“Mine,” he murmurs, warm and reverent.
“Yours,” I whisper back. “I don’t want to wait.”
“You sure, killer? We can take the time to prep-”
Court grins at him. “I don’t think that’s going to be necessary, Thay. She’s soaked.”
My cheeks heat even as I smack his bare chest. “Court!”
“What? I didn’t say it’s a bad thing. In fact it’s a very, very good thing, because then I can do-” he shifts his hips in some kind of magic move and a second later the tip of his cock is slipping inside me, “-this,” he finishes sounding pained. “Jesus, Pixie. You feel like heaven.”
“You’re already inside her?” Piers mutters, sounding shocked. “Seriously. It’s our first bloody time with her, Court.”
“Shh,” I hush him, hush them. “This is good. So good. I didn’t want to wait and Court didn’t make me.”
“That’s right, Pix. I’ll always give you everything you need, like a good alpha should.” I might be imagining it, but I swear there’s a bit of chiding in his tone, like he’s reminding the rest of them that it’s their job to give me what I ask for.
“Good,” I murmur, leaning in to take his mouth with a kiss. “Right now I need you to fuck me, knot me and bite me. Can you do that, pretty boy?”
“With too much pleasure, Pixie.” His hips flex and his cock slips a little further inside me. “Fuck, my knot is already swelling, and we haven’t even really gotten started yet.”
“That’s okay. I want you as deep in me as you can get,” I tell him rocking faster, bringing us both higher and higher.
“That’s it, omega,” Forsythe encourages me. “Take your alpha. Take everything he has to give you. Look at you so pretty on his cock.”
“Fuck, mate,” Court groans. “Stop talking dirty to her. It's gonna make me blow too soon.” Then his brow wrinkles. “Wait. Is that your plan?”
Forsythe shrugs, bare chest shifting as he does. “Its’ notnotmy plan. The sooner you finish the sooner the rest of us can claim her too. Now, fuck our girl good, Court, make her cum all over you cock and knot.”
“Jesus, you're an arsehole,” Court says, even as he follows the command snapping his hips up into mine, meeting me thrust for thrust as I whine. He drags me down to his mouth, taking me in a filthy kiss that’s almost enough to make me come right there.
“Ready, Pix?” Court asks, cupping the back of my head, cradling it like I’m precious.
“Yes,” I gasp against his mouth. “Please, pretty boy. Make me yours.”
Hands hold me steady, on my hips, helping me to bear down as Court thrusts up, his knot pressing and stretching my entrance, before it pops in and locks in place.
And oh-
Oh!
God.
My vision whites out as pleasure overwhelms me. An orgasm like I’ve never felt before swamping everything else and Court calls out my name, cum painting my insides. A second stronger orgasm hits when my alpha lunges forward, eyes wild but intent and sinks his teeth into the curve where my shoulder meets my neck.
The first kernel of a connection between us blooms behind my ribs, warm and bright and unmistakably my pretty boy.
My eyes sting as he tenderly laps at the bite, then laces his fingers into my hair to guide me to his own neck. Not even questioning if that’s where I want my mark. Of course it is. I want the entire world to see that they belong to me.
There is no hesitation as my teeth break his skin, his blood flooding my mouth, warm and sweet. It feels like something bright cracking open inside my chest.
Not overwhelming. Not consuming.
Just…light.
Warm and golden and laughing, like sunlight spilling through open windows. Like every teasing grin, every reckless touch, every moment he made me feelseenpressed into me all at once.
I gasp, not from pain, but from the way it settles. The way he fits.
