I pause to catch my breath and readjust the angle before I start pushing again.
The shaft goes in easier now that we’re past the wide base of the head.
Hestia takes me inch by inch, until, with a snap of my hips, almost half my cock sinks in.
We both freeze. I wait as her body gradually relaxes, waiting further still until her pussy ripples around me with Charm fingering her clit.
I take that as a sign she’s ready for more.
My little omega feels so wet, so hot, so good strangling my cock. I need to lock myself inside her and fill her up until she’s close to bursting.
I speed up, watching her stomach bulge with every thrust.
The tingling in my spine increases, but I ignore it. I didn’t work this hard to fit us together just to come after a few strokes.
At some point I brace myself over her, pounding her into the mattress. It gives me an up-close view of her sucking Cato’s cock, which isn’t helping my self-control.
Henri’s hands brush my chest as he squeezes her nipples.
I drop my face against her cheek and slow my thrusts, eyes rolling at the feeling of her pussy clinging to me.
My thoughts scatter as if I never had any worries to begin with. How could I, with my omega wrapped around me, hugging me tightly like she’ll never let go.
I don’t even notice my knot bumping her lips until I’m pushing her up Henri’s lap with each thrust.
My mouth is whispering filthy things in her ear, “That’s right, sweet omega. Fuck, squeeze me tight just like that. You’ll make your alpha come. You’re doing such a good job taking my cock. You want me to come in you? Then you need to come first.”
She moans and tightens around me.
“That’s right, be a good girl and come for me.”
She pulls off Cato’s cock and says, “No, knot me first.”
I kiss her and rub her clit firmly, pushing Charm’s hand out of the way. Hestia kisses me back, but soon realizes what I’m doing and turns away.
“Knot me, alpha. I need it. I can’t come until you do,” she whimpers.
My omega’s whines pierce right through me. I have to—no—Ineedto give her what she wants.
The instinct is riding me hard, but I have a shred of sanity left that tells me I can’t, even if I don’t remember why.
“Please, alpha, knot me,” my omega begs, almost sobbing.
I can’t knot her.
It won’t work.
But why?
She’s my omega, and she needs my knot.
I press my forehead against hers, wishing I could explain why I can’t, or maybe have her explain why it’s okay for me to give her my knot.
Since I can’t bond her and share our thoughts, I turn to my pack bonds.
They echo our omega’s encouragement.
But I thought I wasn’t supposed to knot her.
