Page 93 of The Rust in Her Hair

I quickly obey, opening my mouth wide so he can see Owen's release still pooled on my tongue.

Something feral tears loose in Nico's face.

He surges up over me and crashes his mouth to mine, kissing me hard. It’s deep and filthy, licking into me, groaning as he tastes his mate in my mouth. His hips pound into me, fucking me harder. It’s so brutal and desperate, fucking me like he's trying to climb inside my body.

Then I feel it.

The base of Nico’s cock swells inside me, growing with every thrust.

The sensation is so intense my eyes roll back as the pressure builds, stretching the ring of me all over again, and the sting flares sharp and sudden. I gasp against the alpha’s mouth as panic takes hold once again.

"No," I turn my head sharply to one side, breaking the kiss. "Wait, it's too—" A pained whimper tears from me as Nico drags his teeth over my neck.

All I can feel is his tongue and teeth and swelling cock, and it’s so overwhelming I want to scream. Then the last of Nico’s knot balloons and he slams into me one last time, popping it into place as he comes hard inside me.

And my whole body lights up at once.

An orgasm rips through me right on the edge of the pain, the two braided so tight I can't tell where one ends and the other starts. My stretched pussy spasms helplessly around the thick base lodged inside me until I'm sobbing from how much it is.

But just when I think the worst of it is over, Nico bites me. Hard.

His canines tear into me, right beneath my right ear, claiming me as his own.

I scream and I come again, clawing down his back, my body clamping around him so tight it wrings us both.

And then something inside my head snaps open.

It pours into me all at once. Nico. All of him.

His wants and fears, and his fierce, aching love, crashing through every pore in my body.

It's too much. Too full, too bright, too everything, and I've lost track of which racing heartbeat is his and which is mine.

My vision goes soft at the edges, blurring, the room smearing into shapeless color and light. Somewhere above me, I feel Owen lean close, his lips at my temple, his voice a gentle thread through the roar in my head.

"We’ve got you, omega," he whispers. "It's okay, sweetheart. Everything's going to be okay."

I hold onto those words as the blur closes in, and then there's nothing at all.

Slow Hours

Mack

I've been sitting on this porch since sometime around midnight, but the sun's finally starting to come up over the rooftops. I'm in nothing but my gym shorts, bare feet up on the rail. The morning air is cold enough to raise the hair on my arms. I don't mind it, though.

In fact, I kinda needed the cold.

I was going out of my mind last night.

The house was filled with the wild scent of omega slick, and it grew thicker and sweeter by the hour. Every lungful of it had my hand itching to rip Nico’s bedroom door clean off the hinges.

So I came out here. Figured the porch was the safest place for me, especially since Adrian was still tied up in the garage. He still is…

It's been a long night.

But it's peaceful now. The sky's going from gray to that soft peach color, birds are waking up in the dogwood, and down the block the neighborhood's old-timers are already out doing their morning laps.

Mrs. Petrakis is shuffling along the sidewalk in her little lavender tracksuit, arms pumping, her ancient beagle waddling three feet behind her.