“Princess, when I knot you, it’s going to be even better.”
I blinked away the tears, looking into the depths of his dark eyes. He was hazy too, his need showing in the way he continued to fuck me, even as we spoke.
“Please,” I whispered again.
He groaned, seating himself deep inside me and rubbing his knot against my entrance. Slick drenched the bed beneath us, making his thighs shiny. My core was ready for him. I’d been ready since I first saw his knot, swollen with his arousal for me.
“Tell Leighton if it hurts,” he demanded.
“Not you?”
“I’m not stopping if you tell me it hurts. I won’t be able to unless she forces me. That’s how out of my head I am around you, Kiara. I’ve never been like this around an omega before, in heat or not.”
An involuntary little growl rose at the thought of those other omegas. They’d touched what belonged to me, but it was a small comfort that they never would again.
“I’ll tell her,” I said, swallowing.
It wouldn’t hurt. Even if it did, the pleasure would outweigh the pain and I wouldn’t let Leighton force him to stop.
“Good girl.”
My entrance stretched around the knot as he slowly worked himself inside. I moaned and grabbed his arms, hoisting myself up to press against him. He released my hips to hug me close, letting the movement force his knot the rest of the way inside.
I was caught between a whine and a purr, some odd combination of both sounds rumbling through my chest.
Leighton had pulled back for now, her gaze burning into my side while she remained a comforting presence.
Ambrose’s knot swelled a hint more, locking us together and triggering a weak, shaky orgasm that wasn’t anywhere near enough. His teeth were grazing my neck, each breath a heaving endeavour as he fought back…
What? An orgasm? Or was he fighting against the urge to ravage me?
“I want you to come in me,” I blurted. “Come in me and rut me until you come again.”
It wasn’t the sexiest way to ask—but it was enough for his entire body to shudder, hot cum mixing with my slick to warm my core.
“Princess,” he groaned. His teeth were threatening to sink in now, and I wanted him to do it. It would complicate things so much our lives would be at risk, but I wanted it anyway. Fuck the consequences.
I buried my face against his neck, marking him with my scent and making sure I was covered in a heavy layer of his.
He purred, his hips bucking hard against me. It was the tiniest amount of movement, but made me light up. “So good,” I moaned. “More, Ambrose.”
There was no way for him to give me more. I thought it was impossible when he was like this, but he proved me wrong. His arms tightened around me, my tits squished against his chest and the pleasant sting of beard burn starting to blossom on my neck. His cock rubbed all the perfect spots and I had to close my eyes, because my vision was going starry.
“You’re going to come for me again, princess,” he grunted. “I’ll make your pussy milk my cock dry. You’ll be good and bred for me.”
He slid a hand between us, pressing the pad of his finger to my clit. With his words I was already teetering on the edge—I didn’t want to be bred, not really.
But at the same time, I did. The thought of it made me purr with pleasure.
His cum would be locked inside me until we were able to release each other, satisfying my primal need to be the perfect omega.
I lost myself in that thought and the final peak of pleasure. My teeth sank into his neck and the gentle thrum of a bond settled over me—weak, like the one I had with Dash. Temporary. I didn’t want it to be, but it would do for now.
My body pulsed with my release, clenching on his knotted length and doing exactly what he’d said it would. I forced another orgasm from him with how tight I got, leaving me impossibly full of him.
I panted and moaned and rocked against him until he stilled. His lips pressed to the crook of my shoulder, every breath shaky.
And I didn’t just feel his physical presence. He was open with his emotions, letting me feel every piece of him through our tentative bond. Ambrose held nothing back. Not any of his affection or worry or arousal.
