“I know,” I speak gently, mindful of the need to be very careful with her emotions. “What do you want, baby?”
“You.” She groans, her hands rubbing at her stomach, tugging limply at the shirt she’s pilfered from one of us. It takes me seconds to nudge her frustrated hands out of the way and flick the little row of buttons open, displaying her skin for us.
Hudson flicks on a set of lights in the corner, bathing her in a warm, golden glow. Her breasts gleam in the dim light, dusky pink nipples peaked and ready. She tosses her head, her hand sliding down into the dark curls between her legs.
“Don’t make me beg,” she moans, and I pull my head out of my ass.
“Just takin’ in the view, kitten.”
Her hand grabs mine as she yanks it down to her pussy, making it very clear that viewing-only time is over. My fingers spear through her curls, catching her clit between my fingers and rolling it as she bucks, her hips lifting from the mattress.
She’s so wet that my fingers keep slipping, her slick coming faster as the heat fugue deepens. She cries out as I keep flicking, pinching her little nub until she’s writhing in front of me, broken sobs falling from her lips.
“Knot, Nate. Please.”
Nothing will help an omega in heat aside from knotting. The foreplay helps, but it’s the endgame that matters here. I spread her legs, shoving my sweatpants down and kicking them away as I line up to her entrance.
“Kitten.” When she groans again, my hands grab her chin, making her face me. Sweat beads along her hairline, her eyes gradually focusing.
“That’s right, kitten. I want you to know exactly whose cock is inside you.” I thrust, trusting my body to know what she needs, and I’m rewarded when Gabrielle screams out my name.
“Again.” I pull out completely, making her sob before I surge back in, finding the perfect rhythm as our bodies slap together. I know the others are there, their eyes all too focused on us and the scent of pure arousal thick throughout the nest, but nobody interferes.
This is our first time, and I’m not sharing her with anybody. This moment is just for us.
I push into her as far as she’ll take me, her legs stretched wide and my knot nudging her entrance. When she tries to push back on me, I pull out one more time, and her eyes fly open. “Get back here.”
It takes a bare second to flip her over, my hand smacking against her ass hard enough to leave a mark behind before I sink back inside, her perfect cunt clothing me like a damn glove.
“Fucking perfect, kitten,” I growl. “Made for me. Made for my fucking knot inside this tight little pussy.”
She can’t move, her shaking elbows holding her up and my hands holding her thighs in the air as I fuck into her so hard we move across the mattress. Her pants and cries are like fucking music to my ears, the perfect arch of her back a red card to a bull, drawing me on to move faster, harder as I brand her from the inside out.
My release hits me like a fucking freight train, Gabrielle soaking me with her slick as I flood her pussy with my own fluids, both of us shuddering. My knots slides inside with ease, and I ease her hips down to the floor, my hands running up her back as she pants, her cheek pressed to the mattress.
“Made for me,” I murmur. “For us, kitten. Can you feel my knot inside you?”
She moans, pushing herself into me as I roll us to the side, my knot secure inside her. “More.”
I kiss her damp hair. “Not going anywhere for a minute, sweetheart.”
My hand strokes down her front, dipping between her breasts and down her stomach, tugging at her curls and playing with her clit. The high from her orgasm doesn’t last, her movements becoming more frantic as I play with her body.
“I can’t wait to see you take all of our knots.” My voice is husky, and she shivers as I nip at her ear. Her throat is so damn close, all that perfect, smooth skin made to sink my teeth into.
I close my mouth over it, and she shudders. “Bite.”
“Not this time, baby. Remember?” She mewls in frustration, and my knot loosens enough for me to reluctantly disentangle our bodies.
I kiss her throat one more time. “One day you’ll be ours completely. And we’ll wait as long as it takes.”
ChapterForty-Eight
Gabrielle
My head is a haze of pure, blistering need as Nate’s knot slides from me, his teeth withdrawing from my neck.
No. Need their bite.
