I circle my hips, pressing forward. She moans, low and guttural, my knot pushing further in, her pussy expanding to take me. I bite the inside of my cheek to keep from coming too soon—I want every drop of cum inside her. I taste the tang of blood and Iris bares down, the last of my knot slipping into her tight heat.
“Fuck,” we both groan. I messily find her lips in our first kiss, tongues searching, tasting, and sucking, our bodies connecting in all the ways they possibly can. She opens her mouth to me wider as my knot swells to its full size, pushing and rubbing until we both feel it lock behind her pubic bone, like the sea meeting the sky at the horizon—inevitable.
Iris cries in pure pleasure, body seizing. I pull back and nearly roar as I come. My vision turns white instead of black, fireworks exploding behind my eyes as my balls drain into her. My knot keeping every drop of my spend locked inside her incredible pussy.
Her inner muscles milk me, her thighs shaking around me with her own orgasm. I move one of my hands between us, rubbing her clit, once, twice, before she’s coming again. The tight squeeze of her sucking more cum from my body.
I reward her by fucking into her as deep as I can while locked together, moving my hips and dragging out both of our pleasure. My Alpha is more than satisfied with how she screams my name, and how her hands attempt to drag me fully back on top of her as my knot pulses, cock and knot hitting all the right places that make her see stars.
“Jett,” she pants.
“You need to come on my knot again, star?”
She nods, hips swiveling.
“Insatiable, Omega.” I chuckle.
I press our chests together and pull out as much as I can, knot tugging but unable to slip free. She screams at the sensation and I bite her lower lip, being careful not to break skin and thrust back inside her hard enough her body jiggles beneath me. I do that once—twice—and on the third time she comes again, wailing and muttering curses under her breath.
I know before I finish emptying inside her that her body is finally sated, the heat wave over for now. My cock is spent, and I already feel my knot loosening, but it won’t completely go down until her instincts allow her to release me.
I seek out Iris’s gaze, only to find her hardly awake, a sleepy, satisfied smile on her freckled face, the scent of strawberry and lemon swirling together in the air.
Gods, how in the world did we get lucky enough to find her? The buzz in my bond says my pack is thinking the exact same thing.
“Jett,” Iris says quietly. Heavy eyes barely fluttering open.
“What is it, star?”
“What’s your favorite color?”
My brows lift at the randomness of the question, but I answer easily. “Ocean blue.”
“Like your eyes.” She smiles wider as her eyelids fall closed. “Mine is purple.”
My heart quickens at her admission. Not only because we chose different colors of purple for her nest before we found her, but because it suits her and her name.
“Like an iris flower,” I hum.
She nods and tries to open her eyes once more to look at me, but I kiss each lid to stop her. “Rest now.” I scent mark her cheek and put my lips to the shell of her ear. “I’ve got you.”
And I’m not letting go.
Chapter thirteen
Mateo
Todayhasbeenanincredible ride. A stressful one at times, but seeing Iris asleep, wrapped around my friend and packmate, sated and happy, I wouldn’t change anything.
Augie runs his hand down my back, leaning his head on my shoulder as the scent of strawberries and lemons lingers around us. It feels good to know my instincts told me she was ours, even before we could scent her and she us, and even better now that she’s in the nest we built for her, helping her through her unexpected heat. I’m not even jealous Jett was the first to knot her, all I feel is content. Like a missing piece of my heart has been found and locked into place.
Jett softly tucks a strand of damp hair behind our sleeping Omega’s ear. She doesn’t stir, being knotted giving her a brief reprieve from the demands of her heat that will only grow the deeper she surrenders to estrous.
“You did good,” Wilder quietly praises from his spot on the other side of the bed.
“Did you just compliment Jett on his knotting skills, compa?” I smirk.
“He did,” Jett mutters. “But that’s nothing new.”
