“Oh,” she breathes, her eyes wide with wonder. “Your knot is so big. I can feel it everywhere.”
The sensation of being locked inside her, of feeling her pussy walls flutter around my still-pulsing cock, is indescribable. My hips continue to make small, circular motions, unable to thrust fully but still seeking to maximize her pleasure and mine. Each tiny movement sends aftershocks of pleasure through both our bodies, making her gasp and me groan.
I reach down between us, my hand splaying across her lower abdomen. I can actually feel the slight bulge where my cock and cum distend her belly. The sight of my hand covering that small swell, protecting what might already be the beginning of our child, fills me with primal satisfaction.
“You’re filled up so nicely,” I murmur, a smile tugging at my lips as she blushes. “You’re perfect, Francine. So fucking perfect.”
“Look at that,” says Rowan, and the rest of my brothers let out grunts of approval.
Carefully, I shift our positions, rolling us onto our sides while maintaining the intimate connection of my knot inside her. I don’t want to crush her with my weight. My hand continues to caress her belly as I pepper her face with kisses. I kiss her flushed cheeks, her eyelids, the tip of her nose, and finally, her soft lips.
“Thank you for choosing me,” I whisper against her mouth. “For trusting me with your first time.”
She smiles, her hand coming up to cup my face. “Thank you for making it so good.”
We lie together, locked in this most intimate embrace, as her heat momentarily ebbs, satisfied by the first knot of what will likely be many over the coming days. My brothers have given us some space, backing away from the bed, though they remain in the room, ready to help if needed.
Kieran approaches after several minutes, a damp cloth in his hands. He presses it gently to Francine’s forehead, wiping away the sweat of her exertion. His eyes meet mine over her head, a silent communication passing between us.
Though he wanted to be first, he respects that she chose me. Pack harmony above all.
“We have a nesting room prepared,” he says, his voice carefully neutral as he addresses Francine. “Special for our future omega. It’s more comfortable than this room, designed specifically for an omega in heat.”
Her eyes widen slightly. “A nesting room?”
“It’s equipped with everything you might need during your heat.”
Francine glances at me, then back to Kieran. “That’s... thoughtful. But I feel cozy right here.”
I stroke her hair, understanding her reluctance to move from this first place of connection.
“At least we can go see it,” I suggest. “If you don’t like it, we can come back here.”
She considers for a moment, then nods. “Okay.”
“We don’t have to wait for my knot to go down,” I say. “I can carry you.”
She looks skeptical. “Carry me? While we’re still...”
“Connected?” I finish for her, smiling at her blush. “Yes. I’m strong enough.”
I carefully shift us, moving to the edge of the bed before standing, her legs automatically wrapping around my waist. The change in position pushes my still-knotted cock deeper inside her, making us both gasp. Her arms circle my neck, her body completely surrendered to mine, trusting me to support her.
I carry her from the room, my hands gripping her ass to hold her securely against me.
In the hallway, before we reach the nesting room, I pause, savoring the feeling of her wrapped around me, literally impaled on my cock. Her legs cling to my waist, her ankles crossed behind my back. The position pushes her breasts against my chest, her nipples hard pebbles against my skin.
A wave of protectiveness comes over me.She trusts me.
“You know,” I whisper in her ear, where only she can hear me. “This makes you my girlfriend now.”
“Are you serious?” she says as a small giggle escapes her.
“Dead serious,” I confirm, my eyes holding hers. “I know it’s fast, and I know your heat is making everything more intense. But I already care about you, Francine. And I want more than just this physical connection.”
Her expression softens, a smile spreading across her face—my heart thumps, waiting for her answer.
“Fine,” she says, her fingers playing with the hair on my chest. “You’re my boyfriend then.”
