“Fallon….”
“Please. I crave it. Please.” My fingernails dug into his skin, probably making scratches. I’d be sorry later. Right now, I didn’t have time.
“Are you sure?”
“Do it!”
He pulled me close and thrust hard. My muscles opened around the swelling base of his cock, taking him in.
I keened. “Yes. More. I want it.”
“Fallon.” He said my name over and over in a strained voice. He was having more orgasms as my rim squeezed his knot. It was the way of alphas, giving them an intense sense of euphoria. I wanted him to have it. I yearned to give him everything.
14
KEIR
“My manners are deplorable.” I lay over Fallon, still joined. We’d calmed a bit, our breaths still rapid as we waited for my knot to go down.
Fallon’s arms wove around my back, his head buried between my neck and shoulder.
“What?”
I was embarrassed but I made myself speak. “Oh, honey. I’m terrible. Awful. I didn’t use a condom. I didn’t even ask you.”
He choked out a reply. “We got caught up. I have no regrets.”
“But you’re in heat.”
“I’m also on birth control.”
I kissed the top of his head, trying to coax him to tilt his head back so I could plunder his mouth again. When I succeeded, I pressed my open mouth to his. He met my kiss with equal energy.
When I pulled back, I spoke again. “It’s still bad manners on my part. Again, I apologize.”
His arms tightened around me. “There’s nothing to be sorry for.”
“My knot’s going down. I’ll grab you some water and towels in just a minute.”
His hips moved and he let out a long sigh, whispering, “It feels good.”
I smiled and kissed him again. When my knot finally receded, I pulled out and lifted myself up. Fallon’s mouth turned down in disappointment.
“I’ll be right back.”
I brought him towels and water and some of the snacks I’d brought. He showed no interest in anything but me, which flattered my alpha. I wanted him in my arms, sitting in my lap while I fed him from my own hands.
I got back in bed and he curled into my side. I was still erect for him, but for this moment the desperation to obsessively have him lowered enough so I could catch my breath.
I put an arm around him and grabbed my phone. “I need to check on the updates.”
“I think I can work a bit while we rest,” he replied, his voice more level now.
Fallon sat up and reached for the nightstand where his laptop sat. He pulled up the covers and set it in his lap. He was still hard; it had to be uncomfortable. For the moment, he was all business.
Immediately, he began to sort through things, typing fast.
“I’ve got to call Control.”
