broad chest heaving above me, and his rich tea scent floods my nose and mouth. I swallow just to drink his scent down, and then I nestle my nose into his chest. “Gods help me, Raine. Fuck.”

He releases my hands, pulls my shirt over my head, and helps remove my shorts. I expect him to toss them away since they reek of Dair and me, but instead he brings the still damp fabric to his nose and inhales deeply. His pupils pulse, and he shivers as his tongue laves at the material while groaning and growling.

He drops my shorts into my nest, then trails his eyes over me as I lie naked on my back with my bare thighs straddled by his canvas-covered ones. His warm hands trail up my stomach, over my ribs, higher still until each one holds a breast. His eyes ignite, pupils blowing so wide that the amber is a mere ring of molten metal. “Oh baby, you’re so fucking beautiful.”

After tweaking each nipple into perfectly hardened points, he pants, “Gotta taste,” and then his mouth sinfully envelopes one after the other in slick, wet heat. He takes turns swirling my nipples with his tongue and sucking each one deep into his mouth where he massages the tips against the roof of his mouth.

Just when I think he’s going to make me come from sucking my nipples alone, he retreats down my body, breath heaving, until he’s positioned with my thighs spread around his wide shoulders.

In a hoarse voice, Ferris breathes, “Your scent will be my undoing.” His nose glides down my soft lower stomach, over the plush rise of my mons, and nestles into my cleft, bumping my clit as he pushes closer. I hear and feel the deep, desperate pull of air into his nose. As Ferris inhales my slick scent, his shoulder blades flex so far it looks like wings are sprouting from his back.

“It has been torture,” he growls. “It felt like dying to be near you without being able to do this. I have wanted you with every fiber of my being, Raine. Now, I get to have you.”

His eyes close on a deep, satisfied growl, and when they open, the molten ring of amber is nowhere to be seen among the pitch-black of his engorged pupils. “Mine,” he snarls into my slick heat. “This pussy is mine. Mine to taste. Mine to fuck. Your scent? It’s mine. You are mine. Understood?”

“Yes,” I whine, writhing so that my clit rubs over the tip of his nose again and again. My body flushes with sparks: joy, relief, desire. I’m buzzing with the emotional impact of hearing him claim me. Finally, wholly, and out loud. “I’m yours,” I pant, “but I think he’s mine.”

Ferris growls into my pussy, lips lifting in a snarl. “Is he?”

“He will be,” I promise.

“We’ll see,” he hisses.

I open my mouth to argue, but his hands tighten on my hips so hard I know there will be bruises. Slick gushes from my pussy at the thought of him marking me by peppering my body in the evidence of his claim. He watches the slick run from my pussy down my ass, and just when it feels like it’s going to pool underneath me, his tongue catches it, licking it back up to my pulsing opening to shove it back in with the dexterous tip.

“Ferris,” I gasp, back arching.

“You’re so wet, Raine.” His voice deepens into a raspy growl. “Did he get you warmed up for me? Hm?”

I groan long and loud, thinking about what it would be like for Dair and Ferris to pleasure me together.

His tongue lengthens, pushing inside of me, fucking into my pussy slowly as the tip licks against the upper wall. Gods above and below, it feels like my body is melting under the heat of this pleasure.

“Can you feel me swallowing?” he asks. “Feel my throat contracting against your ass? I’m swallowing you down, Raine. I could lie here for hours drinking your slick. I have never tasted anything so fucking good.”

“Please, please,” I beg, nearly incoherent. Ferris moves his clever tongue across my labia, tasting, massaging. Then, ever so softly, he taps it to my clit. The jolt of pleasure feels like the way lightning looks. Bright, branching, brilliant.

Ferris swirls his tongue around and around my clit, firm and consistent, building in me a feeling of such fullness that I need to burst. My nails dig into the fabric below me, gripping my blankets as my back bends off the bed, thighs shaking at his ears.

His strong hands wrap around to grab my ass, pulling me apart more, holding me tighter to his face, and then his whole mouth suctions to my pussy, and he slurps. The sound is obscene, and my already flushed chest heats further with a mixture of embarrassment and lust. It feels like he’s kissing my cunt the way he kissed my mouth and sucked my breasts.

Ferris aims his lips over my clit and pulls it away from my body with bursts of suction, over and over. “Ferris, gods, please. I’m going to explode. I can’t take it, I can’t.”

Another growl vibrates deep in his chest, reverberating so roughly that I feel it on his lips. One of his thick fingers slowly pushes into me, hooking up to push on the same place that his tongue licked. And with one final pull at my clit, I detonate.

My vision whites out, my ears ring, and I’m distantly aware of my hips jerking involuntarily against Ferris’s face. I think I’m shouting; I know I’m shaking. It’s scary, this feeling, but it’s also freeing.

In my daily life, there isn’t much room to feel like an omega. I work hard at my job and around the compound, putting my energy into the success and survival of the whole. I’ve spent so long stifling myself around River, who’s too busy and too different to truly see me. To Ferris, I could never be more than River’s little sister. Mother was all I had. But right now, splayed in my nest, covered in the scent of sex, sweat, and my alphas, I feel whole.

When I come back into myself, Ferris is standing at the foot of my nest, fists clenched, and beard glistening with my slick. His growl has yet to stop and his eyes remain dark and sinful. “Raine,” he raps, “we don’t have to go further.”