I want to ask him what he’s talking about, but all I can do is throw my head back and cry out as pleasure rises. Along with it is a pressure low and deep in my belly that I don’t fully understand.
Finn’s hand flattens on my belly, and the sensations grow.
My mouth falls open as my body begins to shake, my nails digging into his arm as I feel myself spinning out of control. I don’t understand what I’m feeling or what he’s doing, but my body really seems to enjoy it.
My body flushes and goes hot, but not like it does when I’m in heat. It’s different.
Everything about this is different as he continues to rock in and out of me.
“That’s it, Alora. Just let go, and come for me.”
How can I argue with that as pleasure rips through me? This time, my scream of pleasure tears through the room, andI can feel the gush of slick drenching me, Finn, and the nest beneath me.
What started as a low rumble of pleasure and pressure explodes into an earth-shattering amount of pleasure that has my entire body locking up before convulsing.
Finn’s hips stutter as my cunt pulses around him. “That’s right, little omega, feel the pleasure only I can give you. Are you ready for my knot?”
I’m struggling to catch my breath, to get my brain to engage, but my mouth is incapable of responding to him. All I can do is hope he can read the answer in my eyes as I stare at him wide-eyed.
Yes.
Please.
Knot me.
Fill me with your cum.
Make me yours.
The thoughts appear in rapid succession, but I’m unable to force them from my mouth as the orgasm continues to rock through my body.
“Fuck, man. I don’t know what you did to get that kind of response, but I can guarantee she wants that fat knot of yours.” Wells’s desire deepens his voice.
I want to turn my head toward him, to thank him for answering when I can’t, but I’ve lost complete control of my body.
All I am now is pleasure.
“Fuck yeah,” Jordan grunts. “Why is this so fucking hot?”
Finn continues to rut in and out of me, dragging out my orgasm before he pushes further, his swollen knot brushing against my entrance and sending a fresh burst of pleasure through me.
Knot me.
I need your knot.
I need you.
Need your bite.
Another stroke in and out and back in.
His knot pushes into me, and another scream tears from me as I come again.
Finn grunts, grinding against me as hot splashes of cum hit my wall.
He fills me with wave after wave of release as he leans down to brush his lips against mine. Then he buries his head in my neck, tongue swiping along my neck before his teeth sink into the tender skin—marking me as his.
Another orgasm hits as the bond forms, and I’m desperate to return his bite.
