She sits up but slumps, panting, her nipples are hard, jutting out of the perfect globes of her breasts. Her skin slightly red and damp from sweat. She looks like she’s just been fucked but also like she’s ready to be again.
She’s testing my strength and willpower.
I brush her hair quickly while she moans and plait her hair so it’s not twisting and getting caught up around her. When I’m done with that, I grab the yogurt and hold it to her mouth.
“No, no.”
“You need to eat, and then you can have knots,” I coax.
She reluctantly sucks on the pouch, and I watch as she consumes it. When she’s done, I grab the wet cloth I have set up and wash her down quickly and efficiently.
My cock is hard; it hasn’t stopped being hard. The desire to knot her is a constant refrain, but the need to protect and look after her is stronger.
I crawl into bed with her. Devon and Mack are passed out on the other side, so it’s just me and her.
She rolls into me, wrapping an arm around my waist and fitting to me perfectly.
“You did well, Omega, now you can have my knot.”
She purrs and presses her mouth to my chest, sucking hard and leaving a bruise. It pleases me to wear her mark. Even though I’m now thinking about wanting her bonds. I’m greedy, I know, but I can’t imagine letting her out of my sight now. Living life without her really isn’t an option.
“Alpha?”
My eyes snap open, and my lizard brain takes over, rolling her so I’m on top.
“Omega?”
“I need you, please.”
I swear, my soul shudders inside my body with the pleasure that her whispered comment brings.
I grind into her, kissing her breasts. I love her body; I want to worship her body. Every curve is amazing to me; every imperfection just paints a picture of perfection. But I really love her breasts.
With one hand, I grip and tease her nipple, but with the other, I lean down and take it into my mouth, flicking it with my tongue and sucking. Every moan and movement of her body tells me what she likes and if she enjoys it.
Bringing her pleasure has become one of my life missions. Hearing her come is my favourite sound. The taste of her is my favourite flavour.
She spreads her thighs, cradling my hips, and grinds against me.
“You’re mine, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” she murmurs. “Yours. Elijah.”
It’s the first time I’ve heard her recognise us in three days.
“Sofia,” I murmur and kiss her.
I reach between us and stroke her clit before sliding my fingers into her pussy. We’ve fucked in so many ways; she’s been voracious, and so have I. The need to knot her pounds at me, but I want to take it slow. I want to savour this moment.
I watch her every reaction, the smallest flutter of her lashes, the sound of her moans, the way her lips move, and how she frowns a little.
Her body undulates against mine, her slick coating my fingers. I drag them out, circling her clit until she shudders into a release.
I lick her sweat off her chest.
“You did so good.”
I hear Devon sit up and roll us so she’s on me. She wastes no time, reaching down and impaling herself on my cock. I arch half-off the bed, gasping at the hot heat that engulfs my almost too sensitive cock.
