“Fuck,” he cursed, removing his hand from my throat when his fingers tightened slightly. “At least make sure I’m careful with her. She’s injured.”
“You’re the one that’s going to be injured if you don’t fuck her soon,” Leighton said.
Her hand slid down to squeeze my breast, kneading the heavy flesh. It was a welcome distraction when she pinched my nipple, giving me another thing to focus on besides the unmet need in my core.
But then, Ambrose moved away, and I keened in protest until I felt it.
The head of his cock pushed through the resistance, sliding into me. There was a smidgen of discomfort from the unfamiliar stretch, but it had nothing on the cramping.
My cramps were soothed by his cock, so this was a win to me.
Plus, thepleasure.
My body slumped back onto the pillows, all attempts to hold myself up failing. Leighton’s hands smoothed over my upper body, her lips following in their path. Ambrose was growling between my legs. Sweat dripped from his forehead like he was already exerting himself, even though he’d barely given me half his cock.
Was it that difficult to stop fucking me?
If so, why was hedoing it?
“Ambrose, more, please,” I begged.
He released the base of his cock with a soft grunt, giving me another tiny piece of him. It wasn’t enough. It wasn’t all of him. It wasn’t his knot.
“More.”
This time, my plea was more of a demand. My legs tried to pull him closer, but my weak body was no match for his solid stance. He didn’t budge.
I tried a different tactic, shifting my torso closer to him so his cock was forced to slide deeper. He sucked in a sharp breath, his aura flaring out abruptly. I froze. Another shot of fear ran through me. Was he angry? My pussy clenched around him regardless, because with Ambrose, his oppressive aura and smoky hot iron scent were more sexy than terrifying.
Ambrose leaned back, bringing both hands down to grab my hips. His scarred fingers dug into my pale skin painfully. The way he touched me today was in stark contrast to how he’d touched me last night—or, how he’d not touched me at all.
“You want more?” he growled.
I got the sense this was it. The end of his rope. No more trying to keep me comfortable. He’d acknowledged that we both craved more than sweet, soft sex. My body was made for rough thrusts, and getting a knot would soothe my aches.
“More,” I whispered.
He slammed the rest of the way into me, his knot rubbing against my entrance so abruptly it threatened to slip inside. I screamed, throwing my head back and arching into him. My hands scrabbled at the blankets—one grabbed a fistful of the sheets, while the other clutched Leighton’s thigh in a death grip.
This deep, he rubbed a spot inside me that Leighton had explored with her fingers. But this was different. A different kind of intense, because there was more than one or two fingers inside me. All of Ambrose’s cock was, thick and throbbing.
My begging had eliminated the calm and collected man I knew. He wasn’t the same person who’d refused to react to my taunts or quietly forgiven me for stabbing him.
He was an uncontrollable alpha now, and I was going to get everything I needed.
I knew my hips were bruising beneath his grip with every thrust, but that was a mark I would cherish until it faded. His cock sent an echo of pleasure through my core, staving off the cramping I’d been managing all week. We were a symphony of grunts and moans and growls, the occasional scream slipping out of me when his knot hit my clit just right.
Pleasure built, but the way it rose was different than it had before.
It wasn’t focused in my clit but deep inside me, and when it hit, it hit hard.
“Oh, fuck!” I buried my face against Leighton’s stomach, crying out as I convulsed.
Ambrose’s hand grabbed my chin, yanking me to face him. My eyes were glassy, vision blurry behind the sheen of pleasure tears. “Don’t hide from me, little omega. I told you.”
Shakily exhaling, I nodded. He had. I couldn’t hide in Leighton right now, because I had to give everything I had to my other alpha. I wanted to.
“Knot me, please. I want to feel that again.”
