Three Alpha Princes for an Unwanted Omega

AYLA

”Where were we?” I sputtered. ”You just...I just...”

”You just came on your own fingers while I watched.” He knelt onto the mattress. The bed dipped beneath his weight. ”And it was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.”

My face burned.

He crawled toward me and I could not peel my eyes off him...the breadth of his shoulders, the narrow taper of his waist and the way his cock stood thick and proud against his belly.

I swallowed.

”I like my women satiated first before I fuck them.” His hand found my ankle, tracing upward. ”Then I want to begin fucking again...thoroughly this time.”

He leaned forward and pressed me back into the mattress.

His mouth found my throat, nibbling softly. His tongue dragged along the column of my neck, pausing just at the pulse point that hammered beneath my skin.

”Your heart is racing.”

”You are naked on top of me.”

”I am.” His lips moved lower, down to the hollow of my collar bone and then the slope of my breast. ”And I am about to be inside you. So I suppose it will only get worse.”

Or better, I thought dreamily.

Damon’s mouth closed over my nipple, his tongue circled the peak.

He then flicked over it before he drew it between his lips and sucked until I arched off the bed with a gasp. His hand was already on my other breast, thumb tracing lazy circles around my bud that tightened and tightened until I was squirming beneath him.

”You are sensitive.”

”I...” The words dissolved into a moan as his teeth grazed me. ”Damon.”

”I know.”

His mouth moved to my other breast and he gave it the same attention with the same maddening slowness.

His lips traced the curve of my belly and he paused at my hip bone, biting down then soothing the sting with his tongue.

”Every part of you,” he murmured against my skin. ”I want to taste every part of you.”

He moved even lower, his hands pressing my thighs apart.

I was still wet from before...still slick and swollen, aching and sensitive. When his tongue found me again I nearly came off the bed.

”Fuck.”

The curse tore out of me before I could stop it. Damon laughed against my center, a low vibration that sent shockwaves through every nerve ending.

”Such dirty language.”

”Such arrogance...” I gasped, cut off as his tongue slid against my clit.

He lifted his head to me. His eyes were dark, pupils blown wide, and the smile he gave me was pure sin.

”You have not seen arrogance yet.”

He slid two fingers inside me... then a third which he withdrew almost immediately while I whimpered at the loss.

He then rose above me, braced himself on his forearms, caging me against the mattress. The tip of his cock pressed against my entrance and I felt the heat of him, the size of him, and for one wild moment I was afraid.

”Ayla.”

I looked up.

Damon’s face had changed. The arrogance was gone.

”If you want me to stop,” he said. ”Tell me now.”

”Do not stop.” I murmured.

He pushed inside and I gasped.

”Breathe,” he said, pushing slowly and staying there.

”You are so tight.” His voice was strained, his eyes shut. ”I can’t hold...give me a moment.”

The great Prince Damon, I thought. The playboy who had bedded half the pack if rumors were true... undone by me.

Power surged through my veins and I rolled my hips.

Damon’s eyes flew open.

”Ayla...”

”What?” I gazed at him innocently, rolling my hips again.

He gritted his teeth, a pant escaping his lips.

”You naughty...” he slammed into me and my back lifted off the bed.

”You want to play this game, Ayla?” He murmured, withdrawing totally and slamming into me again.

I shuddered, shaking my head from side to side.

”No?” he teased. ”Use your words, princess.”

”I...” my words were cut off when he slammed into me again and again.

I moaned, clawing at his arms as each stroke hit me in a place I had not known even existed.

Nyx was pacing beneath my skin. I could feel her satisfaction bleeding into mine, her hunger amplifying everything until I could not tell where she ended and I began.

”Mine.” Damon’s voice was a growl. ”You are mine.”

His thrusts grew harder and faster. The sound of our bodies filled the room, skin against skin, the bed creaking beneath us.

I wrapped my legs around his waist and he groaned.

”Yes. Fuck. Yes.”

He hooked one arm beneath my knee, lifting my leg higher, and the new angle made me cry out.

”There?” His voice was rough. ”Right there?”

I could not speak. I could only nod, my fingers clawing at his back, my body meeting his thrusts.

He drove into that spot again and again until I was babbling...words I did not recognize, as the pressure coiled at the base of my spine, spreading through my belly and down my thighs, building toward something that felt like it might destroy me.

”Look at me.”

I opened my eyes.

Damon’s face was above mine, sweat beading at his temples. His jaw was tight, his eyes wild, and he was looking at me like I was the only thing in the world he had ever wanted.

I could feel him faltering, fighting his release.

I reached for him, raking my fingers across his chest.

Damon shuddered. He leaned forward, burying himself deep as he groaned my name against my throat before he spilled inside me.

We lay there, tangled and sweating, his weight pressing me into the bed.

It took a moment before he stirred, lifting his head to look down at me with eyes that were still dark and hungry.

”What?” I whispered.

”I told you.” He rolled his hips, still hard inside me. ”Thoroughly.”

My eyes went wide.

”Damon...”

But his mouth was already on mine, and his body was already moving.