I thrust my hips into the mattress, forcing my own orgasm down. My own release doesn’t matter right now, will never matter as much as seeing my partner fall apart around and on top of and below me. Cole’s body shakes, his thighs clamping around my shoulders as his back bows.
“M-Mar?—”
My name is cut off with his ragged groan as his cock twitches against my tongue. A blast of pleasure fills my chest before disappearing, and then the salty tang of his cum consumes me. I’m careful to swallow every drop. He grunts as I finally let him out of my mouth, his hand tightening in my hair for a moment.
He pants beneath me as I crawl over him, my own dick still hard, a bit of pre-cum dripping onto his stomach. His chest is flushed, and a layer of sweat has his olive skin glistening in the morning light now spilling through the small window.
Damn, but he’s gorgeous.
I move until I test his entrance and then pause.
“May I?”
My voice has gone so low, it practically vibrates through my chest. His eyes darken, and I know he can hear my desperate need, can feel if only for a heartbeat the absolute willpower it’s taking me to do this slowly just like last night, to try and discover him in slow increments rather than just bend him over every surface until my scent’s scored into his bones.
God, I might need a rut suppressor to survive the next month with him.
“Please,” he whispers, grabbing my wrist where it’s beside his head, my palm flat against the bed.
I ease into him just like the night before, trying to make sure I don’t hurt him. His words still ring through me, his whispered confession.
I haven’t been knotted since you.
Which means he’s only ever been knotted by me. Even now, the thought fills me with a possessive pride, something so primal I can’t fight against it.
He’s hot and slick around me, his body welcoming me like it’s been waiting the last three years for this, for me and my knot. He throws his head back as I slowly ease back out and then thrust in, harder and faster than last night. The cords of his neck stand out, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows another sound.
I’m already right on the edge, that warmth spreading between my hips.
“Cole,” I whisper. “Omega, look at me.”
I lace the words with an Alpha’s command. His eyes flutter open even as he curls his hips, forcing me deeper with each of my fevered thrusts. My knot just barely breaches him, and he shudders.
“Watch me knot you.”
His eyes widen, and his apple scent surrounds us in a new wave, drowning out the nutmeg entirely. He palms my neck andtwists his fingers into the longer strands of my hair, pulling me closer to him.
“Yes, Alpha,” he whispers.
It’s too damn much. My orgasm rushes through me, stealing my sight for a moment. I drop my head into his shoulder and bite him, resisting the urge to break his skin only by grabbing his hair hard enough he cries out. My knot swells before I can apologize, forcing us together and sending another release through his body. Ropes of semen lash my stomach as he comes again. He shakes in my hold, his groan this time even more uncontrolled and desperate. His knees tighten around my hips, forcing me even deeper.
Sanity returns to me in increments. Slowly, I release his hair and soothe the bruised skin with my lips. He shivers as I press a kiss just behind his ear.
“Holy—” He sucks in a breath. “I… Marcus, I?—”
I cut him off with a kiss, making sure that’s gentle, too. His body tightens under mine, reacting as if my scarred bite isn’t straddling his collarbone, like I need to bond him again to quiet the base desire of an Omega to be claimed and branded. I force down the defensive growl and instead trace the ragged lines of the scar, reminding his body just exactly who I am. He shivers, and some of the growing tension ebbs away.
“I know,” I whisper. “It’ll ease in a minute.”
His arms wrap around my waist, forcing me closer to him even as he traces shapes along my back and feathers a touch down my spine. I let myself settle into the moment, closing my eyes as I kiss his scar.
There’s a knock on the door just as my knot releases.
“Time to go,” Megan says.
Cole turns and kisses my temple.
All at once, everything I felt before rises in a tidal wave.
