My other hand slides up her body, stroking the spot on her neck where a soft bruise is forming.
She moans as my thumb presses against both tender spots in tandem.
“Show me how good of an Omega you can be for me. Come on your Alpha’s knot,” I tell her.
Shiloh looks at me like I’m not real, like those words mean more to her than I understand. Her cunt clenches around my knot and pathetic whimpers fall out of my mouth as my hips snap, giving her every last inch I have.
Her head falls back as she moans out her pleasure, her nails digging into my skin as my knot swells and I come with a loud rasp.
I look down at where we’re connected, loving where I have her stretched around me, before nearly collapsing on top of her and holding her tightly.
“Don’t crush her,” Cole says, and my head snaps up.
When the fuck did he come back into the room?
“She’s fine. Aren’t you, princess?” I ask, pushing back her hair. My palm nearly takes up her whole face.
She nods her head. Her eyes are heavy with sleep and pleasure. I move my thigh and we both moan with the shift of my knot inside of her, and I do it again. It’s nearly too much, but I don’t care.
“Think you can give me one more before you get some sleep?” I ask.
She bites her lip, but looks at me like she trusts me.
I spread her pussy lips with two fingers and use the other to play with her clit while my knot is still swollen.
This time I watch her face, taking in every moment of ecstasy. It’s heady and I decide right then and there.
I’m keeping her. She doesn’t have a choice.
Like she can hear my thoughts, she orgasms. I smile, shifting back on the bed and clutching her close.
There’s no way I’m alone feeling this way, heat fog or not.
Shiloh falls asleep with me inside of her and I think I like the idea of her warming my cock every night with her sweet pussy for the rest of my life.
Chapter 11
Shiloh
My skin feelslike it’s on fire as my eyes crack open and blink at the sleeping Alpha next to me. The one who saved me and protected me on the plane.
He sleeps fitfully, and I don’t like it.
Is he unsure? Is he worried?
I stroke his face, liking how much cooler his skin feels. I press my face against his chest. He automatically cradles the back of my head and I melt against his touch.
He smells like me, just as he should. A perfect mix of lemon and honeysuckle.
Though I need more, so much more.
Sharp cramps are reverberating down my abdomen, and I just want the ache to go away. I’m tired, a complete mess, but none of that matters right now. All that matters is that this feeling goes away.
“Shy?” he says in a groggy voice, pulling back to look at my face.
His eyes are hazy with sleep as his hands roam my body, feeling just how feverish my skin is.
“What do you need, sweetheart?”
