Page 130 of The Rust in Her Hair

But I need to be inside her more than I need to breathe.

Moving quickly, I settle right behind my little mate, then drive into her in one brutal thrust.

Lyra grunts then moans as I force her body to rock with each thrust. This new angle takes me deeper and a growl pushes from my chest.

"Oh, god." Lyra’s fingers claw into the piles of shirts. "I didn't know—I can’t—Please."

She can't seem to finish a single thought, and I fucking love it.

"Look at this perfect body." I grip both ass cheeks and spread her wide. I have to bite back a curse at the sight of her stretched around my cock.

I spit, and watch it land then slide down over the tight pink of her asshole. Then I push one finger in.

Her whole body seizes. Her pussy clamps down around me so hard I nearly come, a strangled sound tearing out of her.

I can’t wait to watch Nico fuck this little ass.

"Adrian—" Lyra pants, and I feel her pussy start to tighten. She’s close. "What are you⁠—"

I pull my finger free from her ass and flip her again, onto her back this time, because I need to see those eyes when she comes.

I shove her knees up and press them out wide, opening her all the way, then I sink back into her, all the way to the hilt. Lyra moans as she lifts her hips, her clit swollen and slick pushing up around my shaft with each thrust.

"Come for me, omega." I'm barely breathing. "I want to see your face when you come."

Then I fuck her hard, driving into that spot that makes her shake, my thumb finding her clit and working it in tight circles until she falls apart.

All at once, her orgasm slams through her, and her pussy clamps down around me in wave after wave, gripping and fluttering and milking my cock, so tight and so wet I lose the ability to think.

Yes.

I fold over my omega and let go, driving into her, every snap of my hips punching a cry out of her. She's panting my name, her heels digging into my ass, urging me deeper, taking everything I give her and begging for more. The clothes shift under us, and the headboard knocks against the wall, but I don't care about any of it.

There's only her. Wet and loud and mine. Her body sucking me in, and my knot swelling thick at the base of my cock.

"Adrian," Lyra mumbles my name as she comes down from her orgasm. "Please." She lifts her hips. "Knot me," her words are so breathy, her chest flushed red. "I want to walk into my mother's house full of you," she purrs. "I want to sit at her table dripping with your cum and smile at her all night long." Her eyes are wild and bright. "Give it to me, Adrian."

The enormous stretch of it wrings another cry out of my girl, and I come so hard my arms shake, spilling into her in thick endless pulses. Lyra breaks apart around me a second time, clenching down on my knot, taking every drop I give her.

Unable to stay upright, I drop over her, chest to chest, and drag my tongue up the side of her throat.

The wild need to bite grips me by the spine.

My teeth are right there, practically touching Nico’s mark.

Fuck, I want to taste her blood on my tongue.

A soft knock comes at the door, and I lift my head, pulling my canines away from Lyra’s delicate neck.

It cracks open and Owen peeks his head in. He takes in the sight of us, me collapsed over Lyra, still locked inside her, and his mouth curves into a slow, fond smile.

"Twenty minutes," he says. "Then we have to go."

I close my eyes, still floating with pleasure and nod at the beta.

"Sorry," Lyra mumbles, but she’s smiling, her face flushed and that sweet body boneless.

"Tell them to hurry," Nico says from somewhere in the house.