I close my eyes and lose myself to the meeting of our mouths.
I want to savor this moment, but I’m already dangerously close to the edge. I grit my teeth and keep my thrusts rhythmic, aiming for her G-spot as I ensure my stomach brushes her clit.
Charlotte freezes, forgetting to kiss me back as she clamps down on my shaft. Her face twists in pleasure as she wrings my cock.
“That’s it, dirty girl, come all over me so I can make a mess of you.” I growl, doing everything I can to hold out. She moans, her tits bouncing as she uses her feet on my ass to work over me even more violently. My knot brushes her lower lips, but I don’tlet the appendage slip inside her. “Such a greedy omega. Sorry, sweetheart. You can’t have my knot yet.”
I wait until she stops jolting. Yanking free of her pussy, I tug her up with me and give her a quick kiss before helping her stand with her feet on the floor.
“Whoa,” she whispers.
She’s wobbly, so I keep my hands on her hips as I spin her to face the table and lift her.
“Sorry, beautiful. I’ve got you.”
Her pussy hangs just over the edge, and I line up with her opening once more. Fisting her hair, I plunge inside her from behind.
“Patrick, holy shit,” she chokes out, tucking her feet back around my legs.
“Yeah, I know. Hands around the edge of the table,” I growl, shaking my head to try to force the fog away. It doesn’t help. “This is about to get rough.”
Every snap of my hips against her ass produces a wet sound. I keep her up at just enough of an angle that I have an excellent view of her tits bouncing with each rabid thrust as I watch from over her shoulder. My cock aches, but my knot is so blown that it’s physically painful.
“Harder,” she says, her head falling forward. “Use me. Fuck me harder…” The rest comes out incoherent, but I give her what she asked for, slamming my crown so deep that I hit the bottom of her pussy.
“Fuck, sweetheart. Is this what you want? You want me lost to the fog, fucking you like a rabid alpha?” I pull her up a little with my hold in her hair and slide my hand from her hip around to tease her nipple. Her tit is so firm in my hand, and her walls are like a vise. “You like knowing I’m using your tight little cunt to get myself off?”
“Oh, shit.” Charlotte shivers, curling toward the table, but I flatten my hand on her sternum, yanking her up once more.
“Be my good girl. Stay with me. This isn’t going to take long.” Framing her back, I pull her hair out of the way and rake my teeth down her neck where it meets her spine.
She loses it, gushing around my length.
I’m not far behind her as my shaft swells.
“Jesus Christ. Hopefully you’re ready for me,” I growl. Bucking a little too violently, my knot slips inside her hole. “I’m about to paint your bruised little cervix with every drop of my cum. Soak it up, sweetheart. Let me breed you.”
Well, there goes the crazy talk.
There’s already so much pressure, and my knot hasn’t even fully swelled to lock in place.
I nip and suck on her neck at the base of her skull as my cock jolts, and I just keep coming.
Her hand flattens over mine on her sternum, and she begs mindlessly for me to bite her.
I’m sure if I were more coherent that I would stop and ask if she’s sure. Instead, I bury my teeth at the nape of her neck like an animal holding down its mate. It wouldn’t have been my first choice for a bite location, but I do love that I’ll be able to see it every time I hit it from the back.
Her scent floods my mind as she accepts the bond, and I exhale in pure relief. She could have denied the connection, and I never would have been able to try again.
That would have broken me.
I lick over the bite as I retract my teeth, and her pleasure spills into the bond. It sends my arousal skyrocketing, and the fog hits mehard.
Chapter Thirty-One
Cormac
Murdering my brother on Christmas would be frowned upon. It’s not like I could actually go through with it, anyway.
