Just for good measure, he ripped open the front of his coat and shoved his hand under the shirt she'd borrowed from his closet, stroking her hard little nipple.
Faith screamed, her body going rigid.
"That," she cried. "I want that."
"What else?"
He gave her a moment to think about it, ripping open the shirt. Buttons flew, getting lost in the snow. He moved down her body and flicked her nipple with his tongue, then started making slow circles, tugging gently with his lips. She bucked under him like a wild mare, her hands in his hair, pulling so hard Troy figured that clumps of it were going to end up in the snow too.
He didn't care.
"Tell me," he said, shoving his hand between her legs and biting her gently for emphasis.
Faith went off, slick coursing through her clothes and swamping his hand, desperately trying to force his fingers toward her opening. "Now, now," she pleaded.
"' Now' isn't what I'm looking for," Troy said, and even though he thought his cock might fall off if it didn't get some attention soon, he stepped back, holding Faith in place with a single hand on her chest. "If you don't say it, you can spend your evening by yourself."
Faith's eyes rolled up, and tears streamed from her eyes, her teeth gritted with frustration, her hands making fists at her sides. Troy breathed deep of the sharp frustration that pierced the dense fog of her need.
He almost felt sorry for her.
"Your….mouth," she stammered, her teeth starting to chatter. She squeezed her eyes shut, unable to look at him. "On my…down there."
Troy raised an eyebrow, feeling like the devil she'd accused him of being. "Where?" he asked innocently, kneeling in the snow and taking one of her calves in his hand, bare underneath the coat. He kissed her smooth skin just below her knee. "Here?"
He felt her twist, shaking her head emphatically. "No, no. Not there."
"Here?" He lifted one booted foot in his hand and kissed her above its fur-trimmed top.
"No!" She kicked, nearly giving him a black eye, and Troy grinned to himself. "Damn it, Troy. I don't have the words."
Of course she didn't.
There was no way the people who had taught her that pleasure was sin had taken the time to name the most intimate parts of her.
He set her foot down hard in the snow, spreading her legs. Now she was lying up against the rock, her back arched, hands splayed on the cold granite. He shoved up her shirt just to enjoy the sight of slick coursing out of her. Her pussy lips were swollen and inflamed, begging for what she couldn't bring herself to say.
"This is your pussy," he said, running his fingers along the outside of her lips, before teasing her with a kiss. "And this—" He flicked the tip of his tongue over the sensitive nub hidden between. "—is your clit."
Faith tangled her finger in his hair and pulled him closer.
"Yes. That," she panted. "That's what I want."
Her words became unintelligible cries as Troy did as his little omega begged him to, letting his own instincts take over, plunging with her into the sea of their raging need. He licked and tongued and drank deep of her essence, coating his face with slick, sliding his fingers inside her and finding that glorious place that sent her rocketing to new heights.
She was coming in seconds, one wave after another, screaming herself hoarse. When he thought she was probably bruised black and blue from the hard rock, he paused with the intention of switching places.
But the moment he lifted his face, Faith grabbed him around the neck and hollered against his ear. "No, no, don't you stop now, fuck me, Troy, fuck me with that giant cock—"
Troy couldn't believe what was coming out of his dainty little omega's mouth—but his cock could, and it wasn't willing to wait another second. Troy picked Faith up and, backing up against the rock, slid her down onto him in one savage move.
Instantly, she began grinding on him, driving him deeper inside her. She set her hands against his chest and dug her knees more tightly against her thighs for leverage and rode him like a bucking bronco.
Troy's knot was already stirring as he watched Faith's face contorted with ecstasy. He couldn't believe it was happening so fast—but for once, he was willing to let go of the pleasure of building toward orgasm, the exquisite escalation of sensation, higher and higher toward the inevitable crest.
Because his omega was already almost there.
Troy had never felt so much at one time—his cock like steel, his balls on fire, his heart thundering, and emotions locking him to this woman like a vise. He said her name, and then he yelled it, the forest echoing with it as Faith jammed herself hard against him, ramming him all the way inside her in a velvet blackout as her head fell forward.
And then—sudden, sharp, exquisite pain as she sunk her teeth into his shoulder, tearing his flesh, spilling his blood. She clamped her jaw and thrust one more time, and his knot swelled, filling her completely, and Troy's vision went black as his instincts obliterated his reason.
He bit her back.
He tasted her blood as Faith released him and screamed, her entire body convulsing with her orgasm, and then he was coming too, shooting his hot load into her, filling her, claiming her, owning her. She threw her head back and stayed with him, wave after wave, and then she fell limp against him, utterly spent.
Troy held her, their bodies joined with sweat and slick and blood, feeling his knot slowly ease and her heartbeat gradually return to normal. He pulled his coat more tightly around her, the pain in his shoulder giving way to a muffled ache, willing to lie here on this rock, on his land, as long as it made her happy.
Faith was his.
Totally. Completely.
Forever.
Chapter Fourteen
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