“Do you like this baby?” I ask, watching her breasts bounce with each thrust, the perfect swells topped with tight pink nipples that beg for attention. I lean forward to capture one in my mouth, sucking hard as I continue to pound into her.
She cries out, her pussy clenching around my pulsating cock.
Her walls grip me perfectly, massaging every ridge and vein as I thrust.
The base of my cock begins to tingle, the first sign that my knot is preparing to form. My balls draw tight against my body, heavy with the seed I’m about to deposit deep inside her.
“I’m going to knot you,” I warn, my pace becoming erratic as I chase my release. “Fill this perfect pussy with my cum. Would you like that, Francine? Want me to pump you full?”
“Yes!” she cries, her nails digging into my skin as she holds on. “Please, Drake, knot me. Fill me up!”
Her words trigger something primal in me. I slam into her with renewed force, feeling my knot beginning to swell. Her entrance stretches around the growing bulge, each thrust becoming more difficult as my knot expands.
“Take it,” I growl, pushing harder. “Take my knot, omega.”
With one final, powerful thrust, my knot pops past her entrance, locking us together. The sensation of her tight pussy squeezing around my knot is enough to send me over the edge. My orgasm crashes through me with devastating force, my back arching as I empty myself inside her.
“Fuck!” I roar as my cock pulses, shooting jet after jet of hot cum directly against her cervix.
My entire body shakes with the intensity of my release, wave after wave of pleasure washing over me as I continue to pump my seed into her.
My cum feels endless, my balls emptying as I fill her womb to overflowing.
Francine comes as I knot her, her body convulsing around me, her inner walls milking every last drop from my cock. Her face is transcendent in pleasure, her mouth open in a silent scream as the orgasm tears through her.
“So good,” she gasps as the aftershocks ripple through her.
I roll us onto our sides, careful not to dislodge my knot or disrupt Kieran, who’s still lavishing attention on her ass. In this position, I can hold her close, can press kisses to her flushed face as we wait for my knot to deflate.
“You’re amazing,” I murmur against her hair, inhaling her scent deeply. “So fucking perfect for us, Francine.”
She smiles tiredly, her eyes already drooping as the intensity of her heat temporarily ebbs, satisfied by her second alpha knot. My hand moves to her lower belly, feeling the slight swell where my cock pushes out.
“Rest now,” I whisper, stroking her hair. “I’ve got you.”
Twenty-Two
ROWAN
The very next morning,the water is steamy as I test it with my fingertips, making sure it’s hot enough to soothe Francine’s muscles but not too hot because of her heat.
Rose petals float on the surface of the bubbly water, filling the bathroom with their delicate scent. It’s strange how deeply I want to care for her, this omega who’s been in our lives for such a short time. My chest feels tight every time I think about her.
It’s like something dormant has awakened inside me.
I add a few drops of lavender oil to the water, watching as they spread across the surface in iridescent patterns. The marble bathroom gleams in the soft lighting, candles flickering along the edges of the massive sunken tub.
Everything has to be perfect for her.
She deserves nothing less after what her body is going through. She deserves the world.
Having an omega in our home changes everything. The energy feels different, warmer, more balanced.
But despite the rightness of it all, worry gnaws at the edges of my thoughts. Kieran’s resistance to accepting her still lingers in my mind. True, he’s allowed this heat sharing, even participated in it, but there’s a significant difference between helping anomega through heat and officially accepting her as pack omega. If he changes his mind when her heat ends, and decides she should leave after all…
I shake my head, trying to dislodge the thought.
That would destroy her, especially after what’s happened between all of us. And it would fracture our pack. Drake would leave, as he threatened. Elias would withdraw further into his strict shell. And I...I don’t know what I would do, but the thought of returning to our cold, omega-less existence makes my wolf whine in distress.
