Page 62 of Blizzards and Brews

Spencer was a work of art. Every line or dip of his muscles was perfection. I loved that he was so thick and taller than me. His dark hair and lightly bronzed skin were just my type.

“Are you going to be a good omega and let me do what I want with you?” he asked, voice husky.

“Yes,” I breathed out. Giving him control was an easy decision. Spencer was the type of alpha to make sure I was taken care of.

He dipped down and kissed my lips before dropping between my legs. With his alpha strength he pulled me forward so I was just on the edge before flicking his tongue out to clean up the bead of precum forming on the head of my hard cock.

He hummed at the taste before sliding his lips over me and swallowing me down. There was no hesitation at all as he gripped my thighs to hold me in place and sucked my cock like it was his superpower.

Each tease of his tongue and hum of approval sent me spiraling even more out of control until I was hovering on the edge of my orgasm, fingers curled in his hair and his name falling from my lips.

“I’m going to come,” I whimpered. That was apparently the keyword for him to work harder. He hollowed his cheeks and doubled his efforts, ensuring I couldn’t hold back if I wanted to.

This time my voice wasn’t quiet, but a desperate, keening cry as my body reacted to his efforts. My orgasm pulsed through me like lightning, the heat of it running over my spine before swirling through my veins. I barely breathed as I came down his throat.

Spencer took his time cleaning up my cum, his tongue teasing over every inch of my overly sensitive cock before letting me go.

My chest heaved with my uneven breaths and he gave me a cocky smirk before kissing me again. I could taste myself on his tongue and it was strange, but incredible.

“Hands and knees,” he ordered as he pulled away. Spencer’s laughter filled the air as I scrambled on the bed with as much grace as a bull in a china shop.

All amusement was gone as he climbed on the bed behind me, his hands skimming over my flesh before his finger was pushing into my ass. I groaned at the intrusion but my body was prepared, another rush of slick making his job easier as he added another finger and started to stretch me.

Each second that passed as he focused on preparing me had my cock hardening even further. I was ready for my alpha to claim me.

“I’m going to give it to you, Ollie. Do you want that, omega?”

“Yes, alpha. Please,” I begged. My words cut off on a whimper as he pushed inside of me right then.

Spencer was gentle this time as he fucked me. His strokes were even and forceful, pushing his inflating knot deeper into me with each thrust.

“So good for me, Ollie. You were made to take my knot,” he praised as his fingers stroked down my spine, relaxing me to take him deeper.

The warmth that spread through me from his praise didn’t go unnoticed. Spencer continued to talk me through each moment, making love to me this time, not just fucking me.

I’d never felt so cherished in my life.

“You’re handling it so well,” he said as I relaxed further, pressing my face into the mattress so he could use me as he needed.

My body was on fire and my veins were filled with embers as he showered me in praises and pleasure, the two intertwining until my head was spinning. As if on cue he shifted, pegging my prostate.

I screamed out this time, my orgasm hitting without him even touching my cock. The pleasure shocked through me and I clamped down around his cock as it did.

He hooked a hand under my chest and pulled me up so he supported my weight before he skimmed his nose along my shoulder. The unmarred skin burned as if he were branding me, and I wished he would.

“Soon,” he promised as if he was reading my thoughts.

This position, with him locking me in place, had every sensation stealing my breath away. Pleasure rocked through us as he started to come, his body tensing and grip tightening as I felt him fill my ass with his seed.

“Mine,” he growled as he repositioned us on the bed, his lips finding my neck and leaving a soft trail before I turned his way, letting him kiss my lips.

“Yours,” I agreed.

Chapter Twenty-One

Lindsay

This was it. I was going to make Ollie mine.