At this angle he was deeper. He felt thicker, and he was relentless. The gentle lover was gone. Now Etienne the alpha had taken over. He fucked me hard, hips snapping against my ass, the slap of skin echoing with every punishing stroke.
And I loved it. Not only the raw power of him, but also the way he took what he needed while giving me everything I didn’t know I craved.
His tongue traced a hot line up my spine, from the base all the way to my nape, and I shuddered violently. He lingered there, teeth grazing the sensitive spot where my neck met my shoulder, the place an alpha marks his omega.
His omega.
A gush of slick rushed out at the thought.
God no. I couldn’t think like that. This was sex. It was necessary to give the pack what they needed. This wasn’t about forever or teeth in my neck.
“I’m going to knot you, Omega,” he whispered against my skin, voice low and feral. “I’m going to fill you up, and lock you to me.”
The words sent a fresh wave of slick gushing out of me, easing the way as the base of his cock began to swell. He ground against me, slow and deliberate, trying to push the knot past my tight entrance. But I’d never been knotted. I was too small, too tight, and too new to this, but every grind stretched me further, the pressure exquisite and overwhelming.
“Oh God, Etienne!” Tears pricked at my eyes from how good it felt. How impossibly good. I sobbed his name again, pushing back against him, desperate for more.
“Please,” I whimpered, voice breaking. “Etienne, please, knot me. I need your knot. I need it so bad.” I’d never had a knot but knew I had to feel it inside me.
He growled, one hand sliding under me to circle my clit, the other pinning my hip in place as he worked himself deeper.
Grind after grind, the knot catching, stretching, until finally it popped inside.
My eyes widened as his knot locked inside me. It was burning white-hot and perfect.
My pussy spasmed as I screamed, coming hard around him. Over and over, my walls fluttered wildlyas his knot kept us locked together and he got deeper and deeper. Until…
“Presley!” Etienne roared as his hips jerked and pulse after pulse of his liquid heat flooded me. I felt claimed in every cell.
I trembled in the aftershocks, tears slipping down my cheeks, but I’d never felt more whole.
We collapsed sideways, still locked together, his arms wrapped around me, lips brushing my shoulder.
“Got you,” he murmured, voice soft again, reverent. “Always got you, Presley.”
Etienne held me and made me feel like I was the only thing that mattered in the entire world as we lay tangled together.
"Are you okay?" he asked quietly.
"I think so."
"No regrets?"
I thought about it. About the arrangement. About the two alphas flying over the Atlantic. About the baby I was supposed to carry and then walk away from.
And for the first time, I didn’t know how I could walk away.
18
Hastings
I'd been staring atthe same paragraph in the merger document for twenty minutes.
The words blurred together on the page. It could have been written in Latin for all the sense they made to me because my mind was thirty thousand feet below us, in a Kensington townhouse with an omega who was going into heat.
Our omega.
I closed the laptop with more force than necessary.
