Pulling his fingers free, he shoves my face back into the pillows, holding me down, gripping my hip again as his cock pulses inside me, my walls quivering around him as I grip his knot like a vice.
I can feel his hot cum filling me up, intensifying my orgasm.
Wave after wave of pleasure consumes me, with the sound of him losing control prolonging my climax.
It’s not until the tremors fade that I finally take in deep breaths. My body is humming, my brain fuzzy.
The sounds of our heavy breathing fills the air. Then a second later, we hear a grunt, followed by a long groan.
“Were you jerking off?” Nick’s gruff, out of breath voice asks.
“Fuck yeah, I did,” Ian pants. “That was hot as hell. You think I was just going to roll over and go to sleep with a raging hard on?” he snorts. “Fuck no.”
“I am,” Will grumbles.
“You could have jacked off too, you know.”
“Next to my brother? No. It’s weird.”
“You're weird,” Ian mutters.
I can’t help but smile into the pillow.
Only these guys would argue like brothers while Nick is still locked inside me.
Nick mutters something under his breath before his arms wrap around me, and he’s moving us until we’re on our sides.
“What are you doing?” I ask as he holds me close, grabbing the blanket and pulling it over us.
“Getting some sleep,” he grunts. “And seeing how your side of the bed is drenched, and I’m locked inside you already, you may as well just stay here,” he mutters. “Get some sleep, Omega. We have a long day tomorrow. And I swear to god, if you fuck with me again tomorrow, what just happened will be nothing compared to what I will do to you.”
Ahh, does he know that what he’s saying doesn’t sound like a punishment?
The light cut off, and everyone says their goodnights.
As I lay here in the warmth of my Alpha’s arms, I smile into the dark because I think Nick is starting to hate me just a little less.
And you know what? I don’t hate it one little bit.
Chapter 4
Nick
The smell of candy cane and chocolate invades my nose, and I groan as my cock stiffens against something warm and soft.
Blinking my eyes open, it takes me a moment to remember where I am. Looking down, I find a sleeping Nova curled up against me, her cheek resting on my chest, head tilted up towards me.
My body stills as I remember what we did last night.
I told myself I was going to try and keep my distance from her this trip because any time I’m in the same room with her, I can’t fucking think.
Wanna know how well that's been going? Not good. Not fucking good at all. What I should have done was drive the van and made Will drive the truck. Yet, every time Will offered to switch, I turned him down because when I’m driving the van, all I can think about is Nova. Is she safe? Is she hungry? Is she comfortable?
Why the fuck do I care so much about such small, stupid things? This Omega has me by the fucking balls and I can’t do shit about it.
I glare down at her sleeping face, hating just how pretty she looks right now. Her lips are parted, soft steady breaths puffing past her pretty pink lips as her long eyelashes fan against her cheek.
I’ve never noticed the freckles she has scattered along the underside of her eye, over her nose and across to the other eye.
