To ruin an Omega

Chapter 232: Don’t worry…(M)

HAZEL

Baruch’s hands went to his waistband. He unbuttoned his pants and pushed them down his hips, stepping out of them and kicking them aside. He stood there in just his briefs, the fabric doing nothing to hide the outline of him.

I crossed the distance between us in three strides. My hand went to his throat, fingers wrapping around the column of his neck. Not hard enough to hurt. Just enough to make him feel it. To make him understand who was in control here.

“You’re mine tonight,” I said. “All mine.”

My other hand slipped into his briefs. He wasn’t hard yet. In fact, he was warm and soft against my palm. I wrapped my fingers around him and stroked.

The friction was dry and probably uncomfortable but he didn’t pull away.

I felt him twitch in my hand; I felt him start to harden. His breathing changed, became shallower. His pulse jumped beneath my fingers where they pressed against his throat.

“That’s it,” I murmured as I stroked him again, firmer this time. Watching his face. Watching the way his eyes fluttered closed and his lips parted.

He grew harder with each stroke. The dry friction made a soft sound in the quiet room. His hips shifted forward slightly, seeking more.

I squeezed his throat just a fraction tighter and his eyes opened and met mine. They were darkly glazed, yet so beautiful.

I released his throat and pulled my hand from his briefs. Then I grabbed his face and kissed him.

The kiss was hard and demanding. I didn’t ask for entry. I just took it. My tongue invaded his mouth and he opened for me immediately and let me in.

He let me take what I needed.

I kissed him like I was trying to consume him. Like I could swallow down his strength and make it mine. My hands tangled in his hair, pulling his head back to give me better access.

When I finally broke the kiss, we were both breathing hard. Using my fingers, I pointed him toward the bed and he followed without resistance.

When we were close, I then shoved him hard and he fell back onto the mattress. The springs creaked under his weight. He propped himself up on his elbows, watching me.

I reached behind me and unhooked my bra before letting it fall away. Then I hooked my thumbs into my panties and slid them down my legs, stepping out of them.

Now I was completely bare.

I climbed onto the bed and crawled up his body like a predator stalking prey. My hands traced the lines of his torso, feeling the hard muscle beneath warm skin.

When I reached his briefs, I pulled them down. His cock sprang free. It was hard, flushed and ready for me.

I wrapped my hand around him and he groaned. I stroked him once, feeling him throb in my palm. Then I leaned down and took him in my mouth.

The taste of him flooded my senses. Salt, musk and something uniquely Baruch. I hollowed my cheeks and sucked, taking him deeper. My tongue swirled around the head before I slid him further in.

He made a choked sound above me. His hands went to the sheets, fisting the fabric.

I bobbed my head, finding a rhythm. Taking him deep then pulling back to swirl my tongue around the tip. My hand came up to fondle his balls, rolling them gently in my palm.

“Fuck, Hazel,” he gasped.

I hummed around him and the vibration made him curse again. I could feel him getting closer. Feel him hardening even more in my mouth. I could feel the way his thighs tensed beneath my free hand.

Then I felt it. The first drop of precum hit my tongue. Salty and slightly bitter.

I pulled off him immediately.

He made a frustrated sound but I ignored it. I crawled up his body and kissed him again. I ensured he taste himself on my tongue. The kiss was slower this time. More deliberate. I explored his mouth thoroughly before finally pulling back.

I looked at him. Really looked at him. His hair was mussed, sticking up in every direction from where I’d run my fingers through it. His lips were swollen and red from my kisses. His chest heaved with each breath.

“You belong to me,” I said.

He swallowed. His throat worked with the motion. Then he nodded, his lips forming the word without sound. Yeah.

I craned my neck back and smiled. The expression felt predatory on my face. “Show me.”

His hands came up to cup my head. He pulled me closer, his fingers tangling in my hair. Then he kissed me.

This kiss was different. He started slow, his lips moving against mine with careful precision. But then he deepened it. His tongue pushed into my mouth and this time there was no submission. He fought for dominance, his tongue tangling with mine.

His free hand moved down my body. They found my breast first and he cupped it. His thumb brushed over my nipple and I gasped into his mouth. The sensitive bud hardened under his touch.

He rolled my nipple between his thumb and forefinger before pinching it gently. The sensation shot straight through me and I moaned against his lips.

His hand continued its journey down my body. Over my ribs, my stomach, my hip. He traced patterns on my skin that made me shiver and caused goosebumps to rise in the wake of his touch.

Then his hand slipped between my thighs. I was already wet. Already ready for him. His fingers slid through my folds, gathering my arousal.

He pushed two fingers inside me.

I broke the kiss with a gasp. My body jerked back from the sudden intrusion, the sudden pleasure that lanced through me. But his other hand held my head and kept me close.

“Baruch,” I moaned.

His fingers moved inside me. In and out in a steady rhythm that had me panting. His thumb found my clit and circled it in time with his thrusts.

I leaned back further, my body arching. But his big palm held me steady and kept me from falling. His fingers never stopped moving. Never gave me a moment to catch my breath.

The pleasure built fast. Too fast. I could feel it coiling in my belly, hot and tight. His fingers curved inside me, hitting that spot that made me see stars.

“Oh goddess,” I gasped. “Oh goddess, Baruch.”

He pumped his fingers faster. Harder. His thumb pressed down on my clit and that was it. I came with a cry, my body convulsing around his fingers. The orgasm rolled through me in waves, leaving me trembling.

When the aftershocks finally subsided, he pulled his fingers out. They glistened with my arousal. He brought them to his mouth and sucked them clean, his eyes locked on mine.

The sight made heat pool low in my belly again.

He pulled me down and kissed me. I tasted myself on his tongue, mixed with the lingering taste of him. The combination was obscene and utterly perfect.

When he broke the kiss, his lips brushed against my ear. “You like that?”

I nodded, unable to form words. My body was still humming with pleasure and my mind was foggy.

“I need you,” I finally managed to say.

I shifted, wrapping my legs around him. I positioned myself over his cock, feeling the head press against my entrance. Then slowly, so slowly, I sank down onto him.

We both moaned as I took his full length. The stretch was almost too much after the intensity of my orgasm. But I didn’t stop. I didn’t pause. I just kept going until he was fully seated inside me.

For a moment, I just sat there. Adjusting. Feeling him pulse inside me. Feeling so full I could barely breathe.

Then he moved.

His hands gripped my hips and he lifted me slightly before pulling me back down. The thrust was hard, as it was unforgiving. It drove the air from my lungs.

He did it again. And again. Setting a brutal pace that had me gasping. Each thrust hit deep, hitting spots inside me I didn’t know existed. My whole body jolted with the force of it.

“Yeeeesssss,” I gasped. “Yes, just like that.”

He didn’t slow down. He didn’t gentle his movements. He fucked me hard, his fingers digging into my hips hard enough to bruise. The bed frame creaked beneath us. The headboard slammed against the wall with each thrust.

I could feel another orgasm building already. Faster and more intense than the first. My inner walls clenched around him, trying to pull him deeper.

“Baruch,” I moaned. “I’m going to—”

“Come for me,” he growled. “Come on my cock.”

His words pushed me over the edge. The orgasm crashed through me like a tidal wave. I felt myself gush, wetness flooding out of me and coating both of us. I was squirting now and my body was convulsing uncontrollably.

He didn’t stop. He kept thrusting through my orgasm, prolonging it until I was sobbing with the intensity. His movements became erratic and less controlled.

“Hazel,” he groaned. “I’m—”

“Come inside me,” I gasped. “Fill me up.”

That was all it took. He thrust deep one last time and held himself there. I felt him pulse inside me, felt the warmth of his release flooding me. His fingers dug into my hips so hard I knew there would be marks tomorrow.

Good. I wanted them. Wanted the evidence of this. Wanted to wake up tomorrow and see the bruises and remember that for a few hours tonight, I had power over something.

We stayed like that for a long moment. Both of us trembling. Both of us trying to catch our breath. Finally, he relaxed his grip and I slumped forward against his chest.

His arms came around me and held me close. One hand stroked my hair while the other traced lazy patterns on my back.

“You okay?” he asked quietly.

I nodded against his chest. I was more than okay. For the first time since losing my wolf, since becoming nothing more than a regular Omega, I felt like myself again.

Even if it was only temporary.

Even if tomorrow I’d wake up and remember that I was powerless in every way that mattered.

Tonight, I had this. I had him. I had control.