My Alpha grabs my hips and pulls me with him as he rests back on his heels, before finally pulling out and thrusting inside me again. He starts tentatively, watching my face for how I’m feeling, before his pace picks up and his knot pushes against my entrance.
I can feel my orgasm bubbling up and about to overflow. I knew after everything with Ivan that being with my Alpha is nothing like getting off on my own, but this is next level. Every drag of his cock across the vestibule that aches for his knot is enough to make me cry out.
In the back of my mind, I know that Ivan, Grant, and the flight attendant can most likely hear us, but it feels so good that I can’t bring myself to care.
“Derrick, please. I’m going to… I need to…”
He shakes his head and squeezes my hip tightly. “No, hold it, Omega. You can do that for your Alpha, can’t you?”
I don’t know if I can, but I’m going to try. Because I want to make my Alpha proud of me. I want to hear his praise after we’re done about how obedient I am and how well I listen.
That praise kink snuck right up on me.
When the tension starts to release, I know this wave has left me. He picks his pace back up, this time resting histhumb on my clit and pressing down. He doesn’t rub me, but the weight of his touch is amazing.
“Gonna knot you,” he growls in a low, dangerous tone. “Fuck you and knot you and make you scream for me. Can you do that? Can you take my knot, Omega?”
My panting breaths are transforming into moans. “Please. Please, Alpha, I need it.”
Just when I think I’m going to fall apart, he starts pushing his knot inside me. It’s not fully swollen, but it’s big enough to make entry difficult.
And holy shit, it feels so good. My legs shake, and my pussy clamps down on him.
“Don’t come, honey. Not yet.”
I throw my head back in a frustrated groan. I’m so close. I want to come on his knot, to soak him with my slick, but he won’t let me.
Before I can whine and bitch about it, his knot slots into place, and I can feel it swelling, pressing against me and making me feel so full my eyes cross.
He groans as I thrash underneath him. “Oh fuck. I didn’t know it’d feel like this.”
My Omega nature is smug that I’m the only person he’s knotted.
I’m veering close to the edge, unsure if I can hold back anymore. I want to be good for him, to wait until he tells me to come, but with his knot filling me, I don’t know if I’m going to be able to for much longer.
My Alpha takes pity on me and strokes my clit with his thumb in time with his shallow thrusts. “Come for me, Omega. Come for your Alpha.”
An all-consuming orgasm, made stronger from the two he denied me earlier, whites out my vision. My back bows off the bed, and I pant out his name as the pleasure overfills my body and spills out.
Derrick’s cock jerks inside me, and his knot grows impossibly larger, trapping us together.
He collapses onto the bed, pulling me onto my side so we can face one another. Before I can speak, he takes my mouth with his, twining our lips together lazily. I can feel his contentment swirl in my chest, and next to it are the blissfully happy bonds of my Beta and other Alpha.
Our pack is complete.
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Derrick and Arianaleft the bedroom at the back of the plane shortly before landing. There was no hiding what they were doing in there. We felt it in her bond, and it was impossible to tune out.
Not that I wanted to.
His scent is already changing. I wondered how our bond with Ariana would morph our scents, and I’m pleasantly surprised with the outcome. My pumpkin bread has taken on a zing of citrus, brightening its spice profile. The soft floral notes of Grant’s scent have become more like orange blossoms.
And when Derrick climbs into the ride share next to me, it’s obvious that his pecan pie is now à la mode.
When we get to Ariana’s house, it’s early evening. We place a pizza order, and Derrick heads out to grab it and some of our things from the rental home.
I don’t think we’re going to be staying there.
