“You want what, baby girl?” I skimmed my nose across her collarbone. When she let out a shriek of frustration, I pressed my smile to her skin. “Use your words.” I injected my tone with an edge of alpha bark, compelling her omega to respond.
“I want your knot, Daddy. Please.” Tears streamed down her face, and I couldn’t deny her any longer. I pulled out before thrusting inside her so hard she moved up the mattress. I showed her no mercy as I kept going, no space to breathe or adjust to the sensations. All she needed to do wasfeel.
Her fingers dug into my arms, her nails leaving little crescent marks on my skin as she came again with a scream. I snarled in satisfaction as she rhythmically squeezed my cock. I wanted her to mark me, to imprint herself on my soul.
I lifted her leg toward her chest, opening her up wider as I continued thrusting in and out.
“Daddy,” she whined.
“Shh, baby girl. I know you’re sensitive, but I need another orgasm from you.”
She shook her head, her eyes squeezed shut, her cheeks flushed red. I slapped her thigh, causing her to tighten around me even more.
“That’s it. You can do it. Give me one more.” I unleashed my full alpha bark. “Come for me.”
We came together, my orgasm so fucking intense I almost blacked out. My knot pushed inside her, swelling to its full size and setting off another wave of pleasure for us both. Little whimpers escaped her lips, and I pressed kisses to her nose, cheeks, and forehead.
Once I came back down to reality, I curled my arms around her and rolled us so she was sprawled on top of me, still secured tightly by my knot.
“How are you feeling, baby?”
I waited, heart pounding, for her response.
“So good.” Her words were slurred, her eyes shut, and her breathing slow. She was drunk on endorphins and utterly relaxed, which soothed the tendrils of anxiety in my chest that our scene had been too intense. I barely knew anything about Lucy, and certainly nothing about her sexual experience. But she’d taken it all in stride, showing no fear or anxiety.
“You were perfect,” I murmured. “So damn perfect.”
I ran my fingers through her hair and she let out a soft purr. I froze. I’d never heard an omega purr, let alone purr forme. She tightened her hold, wrapping her arms and legs around my body.
So fucking cute.
I resumed petting her hair, a responding purr rumbling through my chest before I drifted off.
20
Lucy
When I drifted back toconsciousness, my teeth were chattering. I whimpered, confused and disoriented, when arms tightened around me.
“You awake, baby girl?”
King.
My lips parted with a shuddering breath, and I blinked my eyes open to take in an expanse of tan skin. I was draped over the alpha’s chest, and when I shifted, I realized we were still locked together. My ass was tender, my muscles sore, my pussy practically split open on his knot, and I was confident I’d never felt pleasure that even remotely compared to what we’d just done.
His fingers ran through my messy hair, and I leaned in to his touch. “How are you?” His voice was low and soothing.
“Good.”
Or at least, Ishouldbe good. Having sex with King one time had opened my eyes to a world I never believed existed. His dominance, his growls, the pleasure he gave me…I felt transformed. It had been the type of sex I’d dreamed of, that I’d read about in romance books, that I’d craved but never experienced. Sex with my exes had been lackluster, and I’d eventually just resigned myself to believing that’s all there was to it.
Thank god King had proved me wrong. He had been stern and dominant…while also being gentle and attentive. Everything had been perfect, so why did I feel like I was about to crawl out of my skin?
He wrapped a soft blanket around me before slowly sitting up, keeping me firmly on his lap. He peered at me. “Are you feeling a little out of sorts, princess?”
My omega preened at the term of endearment, but the unsettled feeling in my chest persisted.
“I don’t know why.” My voice was hoarse, and King immediately grabbed a bottle of water from the nightstand. He held it to my lips and I didn’t protest as I gulped it down—my arms were limp noodles.
