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Low moans and the sound of skin slapping skin filled the room. I should have felt used, watching him slam his hips back against me over and over. With anyone else, I probably would have. But this was Trystan, my omega. In my mind, there was nothing hotter than seeing him chase his own pleasure and take what he needed from me.
I watched my cock disappear into his hole, my hands in tight fists at my side as his cheeks pressed against my hips, before it reemerged, smothered in his slick. He was staking a claim on me, and I loved it. As much as he was mine, I was also his.
“Fuck me. Please, Emerson,” he panted. “I’m so close, but I need you to—”
My hips snapped forward before he could finish, driving him into the mattress at a relentless pace. Rolling us onto our sides, I took Trystan’s cock in my hand, red and dripping precum, and stroked him with a tight fist.
“That’s it, love. You did so well,” I breathed, holding him close with my spare arm. “Let me take you the rest of the way.”
He could only moan in response as he fisted the sheets. My knot inflated as I pushed it into Trystan once, twice more before it locked us together, then my release shot into him.
Vetiver hit my senses like a shotgun blast as Trystan exploded in my hand, yelling my name like a desperate prayer. I stroked him through his orgasm, milking him of every drop of pleasure as my hips pressed into him until he tiredly slapped my hand away with a worn-out whimper.
“I’ve got you, love,” I said with a shaky breath. “Just sleep for now.”
Chapter Eleven
Trystan
Inevershould’venappedinhis bed. But the past few days had finally caught up to me. The bed was there and…it smelled right.
It smelled ofhim.
Even now, a few hours of sleep and another knot later, I felt safe here. Usually, when I stayed the night with a partner, I never got any sleep. My instincts would be screaming at me to get out, run.
I’d never felt so rested, yet my mind refused to calm. I still had a job to do, and Emerson had got in the way of that twice already. I was running out of time.
The alpha in question rumbled behind me. “Go back to sleep, love. I can hear you thinking.”
“What? No, you can’t,” I grumbled into the pillow.
“Calling me a liar? You’re mean in the mornings.” He chuckled, tightening his arm around my waist as his knot pulsed inside me.
Gasping at the sensation filling me, I pressed back against him. We’d been locked together for the past hour—after I’d woken up needing an early morning dose of alpha—but I still couldn’t get enough of feeling this full. It was incredible. Each pulse of his cock triggered waves of pleasure in me. Totally worth being sore for a day.
Eventually, Emerson’s knot deflated, and he pulled out of me, kissing up my neck. “I believe I promised you breakfast.”
I grinned, carefully rolling over to face him. “You definitely did. I need a shower first, though. You might be the right amount of sweaty to still be lickable, but I think you’d prefer I leak two knots worth of cum in the shower instead of on your bedsheets.”
“How thoughtful of you.” Emerson chuckled, taking my face in his hands and lightly kissing my lips. “There should be an unopened toothbrush under the sink. Help yourself to whatever you need, and I’ll use the guest shower.”
“You sure?”
He nodded, running a hand through his hair. “Yeah, I feel like you might want to work up to using the bathtub you were tied up in.”
“Aww, look who got on board the thoughtful train.”
My arse received a playful warning slap, and I rolled back over to watch the door as Emerson left for the guest bathroom. Fuck, I really hadn’t properly appreciated how sexy he was until now. His waist to shoulders ratio alone was insane. No wonder he’d made me pass out when we first met.
After an awkward run to the bathroom and one of the greatest showers of my life—I could seriously get used to rich-people plumbing—I dressed in yesterday’s clothes and headed towards the kitchen. It was strange to feel so at home in Emerson’spenthouse when I’d only really spent time in the bedroom and bathrooms. Maybe it was the way his scent naturally filled the space. It was homely, and my inner omega was relaxed here. I didn’t feel an innate need to keep my guard up at all times.
Following the sound of sizzling and the smell of fried foods in the air, I found Emerson at the stove, already working on breakfast. It was the most casual I’d ever seen him—except for when he was naked—in sweatpants with a tight white t-shirt and damp hair. Looking at him like this, I wasn’t totally sure which I preferred.
Nope. Still preferred naked.
My stomach rumbled loudly, snapping me out of my fantasies and announcing my presence.
Emerson chuckled. “You have a lot of trouble sneaking up on me, don’t you?”
