“More than that.” I rocked my hips against her, trying to keep my wits about me. “You’re a phantom haunting every breath, and I think I might suffocate if I didn’t have you with me now. Tell me you’ll have no regrets.”
“Zeroregrets.” She threw me a saucy smirk, and that was signal enough—let alone her words—to fuck deep into her cunt. She let out a precious little squeak as our hips met.
God, she felt utterly magnificent. Another growl tore free, and I yanked her closer, beginning a punishing rhythm. I needed to be knot-deep when I sank my teeth into her.
I prided myself on my control, but Clover had shattered any illusion on who held the power here.
“Parker! Fuck, I forgot how good that piercing feels.” Clover’s nails dug into my arms where I braced on either side of her. It was euphoric, the frenzy of alpha and omega becoming one overtaking me as I fucked my sweet omega like the deity she was.
We moved as one, back and forth, giving and receiving, chasing the release barreling toward us. The squeak of the desk skidding across the floor mingled with the incredible sounds Clover sang out in appreciation. More rumbles and growls and delirious groans melted from me; the feeling of Clover’s pussy sliding over my cock was so damn good.
“Knot me, Parker.” Clover whimpered. “Do it. Fuck, oh god…do it now.”
As she looked over her shoulder, our stares locking, I said, “You’re all mine right now, trouble. All fucking mine.”
I thrust in, losing myself to the way Clover shuddered and stretched around my rapidly swelling knot.
“Fuuuuck.” I breathed hard, my omega pulsing around me, her climax wringing my shaft, demanding I fall apart with her. I was damn close.
I rested my teeth on the curve of her shoulder. “Still no regrets?”
“Parker, for fuck’s sake. Bite me. Prove you want to keep me.”
I laid my claim on her skin, and ecstasy rebounded, the hum of the bond flaring brightly to life. I shot my release into her sweet cunt as she came again, her incredible body pulling every drop out of me, as hungry and desperate as I was.
Clover melted into me when I wrapped my arms around her, letting us ride the waves of pleasure together until we could finally catch our breath. Clover looked utterly gorgeous like this, all mussed and freshly fucked, and I marveled at her as she purred, her skin glowing.
I wanted to stay right here forever.
Forever wasn’t quite possible, but I’d at least get until my knot went down. I dragged her onto my lap and sank back into my desk chair with her cradled close.
“Shirt off,” she demanded, already tugging at her dress.
I shucked my shirt and tossed it overhead before helping her, my omega purring up a storm when she got to have more skin-to-skin contact with me.
I teased her slowly for the simple pleasure of making her squirm.
Clover’s nipples peaked behind her bra cups, and I growled low in my throat, marveling at the swell of her pregnant belly.
“I wasn’t expecting to do that when I came in here,” Clover whispered.
“Me either. I thought you came in to yell at me.”
Chuckling, Clover trailed her fingers over the back of my head to rest gently against my neck. “Well, I was going to yell, but notatyou—more like because of you.”
We both laughed softly at that, and I rested my temple against Clover’s head. “I most definitely prefer this type of yelling.”
“I think a good mix of the two is in our future.”
My pack trampled into my office. I felt the vague brush of their emotions—mostly concern, amusement, and shock—in the shared bond. Clover was brighter in there, a glowing ball of warmth and contentment.
“Holy shit.” Avery laughed. “Welcome to the bond, I guess? How the fuck did that happen?”
Logan swept over and dropped to his knees to get eye level with Clover. She was purring away as she tugged him in for a gentle kiss.
“You’re okay?” he asked softly.
“More than.”
