Omega Mine
Chapter 16 🌶️🌶️🌶️

Josie was desperate for Grayson as he sank back into her, stretching her until she was panting his name, body filling with so much pleasure she couldn’t barely see past it. She mewled, clawing at his forearms with nails that had grown into sharp points since she’d gone into her mating heat. The first scent of his blood hit the air as he began to take her once more, powerful, ruthless strokes that had her back bowing as she screamed in pleasure, nailing sinking into his skin.

He dropped down on top of her, smothering her with his hot body. God, he was so warm, she couldn’t get enough. One calloused hand gripped her throat, squeezing until her scream died and her airway was blocked. Not enough to be painful, but enough to draw her momentarily from her lust-filled stupor.

“Quiet, Omega. You have to be quiet,” Grayson demanded darkly, keeping his grip on her throat firm as he filled her with his cock, her pussy tightening on his shaft with each hard stroke. “Can you be a good girl, Josie? For your Alpha?”

She moaned in confirmation, rolling her hips to meet his thrusts. Yes, she could be a good Omega, just for him. Her Alpha. Grayson was hers and no one else’s. The thought took her lust and drove it higher, the burn of her heat nothing compared to the possessiveness sweeping through her. Almost as if he could sense the direction of her thoughts, he leaned down, teeth finding the tip of her nipple and biting gently as he squeezed her throat.

“Grayson,” she exclaimed hoarsely, bucking beneath him as he bottomed out inside of her. Her legs wrapped around his waist, the heels of her feet digging into his ass and urging him into a faster rhythm. He obliged her, filling her over and over again until she almost couldn’t stand it, her body aching sweetly with each deep plunge. She needed more.

Grayson nipped her breast again and she whimpered, eyes locked on his face as he licked the stinging pain away a moment later before moving to her other breast. The expression on his face was filled with lust and longing, and despite how hard his strokes were, his eyes were almost tender as he gazed up at her, watching her as he sucked her into his mouth, teasing her nipple with his tongue.

Josie’s breathing was erratic as he nipped her again, little bolts of lightning shooting straight to her pussy with each sharp bite of pain. She was already so overstimulated from her first orgasm, that all it took was his groin slapping against her clit as he pounded into her for the world to shatter around her. She bit her lip as she came, doing her best to keep quiet as her pussy clamped around his cock, milking him urgently. Slick seeped from her, covering their thighs as he kept a nearly brutal pace, hips snapping with each rough penetration.

“I need your knot,” she whined. And his cum. She needed him to cum inside her, to fill her and sate the fire that was threatening to undo her. Once wasn’t enough.

“My knot? Was that what happened when I came inside you? The swelling?” Grayson panted the question, fucking her through her orgasm at an intoxicating pace until she was already on the verge of another, small whimpers spilling past her throat with every thrust.

“Yes, it’s just for me. My knot, my Alpha,” Josie said, her voice full of possession. She wrapped her arms around the back of his neck, tugging him down even further until their breath mingled. His grip on her throat loosened, eyes fixed on hers and heavy with a lust she knew was shining in her own eyes. “Kiss me, Grayson,” she whispered fervently. “I need to taste you.”

The words had barely left her mouth before he lowered his mouth to hers, a soft brush of his lips that was in direct contrast with how hard he was owning her. The kiss was light, hesitant even, until she licked his lips, silently requesting he let her in. It was as if a dam broke, and he groaned, biting her lower lip in reprimand before sinking his tongue inside her mouth.

The first taste of him like this was life-altering, and far more intimate than anything they’d done yet. Maybe it was in the way they shared a single breath, devouring each other’s moans of pleasure. It felt like they were one being at that moment. She wanted to get lost in him, to stay here forever and not come out unless it was to feel more of his mouth on hers.

He wrapped his arms tightly around her waist, his thrusts slowing to match each sensual stroke of his tongue. She gasped when he grinded over her clit, causing that delicious heat to spread like a wildfire throughout her entire body. “My Grayson,” she whispered against his lips, and he shuddered above her, arms locking more firmly around her.

“Josie! Fuck, you’re so wet for me,” he groaned, his pace increasing until he was pumping erratically into her pussy, deep strokes that she felt everywhere. Her head fell back onto her nest, lips parting on a shocked cry of delight. “Gonna bury my cock into this sweet cunt for days. Months. Years,” he punctuated each word with a sharp thrust, and her eyes rolled back.

“Grayson!”

As soon as she cried his name, his cock throbbed inside of her with the promise of his release. It pulled her back into the mating frenzy in an instant, and she clawed at his back like a wild animal, uncaring as she felt his flesh give way to her scratches. It wasn’t deep enough to scar, not on an Alpha like him, but at least the proof of her claim would last for a few minutes at least.

Grayson groaned. “Claw at me again, little Omega, and I’ll mark you,” he warned sensually. His eyes glittered like rubies as he glared down at her, face filled with lust and the need to dominate her. His words coupled with that look sent a thrill through her.

Oh, how she wanted him to own her in every way possible. Instead of heeding his warning and backing down, she dug her claws more firmly into him, scratching further down his back. With a growl, Grayson struck.

Josie barely had enough time to tilt her head to the side before he was there, his lips pressing into the spot he’d bitten before. The spot that was now healed from Samuel’s attack. He licked the base of her neck once. Twice. She expected another lick, but instead, she felt his fangs scrape over her skin. She shivered, holding onto him hard.

He bit down, claiming her. Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the FɪndNøvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

She released a sharp cry as stars exploded behind her eyes, cumming so hard that she actually felt herself float away from her body, as if the ecstasy coursing through her was too great to contain. He grunted against her flesh, the base of his cock swelling inside of her as he followed her into the abyss of pleasure. Ropes of his cum filled her, coming in waves that sated her heat, if only for a short while.

“My Alpha,” she moaned breathlessly, and he growled again, drinking from her as his fangs sunk further, so deep inside her that she knew when she healed, it would scar. Just as a mating mark was meant to. Elation filled her, and she pushed away every fear of what awaited them outside of this room, choosing to focus on Grayson and the fact that they were officially mated.

Good.

Some of her frenzied lust began slipping away as she came down from her high, the sting of pain from his bite finally registering as he pulled his fangs from her body. He licked over the wound, lapping leisurely until she didn’t feel anything other than bliss and sporadic spurts of cum filling her.

Grayson dropped his forehead onto hers, breathing raggedly as he held her protectively in his embrace. Like she was someone he cherished. Coveted. Cared for. Her heart skipped a beat, emotion clogging her throat. Maybe he did care for her already.

Matings worked fast, and often in mysterious ways. He’d begun changing as soon as he’d met her, his brutal demeanor slipping away, at least when it came to her. It was the way of mates, to bring out the best in one another. The pull of their hearts was impossible to ignore, so it was only logical to assume he did care for her, even though they knew virtually nothing about one another. Just like she was realizing she cared for him.

She’d hated being away from him, even before her heat. And now that she’d admitted to them both that they were mates, now that he was seeing her through this heat, she wasn’t sure how she could handle another separation, especially knowing he was leaving her and putting his life on the line.

“My Josie,” Grayson murmured reverently, his chest rumbling as he kissed her forehead tenderly. “It felt so right marking you like that.”

“It’s–” she cleared her hoarse throat. “It’s common for mated couples to bite one another,” she said softly, cheeks heating when he looked down at her. “I could mark you too. If you want, that is,” she finished hastily, afraid he’d say no. She’d never heard of an Alpha denying his Omega the option to mark him, but Grayson had been in captivity for years. He didn’t remember enough about their kind, about the world outside for her to know if he’d want her to claim him as well.

Seven stared down at Josephine, his expression unreadable.

Every instinct inside of him was screaming to allow her bite, to demand that she claw his back again until he bore permanent scars of how insatiable she’d been for him. He wanted to wear every mark she’d give him proudly, even if he didn’t understand why his heart began thumping erratically in his chest, or why his breath seemed frozen in his lungs as he gazed down at her.

She was so beautiful, and she felt right. Every inch of her fit him perfectly, the deepest parts of her soul calling to the darkness that lived inside of him.

He’d never thought he’d welcome someone’s brand on him. The way he’d survived so long was by killing everything in sight that threatened to spill his blood, and yet now he was quickly discovering that he craved the feel of his mate’s lips on his neck, of her little canines tearing into him; marking him. It was a kind of pain he’d be more than happy to bear, if it meant solidifying his claim on her.

She bit her lower lip, blinking away the hurt that was beginning to form in her eyes. “It’s okay if you don’t want me to–”

“I do,” he interrupted vehemently, palming the back of her head and pulling her up with him as he sat down, placing her in his lap. The smell of sex was strong in the air, their mixed scents soothing the rage that normally lived in his heart until he felt only peace. His erection was thick between them, but he ignored it, guiding her lips to his neck. “Mark me,” he demanded, his voice filled with a dark, carnal promise. When she didn’t immediately respond, he softened his tone and added quietly, “This feels right, Josie. You make me feel right.”

She made him feel like a male capable of more than senseless slaughter.

Josephine hesitated for another moment before wrapping herself around him, her snug, dripping cunt lining up with his cock as her lips brushed his skin. His hands snapped to her waist, grinding her over him and coating himself in her slick as she moaned against him.

“Grayson,” she whimpered, and his breath stilled in his lungs, the name more familiar to him than it ever had been before. In that moment, he decided he’d be anything she wanted, anything she needed as long as she made him hers.

“Claim your Alpha, Josie,” he growled, heart beating so hard he thought it might actually kill him. “I need you–”

He didn’t finish his sentence, a small bellow of rapture passing his lips as his mate sank her fangs into him.

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