Dante' hands were roaming across her body, and he dragged her to his lap, greedy for more. She seemed to know, seemed to mirror his lust, just as insatiable as he was, just as desperate. Her naughty clit ground harder against his clothed cock, more wanton than usual, more needy. Her panting mirrored his. But Dante was hungry and pathetic. It didn't take long for her clothes to be ripped, her breast spilling from her suit, her body twitching with pleasure. His lips sucked at her tits, pillowed against his cheek, nipples hard on his tongue.
She cried, all slack, body falling open. His balls were throbbing, cock drooling pre-cum. He was so hard he felt like he could not breathe, he felt like he could fucking die. He needed her. He needed her pussy.
The passion burnt and grew. He was hungry, so hungry when he lifted her against the wall of the cavern and slammed her upon its sticky surface. She was cursing filthy things when he parted her thighs with his hands. Her belly sucked in hard, hips bucking away from his touch as if he'd abused her cunt. He pushed her open, spreading her legs wider. His thumb dug into the inner dips of her thighs, nail pressed to skin, going closer to her swollen cunt.
And that was fucking enough for her to cum, tummy seizing, hips undulating, legs clamping against his touch. A thumb to her skin had her shaking through an orgasm. It had her cumming so hard she was sobbing into the groove of her arm, melting deep into the pleasure with rolled-back eyes as if he'd fucked her so hard and good. What a sweet, sensitive Omega. He barked out a laugh.
But he didn't let her go and she was twitching from overstimulation when he tore her open to reveal the dirty, translucent wetness of her panties—slick, gossamer and see-through. Rue was so wet that she squelched when he dragged a thumb over the bulge of her throbbing clit. She moaned, a pretty sound echoed from her throat.
She smelt amazing, all whipped cream soft, condensed milk sweet. He was an animal when he parted the fabric to the side, feral when his tongue dipped into her folds. It tasted like her, like the naughtiest of musk, like Omega, like aphrodisiac, like Heat.
He was grunting and panting into her cunt when he pulled his dick out, red, wet and steaming between a balled fist. The dark coarse curls tickled when he fucked his hand hard, fast and violent. His fingers squeezed as if he were trying to milk his soul out of his goddamn cock. A new thought grazed his mind. He wanted to fuck her, buried nose deep in her cunt, he wanted nothing more than to be deep inside her.
He sucked at her clit harder.
She bucked harder on his mouth, riding and writhing on his tongue like the filthiest slut.
Then he was pulling his hand back from his shaft, heavy cock slapping against his belly. Desire grew within him. He wanted to feel her. Three fingers were slammed deep into her cunt, curled up until she was bucking, her nails in his scalp, on his back. And he loved it, he loved it so fucking much he felt like he was going insane.
She was hot, tight and addictive.
"Fuck—" she whimpered. "Dante, f-fuck—"
He fucked her on his fingers rough and hard, arms burning as he thrust them in and out like a savage. His tongue flicked at her clit like a snake, face buried between damp thighs. The sound of her moans, the whimpering, the strangled grunt that escaped her as she lost all reason made him hornier than ever. God, it was the horniest fucking thing in the entire fucking world.
And he wanted her there, wanted her screaming, wanted to fucking taste the sweetness of her orgasm. She was delicious, so fucking delicious he wondered why he'd been such a stubborn motherfucker this entire time.
"W-we're in an enemy cave," she moaned. "There's an ugly grasshopper down the motherfucking hallway. Possibly watching us because I barbecued his spiny asshole. A-and you're giving me the best cunnilingus of my life—"
He groaned against her, still hungry for pussy, fucked her on his tongue until her breath grew ragged and her voice tapered into a keen. If she could speak it meant that she wasn't pleasured enough. She bucked then, cursing hard, thighs spreading wider, the bud of her clit pulsing on the flat of his tongue. His dick was swaying, throbbing hard with pure fucking bliss. Her legs were clamped around his head, a hand on her ass, the other in her cunt.
One more lap of his tongue, one more thrust of his fingers and she was exploding, twitching against his mouth through a second orgasm. Her voice was loud, needy and wild as she crested through it with her teeth to her lip, a strangled moan wrenched from her lungs. Her body bucked away from him but he didn't let her go, sucking on her clit like the devil. A stream of profanities wheezed from her tongue.
"Dante," she seemed to find her voice in the chaos, satisfied exhaustion rippled from an escaped breath. She fell to his lap, knees leaving his shoulders. Her limbs were weak against him. "Fucking hell. Was that—"
"It's not enough," he grunted, feeling the wound struggling to close. His Alpha wanted more, his eyes flashed. "I'm not done."
"It's not?" her voice was small, disappointed. And yet desire pulsed from within her eyes, throbbed in the squeeze of her legs. Her thighs jiggled.
"No," a smirk grew on his lips, pressed into a thin line. The Rampage was barely cooling and something roared in his chest growing hot, desperate. He was pathetically thankful that the wound remained, so fucking delighted when she looked back at him with the same need in her eyes. The euphoria was growing, and he was cosmic. "Can I fuck you?"
Her response was too quick, too eager. "Just the tip?"
He barked out a laugh, forehead to hers, a wildness pounded in his heart. Her eyes were stars. "That's fucking impossible."
"I shouldn't have come here," she groaned, a fist on his chest. She was beautiful. He was out of his goddamn mind, all animalistic with amoral attraction, frothing with need like a dog. He'd lost himself and was as wild as savages, as needy as beasts. And right now, Dante didn't give a fuck, electric attraction searing through his soul.
He wanted her.
He wanted this.
"Well then, if you didn't come," he shrugged, "we'd be dead." A beat of warmth crept into his words. "I'm glad you did."
Rue almost sobbed. "Why the fuck am I always in this situation?"
"Why indeed," he agreed. Her mouth was soft when it met his, a mire of desire, pliant and submissive as they moulded to his. But the kiss was soft, good, divine. They parted, a dirty string of saliva connecting between them. "Pleasure yourself, we don't have time." He smiled when she spread her legs obediently, her hands already reaching to strum at her clit coaxing even more slick from her hole.
"Alpha," Rue whimpered, but there was euphoria in her eyes. "You smell so good." There was something hot in the air, twisting, wafting. A sweetness turning up a notch. There were traces of Heat on her skin, Rut in his head. Her eyes were glazed. But there was also a connection, a string, a pull from his soul. He knew better, should know better that this wasn't just him needy for guidance. This was an Alpha needing his Omega. This was a fucking soulmate in his arms.
He was primal when his dick ground against her, the wet-hot suction almost had him cumming right then and there. The gummy cling of her pussy lips sticking to his shaft, ruby red clitoris kissing the sensitive vein. He allowed her to mould against him, to make a mess all over the mushroom head, dribbling globes of slick all over his cock. Her back arched, working herself towards another orgasm, panting against him. She spread her legs wider, her hands were on his shoulders, and his were on her waist.
He'd lost.
Or maybe, Dante had finally won.
"You're already stretched," he remarked and lifted her to slam her down upon his cock.
The gasp that escaped her was choked, wetness gushing like a waterfall all over him. But he didn't fucking care because he was lost in the pleasure. The heat of her cunt wrapped all around him was like nirvana. Her breath was drawn out, sweet like molasses, rosebud mouth agape. Her feet were thrashing against his back, toes curled.
He lost himself somewhere, a slave to the sensation, muscles clenching all over. When had he lifted her legs, pressed her thighs his shoulders, knees to his ears? When had she started letting out those adorable little 'ah-ah-ah's that could almost make him cum? He was just surrounded in the hot, creamy swallow of her pussy, buried within pleasure so generous his brain was melting into the fire. Both of his palms were pressed against the wall, his knees to the ground, his hips thrusting full force and angled deep into his Omega.
And his Omega was so fucking pleased, he knew it, his Alpha knew it. He could almost hear her soul purring back to him, whimpering through his thrusting. She wanted this just as much as he did. He pulled out all the way and slammed back in to a rising beat, thinking of nothing but the gummy cling of her pussy.
Her eyes were glassy with pleasure, breath ragged through the 'o' of her mouth. The upstroke and downstroke of their lovemaking were so fucking good he had tears in his eyes, her cunt clinging to him as if desperate for cock. He could fucking see himself pulsing in her belly, a gurgling in her throat erupting from her like a needy bitch. His pelvis brushed against the swollen bulge of her clit and she wailed. He was spiralling, spiralling into this union.
Gods, he wanted to claim her, he wanted to sink his teeth into her neck and fuck her full with pups—
He came to a halt, almost cumming, stuttering into her body, grunting with his forehead to hers for a breather. He had to pull out, he reminded himself desperately. If he impregnated her this would be the end of their glorious union, this would be the last time he could cum in her pussy—
FUCK!
A heavy, angry shove into her sweet spot and she came almost immediately, sucking him torturously deeper as if she knew his turmoil, bucking against his hip as he paused to soak up the feeling of her around him. He strained then, brows knotted, lips bitten raw, eyes squeezed shut to bring his pleasure and insanity down a notch. But Dante had to look, he had to see.
And he looked, stared at the gorgeous body of his writhing mate.
Her belly was concaving to the beat of his heart, splashing more slick all over them both like a goddamn fountain. Her head lolled, wailing as her fingers dug into her breasts as if it would help her as if she struggled to hold on. Her eyes were rolled back, cheeks pink. She was squeezing all over him as she squirted like a geyser, body canting breathlessly through the pleasure.
Her body grew slack as she finished, but he wasn't fucking done and he began his pace again, slamming into her faster and faster like an unforgiving monster. She wasn't begging for reprieve despite the overstimulation, she was begging for more.
They were filthy, carnal and raw.
And he was so forceful now that the walls of the cave seemed to vibrate with each slam of his hips, the urge to cum coiling tight and low in his gut like a rising tsunami. He hissed, thrusting harder, faster. He needed more, he wanted more. Her overstimulation must have peaked at some point because she was kicking at him, clawing at him, wailing at him. She must have had another orgasm, for the head of his cock was milked once again to fluttering folds. And then another, and then another. Each was as heavy and as strong as the other, body curved and arched in a heavy C. Each one milked him so tightly until pain mixed with pleasure.
He fucked her until it was all a blur, until all he could see was the gold of her eyes like the moon until there was nothing in the world but pleasure, his heart, his soul and Rue.
Dante was done for.
He choked down a scream, eyes rolling as he pulled out to cum, the ropes of it messy all over the outer lip of her. A knot had formed at the base of his shaft, and he squeezed at it, fucking his fist painfully to get it down as much as he could with closed eyes because he couldn't look at her. He couldn't allow his mind to drift, for the sharpen of his teeth to sink into her shoulder.
He was going to bite her.
He was going to claim her.
He was going to make her his mate.
He could almost taste her blood on his tongue.
But instead, he kissed her, kissed her until the world faded and there was nothing but her lips, her panting, her fire, her heart, her eyes. God, he was so fucked. And she slumped against him after what felt like an eternity, Dante falling back onto his palms as she rolled into his chest, head on his shoulder. The silence loomed, and their panting echoed.
He couldn't blame all that on poison, Rampage or the beginnings of Rut.
All three were completely and utterly gone.
He looked at her then, at the sweetness of her face, the fan of her lashes. Her cute little pants. The dip of her nose. The scrunch of her brow. The curve of her jaw. The stretch of her neck. His heart fluttered, his tongue trembled, and a sudden warmth grew in his cheeks, growing in his soul. But he pulled back like an asshole, knotted dick shoved uncomfortably into his pants. His bond was roaring, his pack had felt it all. His voice was cold because he should hate her. But his face was so warm it steamed.
They were going to fucking kill him.
"Let's go."
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