Perhaps to his credit, instead of ravishing her in the instant those words left her mouth, Omega stares at her in disbelief, and a little uncertainty -- does she know what she's saying, because the leash wrapped around her fingers is the only thing holding him back. But it's too late for second guessing. All hesitation disintegrates in the savage kiss that crushes his mouth to hers, and Omega's claws leave the bark to grab her by the hips and jerk them roughly into his. The barest grind against his stiffening cock makes him buck.
Should any complaints find their way out of her mouth between his ravenous kisses, he might not even hear them. There is a roaring in his ears, the sound of his blood pulsing high and hot, and it reverberates with his own snarl of primal need.
The animal he used to be would have torn her clothes to shreds in the effort to get at her, get in her, but Omega drags his hands up her sides and brings her shirt with it, pulling it over her head and tossing it aside into the woods. Rather than slowing down for hungry touches and kisses on newly bared skin, Omega just drops his claws to the front of her jeans and practically yanks them open in his eagerness to shove them down her hips.
He doesn't want to hurt her. He won't. But he can't stop, he has to touch her and his cock is getting harder by the second and -- god, he's wanted her -- he can barely stop kissing her to breathe.
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Perhaps to his credit, instead of ravishing her in the instant those words left her mouth, Omega stares at her in disbelief, and a little uncertainty -- does she know what she's saying, because the leash wrapped around her fingers is the only thing holding him back. But it's too late for second guessing. All hesitation disintegrates in the savage kiss that crushes his mouth to hers, and Omega's claws leave the bark to grab her by the hips and jerk them roughly into his. The barest grind against his stiffening cock makes him buck.
Should any complaints find their way out of her mouth between his ravenous kisses, he might not even hear them. There is a roaring in his ears, the sound of his blood pulsing high and hot, and it reverberates with his own snarl of primal need.
The animal he used to be would have torn her clothes to shreds in the effort to get at her, get in her, but Omega drags his hands up her sides and brings her shirt with it, pulling it over her head and tossing it aside into the woods. Rather than slowing down for hungry touches and kisses on newly bared skin, Omega just drops his claws to the front of her jeans and practically yanks them open in his eagerness to shove them down her hips.
He doesn't want to hurt her. He won't. But he can't stop, he has to touch her and his cock is getting harder by the second and -- god, he's wanted her -- he can barely stop kissing her to breathe.