“Fuck, Emery,” I rasp, barely holding on. “You’re choking me. So fucking tight, so wet—your body doesn’t wanna let me go.”
She answers with a high, broken moan, squeezing down again like she’s proving me right.
Something feral snaps.
I start to move; short, brutal thrusts that test her limits, giving her time to adjust as I keep one hand on her hip and the other still teasing her ass. I rub that slicked-up thumb in slow circles,loving the way she gasps, how her thighs shake and her cunt flutters harder around my cock in response.
“You like this?” I growl, voice filthy against her neck. “Bent over your own damn table with my cock in you and my thumb on your ass? Slick dripping down your legs while I wreck you?”
“Yes, Connor,yes, don’t stop—”
“Oh, I won’t,” I promise, slamming deeper. “Not until I’ve knotted you so good you’re leaking me fordays.”
Every thrust is wet and punishing now. The slap of our bodies meeting fills the room, obscene and primal as her moans turn frantic, head turning so she can breathe against the vinyl.
“You feel that?” I rasp. “Your cunt sucking me in like it knows who I am?”
She whines, incoherent.
“My Omega,” I growl. “My fucking girl.”
My knot swells fast, and my instincts scream at me to pull out, to spare her the claim. I slow, panting, teeth clenched against the need.
“Fuck,” I manage. “I should—”
“No,” she gasps, walls clamping down hard around me again, slick gushing with it. “Don’t. Don’t pull out. Please.”
That’s it.
My restraint?Gone.
“Fuck,” I snarl, grabbing both hips and slamming forward one last time as my knot swells thick and sudden, locking us together with a tight, wet stretch that makes her scream. “Youdid this.”
Her orgasm hits like a wave: her pussy gripping me with relentless pulses as she sobs through it, collapsing over the table. Her legs buckle, her whole frame going limp, and I’m right there with her, groaning deep as I come. Thick, hot spurts flood through her, filling her until there’s no room left.
She’s stuffed and still writhing, still clenching around me like her body never wants to let go, and I fold over her back, my chest slick with sweat against hers.
My mouth finds the curve of her shoulder, teeth grazing skin before I bite: not hard, just enough toholdher there.
The scent in the room is unbearable now, of slick, and sex, and we stay like that—locked, shaking, and totally ruined.
Eventually, her breath slows, and she lets out a breathless, stunned little laugh against the table.
“Connor,” she whispers, voice hoarse and wrecked. “We… really did that.”
I nuzzle into her neck, still hard, still stuck.
“Yeah. We really fucking did.”
She lifts her head, cheek still pressed to the vinyl, eyes half-lidded and gleaming.
“You gonna tell Beau?”
I pause, cock twitching inside her, and smirk.
“Eventually,” I murmur, palming her ass again. “But not before round two.”
Chapter Twenty-One
