She’s not looking for a conversation, she’s got things she needs to say. She picks up both my hands and presses them to her heart. “But in here I knew you were mine. I was so scared you’d be disapp…”
Simona stops talking and shakes her head. Effectively cutting off the direction her thoughts were going. Before she restarts, I get the coyest smile from her, because she knows I know what she was trying to say. “See, that’s just it. I knew after a few seconds that if I had a last wish in this world, it would be to be yours.”
“Strange, I had that same thought.” I run my hands overher, watching her eyes darken. “You were always going to be mine, Sin. We found each other in a whole world of people. Then we did it a second time.”
Her chin dips as she tries to hide another wave of discomfort from her heat, but I tip her face up to mine. “How about we make it so we never lose each other?”
Looking through her eyelashes, I get all the confirmation needed—she’s doing exactly what she wants. In case I was stupid though, she rises up, reaches down between us and wraps her fingers around my cock.
Leaning down she kisses me with a hunger that makes my own need for her multiply. Her hand works me slowly. I want to tell her there’s no need, I’m so fucking hard I think I’m going to blow, but at the same time, her touch is incredible.
She goes on to ruin me forever, sinking her sweet pussy down. Not stopping until we’re as close as can be without us knotting.
“Sin, I wish I could…” I try to speak but she kisses me, all tongue.
And then she stops playing around and gets almost violent in her shimmying.
“Rye,” she growls when she can’t get us to work.
My hands grab onto her hips, and I thrust up while I pull her down. We come together and it’s so fucking sweet how perfectly she fits on my knot.
This time when she cries out, it’s not because she’s about to burst into tears.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she pants into my mouth. “God, I can feel you.”
I clamp my hands on her waist, pumping harder and faster, before I sit up and she sinks further down.
She takes it all. With her eyes wide open, she doesn’t hold back, letting me see everything as she feels it. I watch her come, and like her, it’s breathtaking.
“Sin, you’re so tight and full of Hendrix’s come. Baby, it’s incredible.” I grunt when she presses her mouth to my ear, her whimpering, groaning and heaving breaths like a ballad written for me.
“Come. Come with me,” she pleads.
My arms band around her, her feet wrap around my waist. There’s no space between us, nowhere to hide, it’s just two people fated to find each other finally doing just that.
Her pussy is twisting itself around my knot, milking me. I’ve never felt anything like it. And I’m pretty sure I’ve never come as hard before either.
The pleasure she pulls from me is both indescribable and powerful. Exactly like she is.
We move as one, mirroring each other exactly, and together we bite to claim.
Rolling her, we chase our pleasure together, as one. Our bond flickers into existence, pulling the others in, and instantly it’s hard to fathom she was never there.
My mouth is on hers, her tongue dancing with mine and we fuck hard and fast. Our bodies are slapping together, but Simona stops. Like comes to a dead halt when she hears Dominic moaning.
She grips my face. “More, Rye. Please, I want more of you.” She speaks in that soft voice of hers. And I swear now that we’re bonded, I hear her words, but I can also feel them.
As she wraps her body around mine, I move us next to Hendrix and Dominic. Like us, they’re intertwined and moving as one. Splayed over the blanket like a tasty dish, Dominic is under Hendrix, the both of them giving and taking head.
There’s an urgency to their loving, and I know it’s her. It’s her magical touch. Somehow, she makes everything more intense. I suspect it’s the desire to make sure our Omega is happy.
Simona’s eyes are as big as saucers as she shamelessly watches. But there’s nothing sinister or evil, just two men expressing their love for each other after their Omega wound them up so tight they need a release.
When they move, she does. I don’t think she realises it, but then I don’t think she realises she’s moving into the next stage of her heat either.
Sin is deep in her heat now. Wavering between slices of awareness and complete oblivion—focussed only on being knotted, being fucked, or giving head. Experiencing our first heat with her as our Omega has been eye-opening, to say the least.
We’ve knotted her from one side of her nest to the other. On each other, against the walls, on a pile of pillows, on nothing but the floor. It literally doesn’t matter what she wants and how she wants it, she gets it.
