Her juices glinted off her pussy and I stared, rapt, as I fed my shaft into her channel. She stopped her restless movement, whimpering with pleasure again. I pressed my thumb at the hood of her shaved mound, spreading my fingers to expose her little nub. I rubbed it and her pussy clasped me.
I hissed a breath out between my teeth.
If I kept watching her pussy wrapped around my cock, it’d shoot me off. Leaning on my fists, I hovered over her pained face, studying the lovely features.
The bed shook with each slow thrust, but I kept the glide of my cock steady.
Her eyelids moved in her sleep, and she sucked her lower lip into her mouth, sucking it hard.
“Stop, bunny, don’t hurt yourself,” I murmured, grazing my finger against her top lip and forcing my finger into her mouth to stop it. Her tongue flicked around my pointer finger like she would have licked my cock. Then she started sucking my finger, moaning around it as the gyration of her hips picked up in desperation.
The smell of sweet berries filled my nose. My body tensed, my balls drawing up painfully while my knot pulsed in preparation to knot her.
I knew it. I fucking knew she was my Scent Match. My stomach flipped with happiness.
I nestled my nose against her throat, breathing in her scent from her Scent Gland, and I sank my teeth into her smooth skin. It gave with a pop and blood coated my tongue.
My claim mark would heal into a faint mark on her throat. One to show she’s mine, but only when she claimed me back would the nerves accruing settle.
My knot swelled in a rush of tingling pleasure unmatched by anything I could have imagined. A spasm jolted my shaft and with it cum spilled into her pussy and I was locked into place. I let out a guttural breath and my cock shot off in another wave of release.
“Fuck,” I breathed, bowing my head. She moaned, writhing under me as she clasped at the blanket near her head.
I struggled to catch my breath, but finally, her hips stopped moving and she relaxed, but my knot hadn’t released her. Meanwhile, I stared down at her in awe.
I sighed again,cuddling my face into my blanket. Finally, I’d reached completion when I hadn’t been able to in days. Ever since I’d been with Samuel. At the thought of him, I squeezed my thighs together . . . and couldn’t.
A mass between them didn’t allow it. Upon ripping the blanket out of my face and opening my eyes, I gasped. Samuel’s palm fell on my mouth, cutting off the exclamation. I blinked at him over his hand.
“What are you doing?” I sounded muffled, but he seemed to understand.
“You were in pain.”
The pressure inside me throbbed and his knot released, allowing a flood of liquid to wet where we met.
Oh . . .Oh. I went limp on my mattress, whimpering. The sticky moisture of our combined orgasms rubbed against my sensitive sex. It made me want him inside me again.
His hand lifted off my mouth and nose.
I inhaled and stiffened. A potent smell of sandalwood, earthy and virile, curled through my senses. Something inside me, my Omega instinct, surfaced.
Mine.
“Samuel,” I breathed, gawking up at him.
He clasped my face nearing my lips. “I told you. I’m yours.”
“Samuel,” I repeated, the rush of slick coming on with the wave of urges. It was just as the classes in high school mentioned, an intense, uncontrollable urge to claim.
Thinking took a back seat, and I sank my fingers into his sides, tilting my head up to capture his lips. I moaned, pushing my feet into the mattress to rub my sex against the cloth of his shirt. Even that pressure felt delicious.
“More.” I pulled at his collar, until the first buttons popped open. “Off,” I whined, pawing at the sliver of skin.
Samuel caught my lips again as he briefly lifted and tore through the front of his shirt. Finally. I exhaled, rubbing my palms into his skin while he widened the stretch of my thighs and plunged inside me, hard and throbbing.
“My Omega,” he said gruffly, pumping his hips into me with a harsh rhythm. “Mine.” My channel clamped down on him, every bit of me reveling in his claiming. The orgasm came upon me so suddenly and body-encompassing, that I could only thrash under him.
This pleasure felt unreal.
