Rolling my hips, I slide my aching length through the slickness of her pussy’s lips, coating myself in the undeniable proof of her arousal before pressing the thick crown of my cock against her entrance. Noa’s mouth opens again, as if she’s going to ask for something I already intend to give, but the half-formed words never make it out. They’re punched out of her, along with every ounce of air in her lungs, when I split her open in one unforgiving and brutal stroke.
I give her every inch of me but my knot, sinking in her channel with a primal kind of groan.
Noa shrieks like it’s too much even when her body tells a different story, her muscles clamping tight, desperately trying to pull me deeper. She finally manages to draw in another lungful of air, her hips tilting and searching out more friction, and the moan that climbs up her throat is nearly obscene.
“Is this what you need, sweet one?” I punctuate the question by pulling back an inch or two, before slamming back inside. “My cock buried so deep inside you that it chases away the ache?”
“Yes, yes, yes,” she all but chants, her fingers clawing at the bedspread beneath her.
My hands stay firm on her shins as I fuck into her hard and relentlessly. Driving into the tight, slick heat like restraint has slipped its leash. Noa takes everything I give her and still begs for more, her hips thrusting as much as they can while suspended in the air, desperate for anything else I might be able to offer.
Her muscles clamp down on me with every slow withdrawal, turning each one into a drawn-out, maddening drag. When I thrust back in, she opens for me, accepting my thick cock eagerly. Each forward drive pulls my heavy balls tight to my body, the base of my cock throbbing as my knot swells a little more with each passing stroke. It won’t fully form until I’m close. Timing matters. Shoving a fully formed knot into an omega can cause pain, even tearing. That’s the last thing I’d ever want to do to my mate.
As if she’s heard where my thoughts are drifting—and fuck, with my charmer mate and her magic, who the hell knows? She actually could have—Noa’s arm wedges between us as far as her limited reach will allow and her hand closes around the base of my cock. She squeezes my knot. My steady rhythm falters entirely and a growl that is more beast than man rips out of my chest.
“I want it,” she half purrs, half slurs.
My thrusting turns shallow, completely disoriented by her sudden request. I’m not sure I understand her meaning correctly, and that’s why I find myself panting out the question, “Want what? What do you want, Noa?”
She doesn’t hesitate. “Your knot,” she clarifies easily. “I want you to give me your knot, alpha.”
Alpha.
Oh, great. So she’s trying to kill me.
The use of my title has the knot in question swelling further and a sharp curse getting trapped behind my teeth. Everything in me wants to oblige her request, but one of us has to think clearly and it’s not going to be here while her heat spike is still raging.
“Baby,” I start, releasing one of her shins so I can reach between us, my hand brushing over hers where she’s still caressing the sensitive, engorged flesh at the base of my dick. “I don’t want to hurt you.” No, I’ve done that enough already for a lifetime. “They say taking your first knot outside of a heat can be rough. More painful,” I try to reason, clinging to the warning even as every instinct urges me to disregard it.
But she doesn’t accept it. She outright rejects my words with a stubborn jerk of her chin.
“No,” she gasps, tilting her hips, chasing even the barest hint of friction now that I’ve gone completely motionless inside her slick heat—my focus now locked on this request of hers instead. She blinks hard, fighting for clarity, and to my surprise, she finds it. “This is just a spike, Ren,” she explains, eyes clearer than they’ve been, but it’s a visible struggle to keep it that way. “And it’s already a fight to stay present. When my actual heat—mysuperheat—hits, I’m going to lose myself completely. I’ll be a mindless, horny mess. I won’t be aware of anything outside of the need burning through me and my desperation for you to ease it.” Her fingers flex on my knot again, pulling a rough grunt from behind my ribs. “When you knot me, I want to beherefor it. Mentally. I want to remember every second of how it feels for my mate to claim me that way. To lock himself in me for thefirst time.” Her voice softens, turning into a pleading murmur. “I don’t want to wait for my heat.
Her reasoning makes sense. It does. And still?—
“Baby…”
“Please, Ren.”
Only moments ago, I thought I didn’t want to hear her beg. But watching her mouth shape that single word—please—does something to me. I cave at an alarming rate. I already knew I was both incapable of denying my mate and unwilling to try, but this is just adding to the pile of evidence.
Her plea finishes me. In a blur of movement no human body could ever manage, I pull free of her slick heat, drop her legs, then slide an arm beneath her back and lift her, shifting her higher up the bed. She barely as time to breathe before I’m forcing her thighs apart again, lining myself up and settling over her.
We’re face to face, breaths tangling. Noa surges up to meet me, mouth claiming mine, tongue demanding entry. I give it gladly, licking into her as my hand slides between us to guide my cock back home. Noa break the kiss with a breathless sound, head tipping back, throat exposed like an offering as I thrust into her again.
I don’t ease her back into it. I fall back into that same deep, merciless rhythm, pressing myself fully into her, the tip of my cock brushing her cervix with each drive forward. Her arms come up around my neck, holding herself to me as she buries her face against my throat, breath hot and shuddering against my skin. Each pant is timed to the way I spear her open again and again.
Every time I’ve taken her since that first night in her nest, I’ve held myself back from reaching this point. The fear of pushing her too far, of losing control and giving her my knotbefore she’s ready, of hurting her because I couldn’t stop myself from taking those last few inches keeping me in check.
But not this time.
This time, I don’t cling to that same restraint.
I wait for her to start cresting that rise of pleasure, for the change in her breathing, for the way her innermost muscles flutter and clamp around me, before I finally let go.
Bracing myself on one arm, I reach between us, the pads of two fingers finding her clit. I press down hard, circling the swollen, oversensitive bundle of nerves. It’s exactly what she needs to tip her over the edge, to be swallowed whole by the soul-consuming rush of her orgasm.
She breaks apart beneath me, body shaking, cries torn lose and echoing in the still air of the motel room. Only then do I thrust deeper into her slick, soaked cunt.
