Oh my God, he was getting bigger. I could feel him swelling within me.
Then I realized what I was feeling was his knot.
I rode him, my body on fire, every nerve ending singing along to the harmony we were creating together. It hurt, but it felt good too. He made short thrusts, and I realized that with the size he’d achieved, he couldn’t pull out farther.
Kip gasped. “I’m knotting you, baby. I thought you were tight before, butdamn.” Then his eyes widened. “Fuck, what did you just do? I swear, it just got easier to fill you.”
From somewhere deep in the recesses of my mind, I pulled something I’d been told during all those talks about sex.
An Omega’s body reacts to their Dominant.
I rolled my eyes. “My ass just opened wider because my Dominant is a big boy. Averybig boy.”
He tried to force more of himself into me and I whimpered when he keened and pushed as deep as he could. The knot swelled even more, and I knew we were locked together until he’d dropped his whole load in me.
“Are you ready, Mase?” he ground out.
A full body shudder rippled through me. I knew what was coming.
In answer I tilted my head, exposing my neck to him. He struck fast, fangs slicing through my skin, burying themselves.
I was on overload. His knot locked into my hole, his huge cock probing my ass, and my neck burning from his bite. I screamed as I shot harder than I thought possible. Through it all, Kip held me, mapping my body with clawed hands.
Little by little, the fire receded, my shudders ebbed, and I was in his huge arms, held against him, conscious of his heart beating strongly beneath me, my own heartbeat slowly returning to normal.
“Love you,” I murmured.
“Love you too.”
So what if we no longer had a home? The danger was past, Jerome wasn’t a threat anymore, and our life together lay before us, a road I couldn’t wait to travel along.
With Kip.
Then I remembered.
That road had just gotten a lot longer.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Mason
Life settledinto a rhythm after that.
Our money worries hadn’t abated, and I was trying hard not to panic. Living in the motel wasn’t ideal, but it would have to do. We’d heard nothing about Jerome, and as far as I was concerned, no news was good news.
I didn’t want to think about him.
My days followed a comfortable pattern. Kip would leave for work, and then I’d be outside, tending the garden bits that hadn’t been burned, trying not to cry when I looked at the shell of our house. Dr. Briggs said she thought I should stay away from the place, but I needed my garden. It was the one place I felt normal.
Kip agreed with her. He wanted me to sit with our parents, but I hated the idea of feeling weak, especially now. If I was going to regain some control of my life, it had to be in the place where everything spiraled out of control. And although they thought I didn’t know, I was aware that John had guards watching me. I’m sure it was because Kip asked.
And speaking of my man... After he got off work, Kipwould come by, pick me up, and take me to the hotel where he’d spend time talking with me about my feelings. The minute we got through the door of the hotel room, there was always a ‘welcome home’ blow job waiting for him. I’d prepare the dinner, and the rest of the evening belonged to the two of us: watching TV, fucking, cuddling…
Life didn’t get any sweeter.
I glanced at the clock. It was a little after three, which meant Kip would be home anytime soon. Sure enough, the front door opened, and Kip entered?—
Wearing a black suit, and looking absolutely edible.
