Cassidy looked up at him, her eyes filled with a wicked look he'd never seen before. One that made his heart pound and his cock ache.
"My mouth is," she said.
That was all Samson needed to hear. With a roar, he rolled over. He pressed his back flat against the bed of the truck and freed his cock.
Cassidy pulled herself up on all fours and licked her lips. "I've wanted to do this since the moment I met you," she said.
Cupping his shaft, she guided the tip of his throbbing cock to her lips. Samson growled at the glorious feel of her wet tongue flicking at the head. Of her lips straining to circle the width.
When she couldn't pull enough of him inside to satisfy her, she resorted to licking and stroking his shaft. The wet heat of her mouth drove him wild. So did the scent of her desire pooling around him.
He needed to taste her. Fill his senses with her slick and the proof of her need for him.
Grabbing on to her ankles, he whipped her legs toward his head and pulled her panties down from beneath the dress she'd made from one of his shirts. Just like he thought, they were dripping wet.
Her body was always so primed for him. So ready to go off with the barest touch. It was like she was made for him and him alone.
Samson gripped her thighs as he plunged his tongue deep inside her. Instantly, he felt Cassidy begin to shake. Slick flowed down his cheeks and chin, pooling in the hollow of his neck.
Fuck, yes. This was what he wanted. What he'd always wanted. To be with someone who needed him this much. Who wanted him. Not just his cock or his power, but him.
Cassidy cried out as the first orgasm shook through her body. When they made it home, he would spend the rest of the day just like this—his head between her thighs, using his tongue to prove just how much he cherished her.
But right now, the feel of her greedy little mouth was too much. Samson had to have her now, or he feared he would lose control and shoot his load into the air.
Cassidy gave a little cry of surprise as Samson wrapped his hands around her waist and turned her around so she faced him while straddling his hips. She didn't need any guidance on what to do next.
Palming his shaft, she guided the head of his cock to her opening, desperate to take him inside her.
Samson tensed as the heat of her tight pussy slid over him. He gritted his teeth, balled his hands into fists, all in an attempt not to lose control and plunge into her too hard.
It didn't take long for her body to adapt to his invasion, though. With each passing second, her body opened to him—stretching, softening, yielding to him.
Once she was all the way down his shaft, Cassidy started to move her hips. Slowly at first. Then faster and hungrier. Her body responded to the friction by sending another wave of slick that cascaded down her spread legs.
Cassidy panted. She cried. She threw back her head, wild with pleasure, coming again and again until Samson could feel that she was nearing the point of exhaustion.
And that's when he gave in to the pressure building inside him. He grabbed on to Cassidy's hips, steadying her, as he took over the pace. Thrusting with savage intensity until he roared, lost in the ecstasy of his swelling knot.
Cassidy was caught up in the sensation too. She fell forward, collapsing on his chest.
And that's when he felt it—the feel of her teeth grazing against the skin of his shoulder.
She was claiming him, he realized. At least she was trying to.
But it wasn't enough to nibble at him. She couldn't simply break the skin. She needed to give herself over to the moment for the bond between them to be sealed.
"Do it," he growled, pushing her head down against the hard muscle of his shoulder.
And she did. As the next wave came, she bit down hard. Ferociously. Ravenously. As though he was the only sustenance that could satisfy her.
Samson bucked his hips as he emptied himself inside her.
Then he held on tight, said a silent prayer for forgiveness, and claimed her back.
Chapter Fourteen
Cassidy had no idea how the omegas did it.
It had been four days since she and Samson had claimed each other, and the bite mark on her shoulder was still red, sore, and making her flinch with every swing of her arm. The wound was clean and healing, just a hell of a lot slower than she wanted it to.
A hell of a lot slower than the omegas had assured her it would take. Theirs had scarred over in hours. So had Samson's. Hers was taking its sweet time.
Apparently, omegas shared their alphas’ enhanced recovery abilities. Lucky them.
They probably didn't have to worry about being extra careful not to reopen the wound doing everyday tasks, like bathing or cooking or having mind-blowing sex on every surface in the house.
But that wasn't the worst part.
The worst part was how guilty Samson felt for hurting her in the first place. No matter how much she tried to assure him that it was okay, that she'd heal, that she wanted this, his dark expression made it clear he was still beating himself up over the pain he'd caused her.
After lunch, Cassidy couldn't take the clouds of self-condemnation hanging over his head any longer. She had to do something to try and clear them.
"Do you think it would be safe for us to go to Evander's for a couple hours today?" she asked while drying off the dishes and stacking them back in the cupboard. She hoped that spending some time around other alphas would do Samson some good. He could play darts or pool, knock back a couple of beers, and forget about her bite for a while.
Of course,
