“No.” I’m sobbing, shaking my head. “Not enough. Need more. Need...”
“Tell me.”
“I need a knot.” The words tear out of me, raw and desperate. “Please, Milo. I need to be full. I need to be locked. I’m so empty it hurts, please, please?—”
He looks at me for a long moment. Then at Ben and Elijah.
“I’ve got this,” he says quietly. “You two—stay close. She might need you after.”
Then I’m reaching for him, and the pain is still tearing me apart but finally, finally, help is coming.
“Remember what we talked about,” he says, positioning himself between my thighs. “I’m going to give you what you need. But I’m not going to bite you. No matter what.”
I’m crying, pulling at him. “Just please. Please make it stop.”
“I will.” He leans down, kisses my forehead with a tenderness that makes my chest ache even through the pain. “I’ve got you, Tessa.”
And then he pushes inside me.
Chapter 15
Milo
Ipush inside her and nearly black out.
She’s tight, impossibly tight, and so wet I slide in to the hilt in one smooth thrust. Her pussy clamps down on me like a vice, pulling me deeper, and the sound she makes, this broken, relieved sob, goes straight to my cock.
“Milo.” She’s crying. Actually crying. “Oh god, yes.”
“I know.” I hold still, giving her a second to adjust, even though every instinct is screaming at me to move. “I’ve got you, sweetheart. Just breathe.”
She’s shaking beneath me. Her hands are fisted in the blankets, her back arched, her thighs spread wide to take me. The candlelight plays across her skin, catching the sheen of sweat, the flush that spreads from her cheeks down to her breasts. She’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
And I’m terrified I’m going to ruin this.
I’ve been with omegas before. Casual hook-ups, nothing serious. But never during a heat. Never like this.
This is Tessa. The omega I’ve been dreaming about for years. The woman I’m pretty sure I’m in love with.
And right now, buried inside her, I’m not sure I can control anything.
“Move,” she begs. “Please, Milo. I need you to move.”
I pull back slowly, watching her face, watching the way her expression shifts from desperate to blissed. Her pussy grips me the whole way, like she can’t bear to let me go. When I thrust back in, she moans, loud and shameless, and her inner walls squeeze me so tight I see stars.
“Fuck.” The word escapes before I can stop it. “Tessa. You feel incredible.”
“So do you.” Her hands find my shoulders, nails digging in. “So full. Finally full.”
“Yeah?” I pull out and thrust back in, harder this time. “This what you needed? My cock filling up this needy little pussy?”
“Yes.” She’s rocking her hips, trying to get more friction. “Please. Harder.”
I give her what she wants.
The pace I set is brutal. Deep, hard thrusts that make her cry out with every stroke. The nest is filled with the obscene sounds of sex: the wet slap of our bodies, her moans, my grunts, the creak of the bed frame beneath us. I can smell her slick, rich and sweet, mixing with my own arousal until the air is thick with it.
“That’s it,” I tell her, angling my hips to hit that spot inside her. “Take it. Take everything I’m giving you.”
