Free The Omega's Heart (Wilde Creek Four) by R.E. Butler Page A

closing his lips around the firm bud. Their
eyes met just a heartbeat before he sucked on her clit, teasing it
with his tongue, and her eyes rolled back in her head. Her stomach
clenched and the center of her body turned to molten lava as he
drew her close to the edge of pleasure. Spots formed before her
eyes, and her knuckles cracked as she clenched the blanket tightly.
Her back bowed as she came and he held her closely, drawing her
climax out as she screamed her pleasure. He lowered her to the bed
gently, pressing a tender kiss to her throbbing clit before he
moved up her body.
    She caught his hips with her legs. His cock
pressed into her pussy and they both groaned. He felt like heaven.
He slipped his arms under her back and cradled her close as they
lay motionless, his cock deep inside her, their bodies wed tightly
together.
    “You feel so good, Honey,” he said
hoarsely.
    “Jeremiah,” she moaned, tilting her hips to
take him deeper inside.
    They both groaned.
    Flexing his hips, he slipped from her body
slowly. He raised his head, and they looked at each other as he
pushed back in. Even though she wanted to close her eyes and just feel what they were doing, she didn’t want to miss anything,
so she forced herself to keep them open. She cupped his cheek, her
thumb stroking the swell of his bottom lip. He bared his teeth and
nipped her. Grinning, she tightened her legs around his waist and
began to meet his slow strokes, lifting her hips and grinding her
clit against him.
    Pleasure bloomed inside her again as she met
his hips with her own; her stomach clenched and her body flooded
with heat. His hands curled around her shoulders and he began to
pull her against him, driving her down as he thrust up. He snarled
and swiveled his hips as he drove into her, and her whole body
shuddered as he rocked against a spot that made her vision
blur.
    Growling with pleasure, he stroked over that
spot again and again, until her climax struck and she screamed his
name. He shouted as he came, his cock spasming inside her, and the
hot flood of his come made her sigh in happiness.
    Panting hard, he nuzzled her throat, his
voice hoarse when he whispered, “Please?”
    She tilted her head and buried her fingers
into his hair, encouraging him to mark her. “I’m yours.”
    He snarled softly and sank his teeth into her
neck. She hissed as his fangs imbedded into her flesh, shivering as
her wolf howled in happiness at finding their mate. He released her
neck, stroking his tongue over the mark, and then rolled to his
back. She rose up over him as he turned his head, baring his throat
to her. The males in her father’s pack didn’t allow the females to
mark them. Stacy told her that the males believed it was a
submissive gesture, to bare their throats to a female, and no male
wanted to be seen as submissive to anyone but the alpha. As she
gazed down at Jeremiah’s throat, she realized those males were
wrong. It didn’t make Jeremiah weak to give his throat to her, it
made her strong. He didn’t know her, but he trusted her, and he
valued her mark on his neck as much as she did his on hers.
    Her fangs elongated and she sank them into
his throat. He growled, his arms wrapping around her tightly.
Extracting her fangs, she licked the marks, tasting his blood on
her tongue.
    Jeremiah cupped her face and their eyes met.
“I’m yours, Honey. Better, worse, hell or high water. Whatever’s
going on with your old pack and your family, we’re mates, and that
means I accept your problems as my own. I know I’m not worthy of
you, but I’m going to do my damnedest to keep you safe and take
care of you.”
    Tears stung her eyes at his sweet
declaration.
    “I’m not worthy of you either, Jeremiah, but
I’m going to try to be the best mate for you.”
    His mouth curved up in a half-smile. “I think
we’re off to a good start.”
    She dropped her head to his shoulder with a
chuckle and then yawned.
    “In the morning we’ll go get your things