“Yes!” I push my ass up against him as my vision blurs. “Fuck with me your big cock, and fill me with your knot.”
With a feral roar, Cole’s knot swells. I claw at the bedsheets, pleasure overwhelming me as he stretches me completely and locks in place. I buck uncontrollably, but his hands provide a steadying force, holding me in place while my pussy implodes. There’s no stopping what we’ve started, causing orgasm after orgasm to crash through me until I’ve lost count of them.
“Mine,” Cole grunts possessively, plunging deeply before filling me with ropes of hot, delicious cum. “My omega.”
Completely spent, my head collapses onto the soft pillow.
Once our moans and my cries of bliss dissipate, a satisfied silence follows, broken only by our heavy breathing. My body writhes from the aftershocks and the pleasure-filled tremors consuming me.
“Lie down.”
Still attached, we manoeuvre into a spooning position. Cole holds me against his chest, his massive knot still locked inside me as a wave of happy exhaustion hits.
“Rest now, little omega.” Cole curls an arm around me. “You need to keep your strength up.”
With my insatiable appetite for knots, I’m going to need to.
TWENTY-FOUR
Ren
“How long do you think they’ll be?” Laz asks while he scurries around the kitchen, buzzing with nervous energy. Despite his usual confidence, the pacing and hair tugging prove that he’s anxious. Although he and Faye had a great date at the arcade, he’s still plagued with worry over saying the wrong thing and accidentally upsetting her. If he just relaxes and acts like his usual self, he’ll be fine. Laz is the pack jokester, and Faye will love him for that.
“However long it takes.” I grin. “Our omega is needy.”
Cole told me to rest, but it’s easier said than done when I’m living on pure adrenaline. Being with Faye was incredible.
Knotting is more than a physical act. It’s emotional, and the fact that she picked me to be her first means more to me than she’ll ever know.
Belle wasn’t the first person to make me feel inadequate. I have two alpha dads and being their only child, they both encouraged me to pursue sports, wanting me to follow in their footsteps. Being a reader doesn’t exactly give him the same bragging rights as their friends. They’ve always supported me, but they’ve never been able to fully mask their disappointment.However, Faye has never made me feel like I’m not enough of an alpha for her.
I tilt my head to listen when Laz puts a finger to his lips. Faye and Cole’s loud love making seems to have quietened. “Sounds like they’re taking a breather.”
“We’re so lucky.” I smile, thinking of the way Faye looked beneath me. “She’s perfect. For all of us.”
“Speak for yourself,” Damon grunts from where he’s scarfing down ice cream sprinkled with salted potato chips.
“That’s gross, dude.” Laz wrinkles his nose. “Who eats chips and ice cream?”
Damon empties the entire packet into his bowl to make a point. The only thing that would make this moment even better would be an improvement to Damon’s mood. He’s stubborn as hell. And he’s been sulking since Laz persuaded him to stop swinging an axe around in the dark.
Damon has ransacked the cupboards, his binge eating worsening as Faye’s moans filled the house.
“Do you think this is enough food?” Laz inspects the feast he put together on the countertop that’d feed an entire party. He even cut fresh fruits up into cute animal shapes.
Damon points at a melon that looks like some kind of bird. “What the fuck is that supposed to be?”
“It’s a swan!” Laz picks it up, cradling his little swan melon. “Do you think it’s too much?”
Damon snorts.
“No, it’s fine,” I assure Laz before Damon makes another snarky comment. Just because Damon’s making every effort to ignore his connection with Faye doesn’t give him the right to shit on everyone else parade. “She’ll love it, Laz.”
Laz smiles, carefully placing the swan melon on a bed of strawberries. He’s more sensitive than he lets on, choosing to hide his insecurities behind jokes.
“I don’t know why you’re making such a fuss.” Damon shakes his head. “She’s just an omega.”
“She’s not just an omega,” I correct him. “She’souromega, and the sooner you get your head around that, the better.”
