Page 64 of Shattered Trinket
“I can never say no to you, Dove. Especially when you ask so nicely.”
Leaning back into the mound of pillows behind me, I put my hands behind my head and raise a brow at her when she sits up and whirls around to look back at me with hazy eyes. Her scent swirls around the nest, making it near impossible to think clearly as her body pushes out pheromones meant to entice us to rut her into complacency, tobreed.
“You want my cock, Omega? Then take it.”
In a blink, she pounces, climbing her way up my body with an almost primal look blazing in her blue eyes as her instinctscompletely take over, pushing aside any fear or insecurities that might have been lingering. She circles her hips against me, her slick dripping out of her as she rubs against my cock and making me shudder. Her hands rest on my chest, whimpers escaping her as her hips pick up speed until she grows frustrated because it’s not what she wants.
Surprising me, her hand reaches between us, her slender fingers wrapping around my length as she lifts her hips so she can rub my leaking tip through the glistening lips of her pussy. Her scent gets even stronger, and I grow dizzy with desire when I slip inside her just the smallest amount. Her breaths pant out of her as she slowly slides herself down, her mouth falling open as her body sucks me deeper inside of her until her pelvis finally rests against mine. She moans, head dropping back until I can feel the ends of her hair tickling my thighs, and my hands clench her trembling thighs.
When she looks back at me, bending so she can look into my eyes, I see a bit of clarity come back into them for just a moment.
“I did it,” she breathes out with tears shining in those pretty blues. “I did it, and I don’t want to stop. I need you, my Ghost.MyAlpha. Please make me feel good. Help me erase the rest of his marks on my soul.”
I surge up, carding my fingers through her hair at the base of her skull and pull her lips to mine, devouring her as I push my hips up, swallowing the gasp she lets out when it has her clit rubbing against me. I press my forehead against hers when I pull away and she sucks in a breath, her cheeks flushed that beautiful rosy red that I love so much.
“I fucking love you with everything I am, Omega. Now hold on, because I’m about to fuck every memory of his touch out of you until the feel of me is imprinted inside of you.”
Twenty-Four
Cozette
The minute I sink all the way down Jeremiah’s impressive, pierced length, a feeling of euphoria mixed with complete and total relief wash over me. If not for our night together, I’m not sure I’d have had the confidence to climb on top of him, to press him against where I ache the most and slip him inside of me, but I did. Maybe it’s the instincts screaming inside of me helping to guide me, or maybe it’s just that I love this man so much and trust him unendingly, but whatever it is, feeling him inside me without a hint of panic trying to consume me is transcendent.
When he pushes up until he’s gripping the hair at the back of my head and says what he does, I can’t help the flood of slick that drips out of me or the way my core clenches around him, making him groan.
I love his dirty mouth.
The thought echoes across my mind a second before he drops back, grips my hips, and holds me up slightly before he bounces me on his length at a fast pace that steals the breath from my lungs. I can feel him…everywhere,and with each thrust of him inside me, the memories imprinted on my soul are replaced until all I can think about is him.
My Alpha.
My Ghost.
Mine, mine, mine!
Jeremiah looks feral beneath me as he tries to burrow deeper and deeper inside me until we’re one. His brows are furrowed, teeth bared, and yet that look only makes me burn hotter for him. Seeing him so completely out of control, and knowing that I’ve made him that way, does something to me.
Both of their scents surround me, making me dizzy and calming me all at once. Jeremiah’s gunpowder and wild jasmine mixed with Micah’s baby powder isn’t a combination most would find intoxicating, but these alphas are mine andeverythingabout them is intoxicating to me. Their scents, their personalities, the way they both make me feel so adored.
When I glance over at Micah, my nostrils flare at the sight of him next to us, his hand sliding up and down his hard length as he watches me. The overthinker part of my brain feels awkward knowing that he’s right there, watching me be impaled by another, but the other part of my brain that’s being completely guided on instinct preens.
For once, I feel powerful.
Beautiful.
Cherished.
Watching Micah, I can’t help but moan as his eyes—like liquid honey—grow more intense with each passing moment. With an insatiable longing, I extend my hand towards him, desperate for the warmth and softness of his lips on mine. My desire is palpable, and he quickly takes his place on his knees next to me. My head is firmly held in his grasp as he brings our foreheads together, his piercing stare penetrating into the depths of my soul. I lean in closer, our lips brushing against each other, and I can feel the warmth of our breaths intermingling.
The piercings lining Jeremiah’s shaft create an entirely unique experience, heightening the sensations overloading my senses. I moan when he stills with his length buried all the way to the hilt, caressing my thighs until he’s gripping my hips and guiding me until I’m grinding against him. Electricity sings through my veins as he touches me everywhere that he can, looking up at me like he still can’t believe I want him. That he’s mine.
“Look at you. Reclaiming your power and control. Like a beautiful phoenix reborn before my eyes,” Micah whispers against my lips as I grind myself against the quickly swelling knot at the base of Jeremiah’s impressive length. “Does he feel good, baby?” he asks, and I respond with a whimper and a nod before pressing my lips hard against his.
He kisses me back, his tongue tangling with mine in a heated kiss that sets my blood on fire. Every sound that escapes me is swallowed down by Micah, and I find myself grinding down against Jeremiah’s knot harder.
I want it.
Need it.