She leans forward, licking from right above my nipple to behind my ear, making me shiver.
“Do you want to take a shower?”
She shakes her head.
“Knots,” she whispers.
“I promise to fuck you in a bed at some point,” I tell her as I sit her down on the countertop and brush her wild hair away from her face. “Fuck, I don’t know how I got so lucky.”
She grabs my waistband, not giving a shit about my revelations, as she tugs them down, springing my cock free.
Her pulse quickens, and as I look at her neck, all I can think about is bonding her and making her mine. But I know if I do, her dad will very likely kill me. I just found my scent match. I can’t afford to die.
“Look at me,” I tell her, taking in her pretty green gaze.
I figure if I stare at her face, it might help with some of this incessant feeling of bonding with her.
“Good girl. You want your Alpha’s knot? You like the way I stretch that sweet little pussy of yours?”
“Mmm,” she says, her eyes half lidded as she spreads her legs wide, showing me her cute little cunt.
“Look at you dripping slick all over the counter,” I tell her.
I want to taste, but the idea of Bram’s cum still inside of her makes my need to fill her with my own even more intense.
I hold her ass with one hand and my cock with another as I slide deep inside of her. I grab the back of her neck gently, making her look at where we’re connected.
“We look perfect together,” I tell her.
She must agree because she doesn’t stop looking at where I’m fucking her, not even for a second. I love that she likes to watch, that she’s so into me. It makes me fuck her harder.
Sloane holds on to my shoulders, and I make sure I don’t fuck her too hard on the counter.
Her peachy summer scent wraps around me, and my cock is covered in her slick and scent.
God, I want her so fucking bad. I bite my bottom lip to just still myself, but all it does is catch her attention.
Her hands slide from my shoulders, her nails raking down my chest, which tingles down my spine.
I thrust hard and push my knot inside of her, and she moans so loud it ricochets on the bathroom walls.
Good, I hope it ruined Bram’s sleep.
She pushes my head against her neck, and I open my mouth. I want to do it so badly. But instead, I suck on her skin, hard enough I know there’ll be a bruise.
She hums in approval.
Thank fuck I took that phone call earlier.
“Such a good Omega for me,” I say, kissing the side of her throat, and I rut into her pussy as my knot swells to its largest size and I spill inside of her.
It calms the feral Alpha part of me that hated seeing her with Bram, and I sigh in relief.
My balls and thighs are covered in her release, and I want to rub it into my skin.
I cup the back of her head, peppering her face with kisses as she sighs contentedly.
When I pull back, she points to a paper attached to the mirror labeled “Sloane’s Skin Care Routine.”
