“I want you,” I murmured.
“You have me, precious,” Ben said.
Okay, direct approach needed. “Umm, no, like I want you,” I said, trailing my hand down his front until I cupped his cock.
Ben made a noise that was a mixture of a strangled choking sound and a growl.
“I don’t want you to think you have to do anything more tonight.”
“I don’t feel like that,” I said. “I want this. I want to feel you inside me.” I finally met his eyes and what I saw there was pure lust.
A beautiful smile spread across his face and his spicy apple scent intensified. I couldn’t help breathing in thick gulps of it.
“I’ve always wanted to fuck in the kitchen. It’s my favorite room in the house, you know,” he said, a mischievous glint in his eye.
“Who am I to deny your fantasy?”
“Precious, you are my fantasy.”
With that, he pulled me off the counter and grasped my hips, turning me around and bending me over the island. I squeaked as the cold marble pressed on my nipples and Ben’s hands squeezed my ass. He ran his hands up and down my back, soothing me for a moment.
“This okay?”
God, it was more than okay. I loved how his body pressed against mine, the feel of his hands on me, and I wanted more.
“Don’t stop.”
“Fuck, you’re goddamn perfect. You’re going to give me what I want, right, beautiful? You’re going to take my cock like a good girl.”
Who knew Ben was such a dirty talker? His cock slid against my slit. I arched my back so he was hitting perfectly against my clit, my slick dripping down my thighs.
“I need you, alpha,” I whined.
“Fuck, how can I say no to that?”
He lined himself up and I moaned as he eased his way into me, pleasure lighting up every nerve ending. His thrusts were slow and smooth as he wrapped one hand around my hip and the other on the back of my neck, pinning me to the counter.
“More,” I whimpered, my omega taking over with her demands. “Harder.”
He swore and leaned his body over mine, his skin hot against my back. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t. I need you.”
Ben snarled and started thrusting harder, his firm grip the only thing keeping me from sliding forward on the island. His knot ground against me, and I whined with pleasure. Every thrust erased my mother’s harsh words and my hatred towards my body. How could I hate my body when it allowed me to feelthis?
I let out a small cry as he continued to slide in and out. With every thrust, his knot pushed against my entrance, igniting my nerve endings. I arched back to meet him, eager for more as he held me secure. On the next thrust, Ben started pushing the base of his knot in me. The stretch was too much and everything I needed. Except I didn’t want to be knotted in the kitchen.
I opened my mouth to tell him to wait, but he had already thrust forward, seating his knot fully inside me. It seemed to inflate even more, the angle making him feel impossibly huge. It was too much, too many sensations. I let out a whimper and tried to shift away, but he curled his body over me and whispered as he placed tender kisses down my spine.
“I’ve got you. Such a good omega taking my knot.”
That was what I needed to transform the overwhelming pressure into pleasure. He rocked against me in small movements, grinding against my clit and slick gland until an intense orgasm rippled through me. I came with a scream as he shouted my name and scraped his teeth against my neck in a promise of the bond mark he wanted to place there.
We both lay pressed over the counter, breathing heavily, until Ben stood up and tried to pull away, putting intense pressure on my core as my sex clenched around his knot.
I squealed. “Stop, stop, stop! What’re you doing?”
There was a long pause. “Fucking shit. We’re locked together.”
