That’s all it takes.
I shove my pants down, dangling them around my ankles, before I do the same to hers. With one swift motion, her panties are off to the side, and I’m driving into her, hard.
She arches into me like she can’t get enough, and every single one of my thrusts is laced with the sharp edge of desperation. Every broken sound that rips from her throat tears through me fast as fire. She writhes beneath me with the same wild hunger, sobbing my name, her body clinging, claiming, demanding I give her more.
More than I thought I had.
It isn’t polished. It isn’t gentle. It’s feral and frantic. Heat and instinct crashing together after years of want, finally snapping loose. And I don’t give a damn if the whole world sees me burn for her. In this moment, she’s mine. Completely.
Her nails rake down my clothed back, sharp enough to sting through the fabric, and it only spurs me harder. I thrust into her deeper, grinding her down, every movement pulling another wrecked cry from her lips. I toss her legs over my shoulders, opening her up so that the last inch and a half of me can find its way home.
Her eyes burst open, hazy from her oncoming heat, and I feel her slick flooding my balls and dribbling down my thighs. Her mouth is hot against my throat, teeth catching, and she clings so tight it’s like she’s trying to fuse us together. Like she won’t survive unless I’m buried inside her.
“Hayes, oh god…” Her body arches, straining to take me even deeper.
I choke out a curse, snapping my hips faster, chasing the quiver of her walls around me. I’m a Beta—I’m supposed to be steady, supposed to soothe, but all of that’s gone, drowned in the blaze of her heat. What’s left is raw, unrelenting need. Her slick is everywhere, coating me and dripping between us.
“You feel like heaven,” I growl against her ear, my teeth scraping the shell. “So fucking wet for me, beautiful, so goddamn perfect. Take what’s yours. Every fucking inch.”
Her answering whimper fractures into a sob, her nails digging deeper until she’s ripping my shirt over my head, her hips bucking wildly to meet every thrust. I feel her seize around me, tight, pulsing, her whole body bowing beneath mine. The sound she makes when it hits, the ragged, broken cry of my name, shatters every shred of restraint I have left.
“Hayes!”
She comes undone beneath me, convulsing, trembling violently as the heat rips her apart. I pin her down, fucking her through it, refusing to relent as I swallow every desperate cry and she clutches me tight.
I may not have a knot for her. But I have everything else.
I can’t hold back another second. The drag of her release pulls me under, my vision sparking white as I spill inside her, a guttural groan breaking from my chest as I bury myself to the hilt. Her body clenches around me until I can’t tell where she ends and I begin.
For a moment, there’s nothing but the crash of us. Harsh, uneven breaths, her wrecked whimpers, my heart pounding like it might split my ribs.
Then she’s limp and shaking, her face pressed into my neck. I kiss her temple, her body still trembling, still half lost in the wreckage we’ve made.
“I’ve got you,” I whisper, my arms locking tight around her. “I’ve always got you.”
Her fingers curl weakly against my shoulders, holding on. She can’t let go. And even though the room is thick with the scorch of her heat, even though my body’s still reeling from it, I know I’ll keep holding her until it passes.
Even without a knot.
Because the need for a knot is only one part of an Omega’s heat.
And I’m ready to service every other part that I can.
CHAPTER 31
Lo
Ican’t get enough air.
Hayes is still deep inside me, holding me together while my body trembles around him. My chest heaves, my skin damp, and yet the fire raging through me is still insatiable, clawing for more, demanding more. My heat hasn’t broken. It’s only getting worse.
This isn’t a medication failure.
It’s a breakthrough heat.
“Lo…” Hayes whispers against my hair, his body draped over mine as he nuzzles at the crook of my neck. “Talk to me. Say something, sweet girl.”
But even I can hear it in his voice, the strain, the sharp edge of want that’s ripping through his Beta calm. He knows what I know. One bond won’t be enough.
