Brennan
Her pleas were sweet music to my ears. While I enjoyed exploring her body, I wanted to knot her, fill her, and make her mine, now that I’d finally realized that she really, truly belonged with all of us.
I continued to suck and bite down on her neck as I thrust inside her over and over.
“You’re so ready for me, aren’t you? My needy, greedy, little butterfly needs a knot, doesn’t she?” I murmured, as I sucked on her neck again.
Would she let me mark her here on her neck opposite Spencer’s? That’s exactly where I wanted to bite her–right where everyone could see.
“Alpha, please,” she begged.
Her pussy gushed around me, as that scent she made sometimes, the one that was almost like omega perfume, clouded the air. What did Evan call it? Oh.Eau d’fuck me alpha.
And fuck her I would.
My lips crashed into hers. “I’ll knot my good little butterfly.”
Arching my hips, I thrust, pushing my knot into her, filling her.
“Bren.” She gasped.
“That’s it, you take me so well,” I praised. “So good.”
“Good boy,” she whispered.
Fucking shit, I liked being called that while I was knot deep inside her. Even though I was locked inside her, I didn’t stop, needing to coax one more orgasm out of her. Yes, I wanted my little butterfly to scream my name and beg again.
I rocked against her in a way I knew would feel good. My fingers continued to rub her clit as I nipped at her neck.
“Yes, please, don’t stop, please,” she begged.
I kept nipping at her neck, so everyone would know she was mine. My teeth ached to bite her. It would be so easy… no one would mind…
“Bren,” she shrieked, coming in my arms, bringing me back to reality.
No, no bites today. My lips sealed over hers, as I let her know how much I loved that I could make her shatter like that.
I laid my head on her bare breasts. “You are perfect for us.”
“You’re all perfect forme.” She stroked my hair and planted a kiss on my temple.
“Are you okay? It wasn’t too rough?” That was a big fear of mine.
She shook her head. “No. It was just what I needed.”
Me too.I hadn’t thought I needed a little gentleness in bed, but I guess I did.
“Good.” My fingers trailed her throat. “I marked you up good. You might need to wear a high-necked blouse to work tomorrow. But don’t worry, I didn’t bite you.”
“I’d be fine if you did. You and Jett can bite me and mark me up. I’m all yours.” Those big blue-grey eyes gazed up at me, full of love and devotion as her sweet, peachy scent surrounded me.
Leaning over, I kissed her collarbone.
I looked around her room, which was immaculate, other than a water bottle and her e-book reader on the window seat with some blankets and pillows. Mr. Hippo sat on the dresser, watching us. It wasn’t on purpose; I was sure, but still a little creepy. At least he wasn’t in bed with us.
She peered at me. “What are you looking at?”
“Mr. Hippo is watching,” I replied.
