“Luke, I need your knot. Now. Please…”
When he comes up, mouth gleaming with the evidence of my heat, I feel the animal in me awaken in a whole new way. I lean up and kiss him, shoving my tongue in his mouth. I can taste myself, and it’s not as awful as it sounds. I reach for his cock, but he stops me. I whine, worried somehow he’s changed his mind. That he’srejectingme.
His hands find my hips and he pulls me gently as he leans back onto the stone beneath us. The water fountain echoes as the wind blows and the crickets chirp, and I can hear the faintsounds of music from the house, reminding me we’re just a stone’s throw away from the Social.
He pulls me gently, his green eyes finding mine as I realize he wants meon topof him.
I know enough to know alphas usually prefer to be on top. At least, most of the alphas I’ve been with have preferred that, and I was under the impression such a thing was typical alpha behavior, but…
Luke wants me like this, and I can’t deny him—my mate. So I wordlessly straddle his cock, relishing in the ease of which he enters me. I’m already slick from the onslaught of orgasms and his saliva. It’s a slow, perfect entrance, and when I feel the widening of his knot, I brace for it, but like the rest of him, he goes in easy as pie.
He growls as he bottoms out, and I freeze, unable to move because it’s been years since I’ve had a knot and I’ve certainly never had one as thick as Luke. His palm settles on my hip, his voice a soft whisper.
“You are so beautiful right now,” he mutters like a lovestruck lunatic.
My omega preens at his praise. I let out a breath as I get used to the feel of him.
I look down at him, noting the glow in his eyes, but it’s not the color that gets me. It’s the way he’s looking at me.
Like I’m truly a sight to behold, here in this courtyard, my dress up to my thighs, coveting his cock and knot while his pack and family socialize none the wiser.
And that alone instills a confidence in me I thought I’d lost. I bend over carefully, claiming his lips with mine.
“So do you,” I whisper. “You look so pretty beneath me.”
His groan echoes in my chest as he kisses me, thrusting up in tandem with my movement.
His warm palms guide my hips as I establish a slow rhythm. I can faintly make out the strings playing in the background, though I can’t discern the song. But it doesn’t matter.
The only song I want to hear is this man, this alpha, muttering my name when he breaks.
And I will break him, the same way he’s broken me. That I am certain.
Because he’s mine, now and forever.
I kiss him with all that I am as I meet his slow, steady thrusts. My hand settles on his chest, his heartbeat heavy against my palm.
“Claim me then,” he says, his dark voice like smooth silk.
I nearly stop at his words.
He must sense my surprise, because he slides his hands up my hips, underneath my breasts before they find their way to my neck, holding me still, forcing me to look at him.
“But an alpha is supposed to?—”
“Oh, make no mistake, Emily, I will claim you. I will sink my teeth into you and never let go.”
His words light a fire within me.
“But I want you to mark me first,” he breathes. “Because I promise you, Emily Marie Gardner, you willalwaysbe first. In everything I am and everything I do.”
His eyes glisten with shifting energy, and I see the faint grimace in his expression. His cock throbs inside of me and I just… know.
Call it instinct, call it a bond.
I know he’s close, and though I have a desire to punish him because he’s made me wait I also know how badly he needs this—how badly he needs me.
To accept this bond between us. To make him mine the same way he will do for me. And that reality wins out over petulance.
