Omegas In Love by Annie Nicholas

soft moans were an aphrodisiac setting him on fire.
    He lapped at her wet desire. The ache between his legs grew more demanding, but she needed to be wetter, more ready, before he took her. He pulled his jeans down and stroked his hard cock, easing some of the discomfort.
    Pressing back, she raised her hips and spread her thighs, giving him better access to her clit.
    On his back, he moved further under her. Swirling his tongue around the bud, her moans grew higher in pitch before he slowed the pace, then repeated the process.
    “Enough teasing, Tyler.”
    Smug, he traced a fingertip over the sweat beads covering her back.
    She shivered. Sliding down his body to face him, she grabbed the collar of his dirty t-shirt and tore it down the front, peeling him like a banana. Her eyes had gone wolf and the sharp edges of her nails caught the skin of his chest. They left scratches that welled with blood.
    A hiss escaped his lips. It burned…yet felt so good.
    Licking his wounds, Katrina pulled off the remaining shreds of his shirt. He could sense her beast just below the surface of her skin. Katrina’s beast liked him. However, she rarely surfaced during sex. They usually hunted together or ran with the pack. The beast part of his mate’s soul was still hurting from past abuse but her appearance gave him hope.
    With her unnatural strength, she yanked his jeans the rest of the way off.
    His cock popped free and she straddled his hips, positioning her wet pussy over him.
    Not needing more of an invitation, he grabbed her ass and pushed into her tight hole. Sweet velvet muscles clenched his shaft. He remained still, letting his cock sink deeper. Then with steady thrusts, he fucked her from below.
    Katrina flung her arms and head back, rocking to his rhythm with a low moan.
    Guiding her hips, he pushed in and in and in. Sweat stung the wounds on his chest and mingled with his blood. He couldn’t pry his gaze from her. The unfettered passion drew him like a moth to flame.
    With a growl, she grabbed his shoulders and dug her claws into his flesh.
    The pain was so intense, his vision faded. It made his pleasure more focused, leaving him vulnerable. His beast jumped into the driver’s seat. With a snarl, it took control. He twisted and pinned Katrina to the bed.
    She responded with a snapping bite to his neck, clenching him with her teeth and her pussy.
    Caught in an overload of erotic sensation, Tyler almost shifted, but he regained control of his mind. Not missing a beat, he continued to pump his hard cock into her core.
    She lifted her legs over his shoulders, allowing him to thrust deeper with carnal need.
    Breathless whimpers spurred him on. A wave of warm liquid caressed his cock as Katrina climaxed. Her pussy clenched around him, making control impossible.
    Her secret muscles milked him, stroked his over-sensitized rod, until his seed poured from him. They howled together.
    Exhausted, he dropped next to her, panting–
    “I never realized how different packs are organized in China.” Tony’s voice snapped Tyler back to the present.
    “What?” He stepped back into his bedroom, memories of Katrina still clinging to his thoughts.
    “The Asian packs are run like the military. They fight over territories all the time.” Tony flipped a few pages. “An attack on us would seem normal for them.”
    Tyler rubbed his forehead. “Then they’re more organized to fight than we are.”
    “Yeah, but according to Katrina, we have more numbers. She writes about how their births are dwindling. Something about keeping their bloodlines pure.”
    “I don’t get it.” Tyler leaned forward. “The bloodlines thing. I know shifters can make babies, but their children are human. What does it matter?”
    “I’m born from shifter parents.” Tony set the diary on his lap. “They told me my transition would be easier, less chance of dying from the infection.” He shrugged. “Most American shifters are made, not born, so the culture is