“What?” Her head snaps up, eyes wide. “You can’t be serious.”
I adjust my grip on her ass, securing her more firmly against me. “I’m an alpha. You weigh like nothing. Unless you don’t trust me not to drop you?”
Her expression is caught between disbelief and amusement. “This is going to be a disaster.”
“Have a little faith,” I tell her, carefully pushing away from the wall. The movement tugs at where we’re connected, making us both gasp. “Okay, maybe a lot of faith.”
I take a tentative step, hyperaware of my knot still fully locked inside her. Every tiny movement sends pulses of sensation through both of us.
“Pierce,” she breathes, burying her face against my neck. “This is ridiculous.”
“Probably,” I agree, taking another careful step toward the hallway.
We don’t make it halfway down the hall before I have to stop, and put her back to the wall as she’s coming again. My knees threaten to give out.
“I’m sorry,” she says around tiny, adorable, desperate little pants. “I can’t help it.”
“Don’t you ever fucking apologize for orgasms, or I’ll…” I break off to do some panting of my own.
“You’ll what?”
I pull back and look at her deadly serious. “Or I’ll make it a competition to see how many times we can make you come in an hour.”
She opens her mouth and then closes it, eyes wide.
“Yeah, I thought so.” I smirk. Then I soften and clear my throat. “This is, you know, okay? Right?”
She nods and blushes. I’m knot-deep in her and she’s blushing. I’m fucking done for.
“And um,” I stutter, but I have to know. “It would be okay if all four of us, you know…”
“What?”
Fuck. I’m blushing now. So, I up the ante.
“I want to put you on Beckett’s knot and suck your clit until you’re screaming my name, but you won’t be able to because it will be full of Liam’s cock.”
A shaky laugh erupts that turns into a moan like she’s going to come from just the thought of us together like that. On purpose, I jiggle her a little until she is coming again, and I’m biting her shoulder to not come and fall down myself.
“I’ll take that as a yes.”
Eventually, I reach my bedroom door and pause, faced with a new logistical challenge. “This might require some maneuvering.”
“You’re the one who insisted on this adventure,” she reminds me, all breathless.
I turn sideways again, angling us through the doorframe, but misjudge the clearance. Ash’s back bumps against the wood with a soft thud.
“Ow.”
“Sorry,” I murmur, but the bump has shifted our position, driving me deeper inside her. We both freeze and ride it out.
The bed seems miles away across the dark room. I take the final few steps and turn. I can squat 200lbs easily, but lowering myself to sit on my bed with an omega on my knot is a new one.
I do my best, but it’s more of a fall than a controlled squat. Ash is coming again, and I finally lose it, coming deep in her with my arms locked around her.
We just lay there and come back to earth together.
“Is it always like this?” she asks softly, her fingers tracing patterns on my chest. “With a scent match?”
