"Yeah. And you’re gonna feel so tight around this‘cocky’Alpha’s knot, aren’t you?"
I giggle. He’s loosening up. Joking with me.
And then I freeze.
My eyes snap open, and I look at him in alarm.
Hisknot?
I've never had a knot before.
Viper is a big Alpha. Frack, he might be the biggestpersonI’ve ever seen.
I’m not a liar. I can’t proclaim I’ve never thought about how big the beast between his thighs is.
I have. A lot.
It doesn’t help that I remember how thick it felt against my wanting pussy in the hospital and again on the forest floor. It was months ago, but I can still recall the bulb at the base whichthrobbed.
“Wait,” I breathe, but he hushes me with another kiss. His tongue slides into my mouth, deep and steady, mirroring the slow rhythm of his finger moving inside me.
“It’s okay, pretty girl,” he murmurs. “We’ll make it fit.”
It's the'we'that has me relaxing, the idea of us doing this together and trusting each other.
That one word settles something in my chest. My muscles ease.
I nod, letting my forehead fall to his shoulder and give myself over to his care, like I always have.
Viper, my quiet protector. My sweet Alpha. The one who used to make sure I was tucked up safe in my nest each night.
"Fuck yes, just like that. Let your Alpha take care of you."
I smile, a soft, breathy giggle slipping out. I never pictured him as the vocal type during sex, but he’s all groans, mutters, little growled praises that melt right through me.
Then he works a second finger inside me, feeds it in nice and slow, and my laughter turns into a whimper.
“Viper—” I gasp. I'm pinned between the uncompromising oak and the hard expanse of his chest. I’ve never thought being between a rock and a hard place would feel so rut-damn good. “Ah-ah.”
His heartbeat thunders in his chest, the thump, thump, thump of his pulse pounds in my ears and echoes in my own chest.
The heat of his skin, the spice of his scent, everything's pulling tighter, winding me up with each grind of his palm and the plunge of his fingers.
The moans spilling from my lips sound foreign, desperate, like they belong to someone else entirely.
I tip over the edge suddenly and with a yelp of shock.
My pussy clenches down, and head tilts back as I cry out my release.
Viper swallows it, eating at my lips and sipping on my shuddering ecstasy.
"Pretty Omega, coming on my hand like a good girl,” he whispers against my mouth, the corner of his hitching up in prideful satisfaction.
I whimper, and I'm a mess of trembling limbs, panting breathlessly.
He withdraws his fingers, meets my gaze and holds it as he brings those slick-soaked fingers to his mouth. He sucks each one clean, eyes fluttering as he savors the taste.
“So good. Knew you’d taste so fuck’n good.” He sounds almost drunk on it.
