The warmth in my chest surges at that moment, freezing me in place as it rocks through me from head to toe.
“Oh.”
“Yes. Oh,” he echoes with a smirk, his face flushed with arousal.
“This is intense as hell,” I say, grabbing the front of Ember’s polo shirt.
“Mmm,” he agrees.
My heat hits me like a fucking freight train, igniting my body with intense need. My cock hardens painfully in my slacks, and I gasp as I feel slick leak from my ass, soaking into my briefs.
Ember’s nostrils flare, his eyes darkening with lust as his rut hits him and he scents my arousal.
“I need you,” I pant, my voice barely recognizable.
Ember growls low in his chest, his control snapping like an overstretched rubber band. He’s on me in an instant, his hands tearing at my clothes as his mouth crashes down on mine. I moan into the kiss, fingers digging into his shoulders as I feel his hard cock press against my belly.
Ember spins me around, sweeping everything off the small garden table before bending me over it. I gasp as he tears my pants down my legs, his hands rough and demanding on my skin. I love it. I hear the rustle of his own pants being discarded, and then his cock is pressing against my sopping entrance.
“You’re so fucking wet for me, Habibi,” Ember growls, his voice hoarse with need.
I whimper, the heat almost painful. I need him. Need more. Need. Need. Need. I push back against him, desperate for him to fill me and ease the heat ravaging my body.
He doesn’t make me wait any longer, slamming into me in one brutal thrust, bottoming out so deep I see stars. I swear I can feel him in my stomach. The burn is perfect. I’m a sobbing mess, clenching my hole around Ember’s thickness. My cock leaks all over the table. Ember doesn’t give me any time to adjust, just pulls and snaps his hips forward again, stabbing me with his long member. The sharp slapping sounds echo through the garden with every thrust, and I’ve never been so grateful for the mature landscaping hiding our sexcapades from any nosy neighbors.
His throbbing cock drags against my inner walls, sending sparks through my nerves, and my moans turn into a broken litany ofmore,harder, anddon’tstop.
Ember’s hands are bruising my hips with his vicious grip, his breath hot against my scent gland as he leans over me and thrusts so deep. His chest presses me into the wrought iron as he growls sweet words directly into my ear.
“Gods, I love you,” he says, teeth grazing my gland. “Love this perfect little ass. Love how it takes my cock so fucking well. Love you. So. Fucking. Much.” He emphasizes the last few words with well-timed thrusts that make me see stars.
I come with a howl, my release painting the ornate table, my body locking up as Ember fucks me steadily through my orgasm. He snarls, marking me with his teeth as I whimper, my hole fluttering eagerly around Ember’s cock.
Ember pulls out slowly, my slick dripping down my thighs, but before I can catch my breath, I’m flipped onto my back, and his mouth is crashing down on mine in a drugging kiss.
He nips and sucks and fucks my mouth with his tongue. I think it’s safe to say that I’ve never been kissed so thoroughly before.
He isn’t done yet, though.
“Round two,” Ember whispers huskily against my lips. “You’re going to ride me this time, Habibi.”
He settles onto the chair, spreading his legs, his cock still hard and leaking precum. I straddle him without hesitation, sinking down onto his stiff length. We both groan as he fills me, his hands grabbing my waist to pull me down faster.
“Fuck me,” I demand, bracing my hands on Ember’s wide shoulders.
I roll my hips, grinding down and rubbing my stiff cock against his abs, enjoying the warm friction. Ember’s hands slideup to my nipples, pinching and pulling just hard enough to make me gasp.
“Your wish is my command,” Ember purrs, thrusting his hips up and driving into me so deep I swear I feel him in my throat. I ride him hard, slamming down on his cock and whining pitifully each time he bottoms out.
“Please, alpha. Please, alpha. Please, alpha,” I chant over and over, completely senseless as I chase my next orgasm.
“Fucking come for me. My beautiful omega,” he snarls, biting and sucking my scent gland.
I fly over the edge, my orgasm hitting me at breakneck speed, forced out of me by my alpha. My fated mate. My eternal partner. I paint his chest with my come as I continue writhing in his lap.
“Knot me, alpha,” I cry, desperate for the relief it would bring me. “Please. Knot me.”
He slams into me once, twice, three times, stilling as his knot swells deep inside of me. It soothes my heat and calms his rut. For a little while at least.
