Vonn: The Boundarylands Omegaverse: M/F Alpha Omega Romance, Callie Rhodes [english novels for beginners .txt] 📗

to argue. Instead, he gently pushed her hair away from her face and said, almost tenderly, "I know."

"You don't know." Stacy felt like she might cry, something she hadn't done in years. "How can you? I don't even know what's wrong with me."

She didn't expect sympathy. Didn't expect anything at all, really, but she was still taken aback when Vonn's brow lowered, and he said roughly, "You do know. Stop pretending you don't. Nothing is wrong with you. If you'd just give in, quit worrying about 'supposed to' and do what feels right—no matter what it is—you'd know that too."

Stacy stayed frozen. If he knew what was going on inside her, he wouldn't say that. That as she struggled against him, she felt both more turned on and more fearless and more desperate for a reaction, he'd see what a freak she really was.

Only…his next words turned that belief on its head. "If you feel the urge to fight, Stacy, do it. I promise you I can take it. And if you want to fuck at the same time…I can take that too."

Stacy's eyes widened in shock, not just at his words but that he'd chosen this, of all moments, to call her by her name.

She wasn't 'Sergeant' anymore—not to him, not to herself. And she was done thinking. All her reason had only gotten in the way and made things worse.

And besides, her body knew what to do.

Stacy grabbed his neck and pulled him down so that she could kiss him hungrily, and he kissed her even as she scratched his back, and pounded her fists against his shoulders, and bucked against him.

He didn't seem to care when she twisted out of his grasp so she could tear his shirt off, even helping her by ripping it clean through.

If anything, his touch was even more hungry than hers, his kiss even more desperate. They urged each other on until Stacy could barely handle it, only faintly aware of him pulling off her shirt and bra until he lowered himself to her nipples and drew one into his mouth.

The shame flared, a desperate salvo from across enemy lines, but it was blasted out of existence by the sensations that shot through Stacy's body when Vonn licked and sucked.

He wasn't gentle, especially when Stacy screamed and pounded on his back. When he nipped at her with his teeth, the jolt of pleasure went straight to her pussy and back, obliterating any lingering sense of shame and misgiving and giving her over completely to her need.

Without thinking, she clawed at the front of his jeans, desperate to get them off. After a few fumbled attempts, Vonn shoved her trembling hands out of the way and rolled off the bed long enough to yank his pants down himself.

Stacy gave an incoherent cry at the sight of Vonn naked. He was every bit as magnificent as he was terrifying. His body was both perfect and marred, an exquisite specimen of a powerful human male who'd fought for what he wanted. There was a shiny burn mark near one shoulder, half a dozen scars of varying sizes and shapes on his well-defined chest, his strong arms, his astonishing abs.

When her gaze reached his cock, however, it got stuck.

Oh. My. God.

Stacy almost salivated at the sight of the gorgeous velvety head, Vonn's hand wrapping around the incredible girth and stroking. It was beautiful.

It was also way, way too big.

"I…we… can't," she managed to stammer. "That thing will kill me."

"It's never hurt anyone," Vonn rumbled. "The opposite."

Stacy gawked, wondering if the change in omegas’ biology allowed them to somehow accept something that damn big into their bodies…but it didn't matter. She was still a beta.

"The working ladies that come here are all betas." The bastard had read her mind again. "They've never complained."

Probably because they were dead. But Stacy could barely repeat her protest. "I can't."

Vonn dropped his hand, and his cock sprung back up, bobbing against him as he moved toward the bed. "I already said you don't have to. Just do what feels right…whatever feels right."

Then he wrapped his hand around one of her ankles and pulled it toward him at the foot of the bed. He didn't take his eyes off hers as he positioned his palms on her calves and slowly slid them up, pushing her legs apart as he went until she was spread wide and exposed before him.

For the first time, Vonn seemed suddenly less sure of himself, his eyes going wide at the sight of her glistening, wet pussy lips. He stared for a long moment, Stacy forgetting to fight as his awe of her stirred something new in her, something akin to pride that she could evoke such hunger in a man.

Then Vonn got to his knees and lowered his head between her thighs.

Stacy almost protested, but her words died on her lips as he kissed the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. He took his time, alternating from one side to the other and coming closer and closer until Stacy tangled her fingers in his hair and yanked. But it was only after she was almost begging for it that he finally buried his face against her pussy and started to devour her.

Intense pleasure, like nothing Stacy had ever experienced rushed through every nerve ending in her body. She arched her back and shattered, the most explosive orgasm of her life, except that it didn't stop. It seized her like a tornado and spun her around and around while she bucked and cried out, Vonn's magic tongue doing impossible things to her.

Then he pushed a finger inside her, and her cries turned to snarls, her teeth gnashing as she thrashed. "More!" she panted, pulling on fistfuls of his hair. "More, more—"

She came again, over and over again, begging and yelling and squirting jets of slick, something she had never done before.

God, why hadn't she? The feeling was—

That thought was lost to mindless ecstasy as he slid a second