"Don't be afraid," he told her. "Take me in your mouth."
She opened her mouth to protest, but no sound came out.
For a long moment, she simply stared at his cock, her fingers twitching. Troy could sense her gathering her courage.
He forced himself to wait, his hand stilled in her hair, knowing his patience would be worth it.
After an unbearable pause, Faith leaned forward and flicked her tongue out. Just once, testing him. Tasting him.
A shudder wracked his body in response.
That taste was all it took. Troy's greedy little omega fell on him, wrapping her hands around his shaft as her omega nature overwhelmed the last of her hesitation. Each passing second transformed her, lust overtaking reason and goading her to give in to her instincts.
She opened her mouth wider and tried to take his cock inside, but her jaw was too small and his cock too big. When it came to her mouth, Faith had been right—Troy just wouldn't fit.
But that didn't stop her. The need to please him would not be denied. Faith laved and stroked him, moving her small hands in imitation of what he'd shown her, making little excited sounds and grinding her pussy against her heels.
His omega was a quick learner.
But he hadn't brought Faith into his bed for a simple blow job. He wanted all of her.
"That's enough," he told her, but she didn't stop. She behaved as though she hadn't even heard him.
Troy had to literally peel her off his cock and throw her back down on the bed. The scent of her slick filled every corner of the room, deeper and stronger than before. The look in her eyes had become almost feral. There was nothing complex about her emotions anymore.
Need. Hunger. Desire.
It took Troy a second to realize what was happening—Faith was going into heat.
Every touch and stroke had brought his omega closer until she had reached the point where her need for him overrode everything else. It had become the most important thing in the world, the key to her very survival.
Troy's cock surged again at the realization. Plenty of alphas lived out their entire lives without knowing a moment like this. Without ever feeling this power.
Those poor bastards.
Troy climbed up on the mattress and straddled his omega. This time when he shoved her knees apart, they fell open immediately. When he rubbed the tip of his cock against the opening of her pussy, the only thing he heard was her desperate mewling.
The moment had come. Neither of them could wait any longer. Troy shifted his hips.
Goddamn, she was tight—but he pushed past the resistance, and once he breeched her, her pussy almost instantly melted around him. Then there was only heat and intoxicating friction.
He almost expected Faith to start hollering at him again, blaming him for everything that was happening.
Instead, she grabbed his hips in an attempt to drive him deeper, and Troy stopped worrying about going slow and gave in to the rhythm, the exquisite sensations radiating through every inch of his body.
He'd made his way through Nicky's whole roster many times over, but he'd never felt like this. The professional girls wet his cock and made his nuts explode, but he'd never felt an emotional response when he was inside them.
With Faith, for the first time in his life, sex felt like more than two bodies giving each other pleasure. He actually felt as though he had become a part of her, and her a part of him.
Troy didn't believe in God, but right now, he believed in heaven.
This was perfection. It was everything that was meant to be.
Faith was lost to the moment, writhing beneath him, doing things with her body that drove him past any heights he'd ever reached before—but it was when she called his name that he felt that electric knowledge of something new.
Something rare. Something that could only be achieved with the omega who was meant to be his.
And then she did it again.
And again.
She rocked against him, washed him in slick, drenched the bed over and over—and every time she reached a peak, she called his name.
A dozen times—maybe two.
It was almost beyond Troy's comprehension, as if everything he thought he knew about sex had been turned upside down. He never wanted to stop feeling this bliss. He didn't care if he ever ate or slept again. All he wanted to do was keep fucking her.
But then he felt it—the slow build of pressure deep in his balls. A part of him wanted to deny the pleasure, to push it back and keep going.
But the need wouldn't be denied.
It built and built…and continued building past the point that he thought he couldn't take anymore. And still, he didn't explode.
And then suddenly he understood what was happening. His cock surged with the blood rushing to it…and his knot.
A roar started in Troy's chest and did not stop. It carried through the air out into the world, shaking the earth and disturbing the heavens as his knot swell to the point of filling Faith completely.
His knot.
She cried out as it locked them together, sealing them tightly.
Only then did Troy finally explode, wave after wave of hot come jetting deep inside his omega, filling and bonding with her in a way that could never be denied.
Chapter Eight
Faith didn't so much wake up as gradually emerge from a haze, consciousness returning bit by bit from a dreamless sleep.
It wasn't surprising. The last few days had been marked by no firm distinction between day and night.
At least, she assumed it had been days.
The truth was Faith didn't really know how much time had passed—hours, days, even weeks. To say that her memory was fuzzy was putting it mildly. All she knew for certain was that her life had completely changed the moment she drove over the boundary and pointed a large-game hunting rifle at an alpha.
After that, the details became a strange, disjointed
