Page 124 of The Ashpaw: Part One

She thought he would take her to her room, so she could finally show him her nest, but instead he pushed his way through a door she’d never entered before, the dying embers of a fireplace barely lighting the space. She could not see what it contained.

Not that it mattered, because as soon as the door was closed behind them, he put her down and pushed her against it, rubbing his length on her stomach and moaning softly.

“I’m sorry, omega. I… I promised her I would not bed you until after the ceremony. When she’d feel more secure…”

Her…

Why did she have this power over him? Was he not the alpha? And was Fern not his omega? He didn’t even need that woman anymore!

When Fern whined, he shushed her, planting kisses along her jaw. “I can do this, though. I can do this.”

His lips wandered down her neck, sucking, licking, and biting. Her body writhed, knowing exactly where it needed his attention most, but he would not give it.

“You are cruel,” she nearly sobbed. “You… you tail-tease!”

Darion chuckled, pulling down the collar of her dress and latching onto her nipple, sucking hard.

She glanced down, finding his eyes glowing slightly in the low light as he looked back at her, tongue flicking and teeth scraping the sensitive skin.

“So impatient,” he cooed before moving on to the next one.

“Because you have made me wait… so… long!”

The last word came out as a moan when his hand palmed the place she needed him most over her dress, her hips instantly grinding against it.

It was better. Much better. But still not enough.

“Alpha…” she begged, running her fingers through his hair and grabbing it tightly. “Please…”

He lowered himself to his knees, lifting up her skirts as he kissed his way up her thighs, licking until he reached right where she wanted him.

Throwing one of her legs over his shoulder, he attached his lips to her right away, and she screamed in pleasure, her back arching off the door.

“Oh gods, please, right there!”

His fingers soon joined, pushing inside her and filling her, mimicking the thing she needed more than anything, but it was so much better than nothing.

He lapped at her hungrily, groaning and growling and cupping his own aching member as he ate her. Laces untying and the jerky movement of his arm at his lap soon joined the obscene, wet, smacking sounds he made with her and his mouth.

Fern couldn’t even care to be embarrassed by how her juices glistened on his nose, lips, and chin. Nor how he licked them off like it was the sweetest honey he’d ever tasted.

It didn’t take long for her to reach climax. She had been left wanting for so long, it came not like a building wave but a landslide, hurtling down the mountain, hard and fast.

Fern’s hips bucked and stilled as she screamed his name, letting it pummel her with such force she could no longer stand, immediately collapsing backward.

But he would give her no respite.

“On your knees,” he ordered, and she moved to obey him, boneless as she was.

He stood, his cock hard and leaking.

“Open your mouth.”

She did so at once, and he pushed himself inside her.

He was so big, her jaw ached from just the first intrusion, and yet the pre-cum already coating her tongue was making her even wetter. She sucked him down greedily, relaxing her throat and letting him use her for his pleasure, taking her own pleasure in the submission.

“Fuck,” he groaned. “You really… you really can take me all the way. I thought… no one has…”