He plunges his tongue into my mouth, strokes it against mine until I’m whining. He kisses me like we’ve kissed a thousand times before, like he knows just how to make me moan.
And after I moan, he makes me scream.
He drives his thigh between mine, kissing me, teasing my nipples into taut peaks as I rock against him, covering him in my scent, my slick.
“Fuck,” he grunts. “You’re exquisite. Perfect.”
“Yours,” I breathe as I come apart.
He thrusts two fingers into my spasming cunt, dragging his knuckles against my estrus gland, against the spot where I most need his knot. He stretches me with deep plunges of his fingers and when he adds a third, I come off the soft mattress of my nest, screaming from the ecstasy of his touch.
“Need you,” I pant. “Please, alpha.”
He lets out a low growl of appreciation and lines himself up with my entrance and slowly, he pushes inside of me.
And oh, the stretch is so sweet. I throw my head back, writhing against him as he drives deeper, inch by torturous, exquisite inch. When he’s fully seated inside me, his knot just starting to swell at my entrance, he lets out a shuddering sigh and stares down into my eyes.
He ducks his head low enough to capture my lips in a kiss, nuzzles my nose with his, and then draws out just as slowly as he entered me. When only the crown of his cock remains inside me, he thrusts into me, a hard deliberate stroke that has me keening, that has me wrapping my legs around his slim hips and thrusting my hips up to meet each slick slide of his cock into my sex.
We move together like we were made to.
Like we were inevitable.
He takes me to the peak of my pleasure with long, slow strokes, driving deliberately into my cunt in a way that makes me scream, that makes me senseless. His knot stretches my opening with each thrust but it’s not enough.
“Need your knot, alpha,” I beg.
“Need you slicker, my darling,” he says, but he’s grinning when he thumbs my clit, tracing circles over the bud as the snap of his hips quickens, as he drives me higher and higher. I come apart with a throaty moan, pulling him over the precipice with me. He thrusts twice, three times, and peaks, hot, thick cum coating my insides, mixing with my slick.
“Ready for me, love?” he pants, his voice strained, needing to be clasped within me just as much as I need him.
At my desperate nod, he eases forward, stretching me until I think for certain his knot won’t fit. I wince and then… then it’s done, and his knot is locked inside me.
And it’s too much. The pressure, the fullness, all too great to bear.
“Shh, I’ve got you.” He steals a sweet kiss before his thumb finds my clit and his other hand my aching breast. He massages my clit until there’s nothing left but pure, white-hot pleasure, until we fit like we’re made to. He rolls us until I’m straddling him and draws his hands down my body until they rest on my thighs.
“Rock, omega,” he says, and I whimper, slick flooding from me at the soft-spoken demand. Not an alpha command I would be compelled to obey, but an order between lovers that makes me moan.
Fuck, the stretch of him is perfect, and when I rock against him, his knot grinds against my estrus gland, his pelvis against my clit. I cry out, an endless string of nonsense pleas as I move, as I find my pleasure over and over until finally, I find my satisfaction.
He cuddles me close, and we breathe each other in, our chests heaving, dizzy with our pleasure. And saints, in this moment, I want his bite. I want his vow.
I want his love.
And as he strokes my hair, as he presses kisses to my forehead, my nose, each of my cheeks and then my lips, I realize I have his love. All of it. We stay like that, locked together by more than just his knot, and this, this was what I needed.
What I yearned for.
* * *
“You can do this,”Ian tells Luca. “And if you go into rut, Simon or I will stun the shit out of you.”
I squawk out an indignant protest as Luca thrusts inside me. If they stun him while he’s knotted inside me, I’ll… do absolutely nothing because I’ll have the deadweight of an alpha on me and his cock knotted inside of me.
I let out a desperate mewl, so ready to take my alpha’s knot, so ready to feel those amazing piercings grinding inside me when he’s knotted me.
Ian reaches down and thumbs my clit and just his touch as Luca drives into me is enough to send me over the edge once more.
