I’d never had performance anxiety, but I goddamn did right now.
I moved between her legs, my heart hammering in my chest. I'd been dreaming of this moment since I first caught her scent. My cock throbbed painfully, desperate for the soaked heat of her pussy.
"Take a breath," I whispered, positioning myself at her entrance. Her wetness coated my tip as I pressed forward, watching her face carefully.
Tessa's eyes widened as I began to push inside. "Oh," she gasped, her fingers digging into my forearms.
"I've got you," I promised, easing in another inch.Fuck, she was tight, squeezing me like a vise."Tell me if it's too much."
She bit her lip, nodding as I continued my slow invasion. When I met resistance, I paused, watching her chest rise and fall with rapid breaths.
"I’m okay," she breathed out, voice cracking. "Keep going."
I sunk the final inches into her with one smooth thrust, burying myself to the hilt. Tessa whimpered, her back arching off the bed. I stayed perfectly still, letting her adjust to my size.
"This is definitely different from a dildo," she breathed, her inner walls fluttering around me.
“I should hope so,” I growled, beginning to slowly pull myself out. At halfway, I pushed inward again. She moaned, slapping her hand over her mouth.
“No, none of that.” Ryder pulled her hand away from her parted lips, his fingers locking around her wrist and keeping it against the bed above her head. Mac took Tessa’s other arm, doing the same.
“Tray, help.” I forced out the two words, knowing he’d understand. The pressure was already building in my cock. Goddammit, I always lasted longer than this, but she felt better than any groupie pussy.
Tray laid down on his side next to Tessa. His hand ventured between us until he found her swollen, pink folds. He slipped between, rubbing firm circles around her clit. She fluttered her lashes.
“Oh… oh, God.” Her voice took on a raspy quality, yet still girlish and so damn sexy.
“Oh, Dixon.” I corrected, wrapping one large hand around her plump breast and giving it a sharp squeeze.
“Fuck, Dixon,” she parroted before moaning so loudly I was sure the neighbors would hear us. That sound was enough to send me over the edge. My knot swelled, locking into her and scorching cum exploded from my dick. I held myself above her with one hand, Tray working her into her own frenzy. She cried out, writhing against the bed, fighting to get her arms free so she could cover her scream. But Mac and Ryder kept her imprisoned.
Mac.
Tessa’s Omega scent was explosive now, amplified by still being in heat and finally knotting with one of her matches. Being around her since that moment in the pack suite that had ended with Tray building an enormous, cozy pillow foot had been a fresh brand of torture. Four Alphas in rut trying to keep it together for an Omega who needed soothing was a recipe for hormonal explosion. We’d all done it though. We’d fucking kept it together, dammit.
Ryder and I released her wrists, she automatically pulled her hands to her chest, crossing them as if she might die of ecstasy.
I watched as Dixon, knot subsided, pulled out of Tessa. He rolled to the side, shuffling far enough away to give the rest of us maneuvering room. When he stopped moving—flat on his back, long legs extended and feet hanging over the mattress edge—his expression melted into one of pure satisfaction. His breathing was heavy, sweat glistening on his pale skin, but he looked happier than he’d looked in years.
My own cock throbbed painfully, waiting for its turn with our Omega. Part of me wished we were able to have some privacy. I wanted to gaze at Tessa without anyone else in the room. But I also knew how important it was that we claimed her this way. As a pack, truly becoming one.
Tessa’s hair fanned out around her, a halo of dark curls. Her cheeks were pinked with pleasure, eyes half-closed, body still trembling from her second release courtesy of Tray’s nimble fingers. I moved closer, eyes sharp as I studied her, needing to make sure she was truly ready for more. I hated that part of me didn’t want to ask, that part of me didn’t care if she could handle my body. I needed her in a painful, heartbreaking way.
"Tessa," I cooed, swiping glistening sweat from her forehead. "Are you okay to continue?"
What if she was too sore? What if her virgin body couldn’t take such an intense introduction into love making? Fuck, I’d explode.
After a heartbeat of rapid blinking, her Grecian blue eyes focused on me.Fuck, they pierced through my soul.
"Yes," she whispered, voice hoarse. "It felt… it feltamazing. I’m notsure how to describe it. My body feels like it’s floating. Please, Mac.More.” That last word was a plead, her tone sensuous and begging.
Her raw need sent heat surging through me. I moved my body over her, placing knees on other side of her slender hips. I leaned to slide my hands under her upper body before gently pulling her into a seated position in front of me. Her breasts pressed against my upper thighs, my dick trailing between them. She looked down at my cock, licked her lips, and then suddenly she was pushing her mouth over my tip, swallowing me up like I wasn’t nine inches of pulsating thickness. She choked a little as she worked her way towards the base, eyes widening and watering. But she was determined. Stubborn Tessa. Beautiful, stubborn Tessa.
I tilted my head back, barely able to focus as she worked me. Licking and sucking and somehow fitting me inside her mouth over and over again. I groaned in satisfaction when my tip hit the back of her throat. The muffled gagging tested my carefully curated exterior, my discipline dissolving.
I pushed one hand into her hair, gripping hold, and pulling her off my cock.
“I’m coming inside of your pussy, Tessa. Not in your mouth.”
