Affection.
Love.
My heart swelled almost as big as my cock.
“I love you, little omega,” I whispered. “Fuck, I do. I can give you what you need right now.”
“Please.” Her voice was weak, her flesh hot.
My cock was at her entrance in a second, and I maneuvered her so she was pressed to the brick wall, her hips angled toward me. She was covered in slick and so was I, her scent drowning out all others. That was a feat, in a place like this.
I pushed inside her, not stopping until my knot was rubbing against her entrance and she was crying out, trying to shove down onto it.
I hushed her gently, placing a hand over her mouth. “Not yet. I’m going to fuck you first. Make you come all over my cock.”
She couldn’t form words, only moans and whines. I wasn’t sure how I was forming words either—my head wanted me to do one thing and one thing only. Knot her. Give my stunning omega what she deserved during heat.
Kiara deserved more than a back alley for her first time having heat sex, but my self control wasn’t strong enough to resist her. My pack wasn’t here to stop me. And she didn’t seem to care. All she wanted was me.
Holding her in a loose grip, I slammed into her repeatedly, grunting as her pussy pulsed and milked my cock. Her breaths came harsh and quick against my hand, the cover doing very little to muffle her sounds. She was loud, like she wanted everyone on this block to know that she had an alpha who was giving her what she needed.
That’s how I imagined it, at least.
I was loud too, unable to stop myself from grunting every time she squeezed me tight. When my orgasm was close enough I could taste it, I took my hand off her mouth, grabbed her hand and pushed it to her pussy.
“Touch yourself,” I told her. “I want you to come on me.”
“Knot?” she asked, strained.
“Yes. After you come.”
It took seconds for her to shudder beneath me, a scream wrenching from her throat. I pressed my hand back to her mouth too late. It might have been a better idea to muffle myself, because the way she came for me pushed me over the edge. My cum filled her, dripping out around my cock along with her slick.
With glazed eyes, I watched it for a second. Then, instinct took over and I growled, because my cum wasn’t supposed to escape. My knot throbbed with the need to shove inside her and keep all of me trapped there.
I leaned forward, pressing us together as close as we could be. “Can I kiss you this time?” I asked.
She nodded jerkily.
This was a far better way to keep both of us quiet—though it wouldn’t change the fact that we were being ridiculously obvious. It was a miracle we hadn’t been discovered yet, but I would rip the head off anyone who dared to interrupt this.
Slamming to her in a sloppy kiss, I held her hips in place so I could work my knot inside.
I’d never done this to anyone before.
Betascouldtake knots if they were properly worked up to it. Not everyone wanted to try, though, and it didn’t matter to me anyway. After being rejected by our scent match, I’d pretended I didn’t even have a knot. No attention was given to it. I never wanted to use it. Not until Kiara.
And I was glad I waited, because I didn’t think anything could compare to stuffing my knot inside her pussy. She took it so easily, her walls stretching to accommodate, but as soon as I was securely inside, she fucking clenched. My knot swelled too, both of us happy to be locked together until the heat of this moment faded.
“Dash,” she whimpered, finding words long enough to say my name against my lips.
“Kiara,” I said her name back, letting the messy kiss lapse so I could look at her.
Her flushed cheeks were stunning, making her sapphire eyes glow in the early evening dimness. She was touching me everywhere she could—her arms around my neck, her breasts to my chest, her thigh around my hip. A sheen of sweat covered her and I wanted to lick the salt from her skin. Part of me was convinced it must taste like coconut chocolate, because there was nothing but her scent surrounding me.
“Rut me.”
The quiet plea was enough to have me growling, hoping I didn’t go into a fucking rut right now. It wouldn’t be polite. Our first heat with her. In an alley. Me going into a feral rut would be out of line, but I could still do as she asked.
