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“You’remoaningwhile you do it!” he throws back, grinning like a lunatic behind me. “You’resopissed you’recoming- and I fucking love it.”
His hips snap harder and faster. I shriek, then laugh again.
I don’t know whether I want to punch him or marry him. Honestly, both. At once.
Preferably during a blackout caused by questionable life decisions and one too many pheromones.
“You gonna come again, Omega?” he pants. “You gonna squirt all over me while I split you open?”
His fingers slide between my cheeks, down, lower still - teasing slick skin, then pressing just lightly where I’ve already been licked raw by him.
I already know where this is going.
“Kai,” I warn, voice catching, because I’m not entirely sure whether to be offended or turned on.
Spoiler alert: It’s both.
“You loved it before,” he growls into my shoulder, grinding in like a man on a mission. “Let me stretch every part of you.”
And then - because apparently I hate myself - I let him.
His finger presses in, slow and slick and so goddamn filthy that I make an embarrassing noise that could absolutely be used as blackmail.
“Fuck, you feel that?” he pants. “One finger back there, my cock right here - god, baby, you’re losing your fucking mind.”
No, Kai, I’m losing basic motor function, but thank you for noticing.
My knees threaten to give out. My vision goes soft at the edges. I laugh - because what else can you do when you’re riding the edge of another orgasm while a man talks you through a complete breakdown like it’s a workout routine?
“I swear to god,” I gasp. “If you say one more filthy thing, I’m going to come so hard I pass out. And then you’ll have to explain to the others why I’m unconscious with your finger in my ass.”
“Then do it,” he growls. “Come on, baby. Cry it out. Laugh through it.Ruin me.”
He doesn't stop. Not when I sob into the table. Not when my legs start trembling like a baby deer at a rave. And definitely not when I whimper something that sounds vaguely like his full government name.
I’m still shaking - not from fear, not even from the aftershocks still flickering like static up my spine - but from need. From the pressure still building inside me as Kai’s hips grind harder, deeper,slower.
His cock is thick and hot inside me, the slide made sloppy with so much slick I can hear it: every wet, obscene stroke echoing through the kitchen.
I feel it - theswelling.Right at the base of him.
And then - because apparently the universe thinks I haven’t had enough - he growls.
“Fuck,” Kai pants, voice wrecked with it. “You feel that, baby?”
It’s stretching me already, and it’s certainly not subtle. It’s thick and swollen and franklyrudein the way it demands my body to just accept it.
“You feel my knot coming?”
“Yes.”
“You want it?” he growls, his hands sliding from my hips to my waist, then back again, palming my ass. “You want me to lock you down and fill you until you can’t take anymore?”
I nod frantically, forehead pressed to the table, sweat pooling at my temple, skin flushed, breath shallow.
“Please.”
“Say it.”
