She whimpers, a sound of pure, animal need, grinding her hips into the mattress, searching for a friction I can’t give her.
I flip her over, my movements rough and clumsy. She’s on her back now, her legs falling open, a glistening, wet invitation. I lie on top of her, my body covering hers. Our skin slides together, slick with sweat and her arousal. It’s better. More intimate. More... right.
“Better?” I whisper in her ear, my breath hot against her skin.
“Mmmh.” She nods, her hands tangling in my hair, pulling me closer.
I rock against her, my cock sliding through her wet folds, the exquisite friction a tantalizing preview of what’s to come. And then I feel it. A subtle shift, a tightening at the base of my cock. A swell.
That’s it.
This is it.
This is what I need.
The feeling is intoxicating, a rush of power and relief so potent it makes my head spin.
And then a loud, demanding meow cuts through the haze.
Nimbus. The damn cat walks through the bedroom door, his tail held high, his yellow eyes fixed on us with a judgmental stare. He jumps onto the bed, his paws landing on my back.
And just like that, it’s gone. The feeling of power, the swelling of my knot, it all deflates like a punctured balloon, leaving me with nothing but a frustrating, half-hard cock and a crushing sense of failure.
“Fuck,” I curse, my head falling against her shoulder.
“No,” she whimpers, her body trembling beneath me. She grinds her hips into the bed, a desperate, searching motion that breaks my heart. “Please, Maddox.”
I can’t leave her like this. I can’t. I spit into my hand and use the saliva to wet her entrance before I push inside. She moans, a long, low sound of pure relief as I fill her. It’s not enough. It’s not the knot, but it’s something. It’s me.
I turn her head, my mouth finding hers, kissing her with a neediness that matches her own. It’s a messy, clumsy kiss, a clash of teeth and tongues, but it’s honest. It’s real.
“Be patient with me,” I say, a raw, pleading whisper. “Please.”
She nods, her eyes wide and trusting, a universe of faith in her gaze that I don’t deserve. I rock into her, my movements slow, searching, trying to find a rhythm that will work, a way to give her what she needs without the one thing she craves most.
And then I hear it. The sound of the front door opening downstairs.
Relief washes over me. They’re here. They’re finally here.
And in the moment I realize that, my cock begins to swell. A true, demanding pressure that builds at the base, a primal, undeniable response to the presence of my pack. I needed themhere. I needed their scents, their presence, their strength to help me navigate the immense pressure of this, to be the Alpha she needs.
I am so glad they’re here.
Millie’s eyes widen as she feels my knot push against her. A moan escapes her lips, her body arching to meet mine.
I turn my head just in time to see them standing in the doorway. Knox. Liam.
“It’s about time,” I growl.
“Holy shit,” Liam says in a low, raw whisper that seems to hang in the air, thick with disbelief and something else. Something darker, more primal.
“You came,” Millie says, her voice a breathy, dazed sigh of relief. Her eyes, wide and unfocused with pleasure, find his, a small smile touching her lips.
“Yeah, baby,” he says, walking to where she’s laying on the bed. He moves with a purpose that’s both graceful and predatory, his gaze fixed solely on her.
He crouches beside her, his hand reaching out to tenderly touch her face, his fingers tracing the line of her jaw, seemingly oblivious to the fact that I’m still thrusting inside her, my knot a demanding pressure that connects us in the most intimate way.
“How do you feel?” he asks.
