I don’t know if it’s deliberate or not, but his knot presses right on my sweet spot with every thrust, making impossible amounts of cum explode from me, rope after rope pooling under me.
He growls again, deeper, determined. I know he’s completely in the zone because his wolf is in charge and he’s determined to breed me every bit as hard as I bred him, like he’s trying to put a baby in me.
My cock doesn’t go soft. I fist the sheets and give up trying to fuck back against him because it’s completely his show. His knot swells, every bit as big as Jax’s. With another long, loud growl I feel him coming, his heat filling me with every pulse of his cock, his knot right up against my prostate and milking another orgasm from me that makes my knees tremble in a way I haven’t felt in…
Ever.
And one pulsing thought finally pushes through his mental static and fills my brain: “Mine…mine… mine…”
He’s impossibly big and amazingly fantastic, no longer able to withdraw. “That’s right,” I hoarsely manage. “I’m all yours the way you’re all mine.”
I’m a little surprised when his teeth clamp down on the back of my neck, but I shiver, loving the pain, my cock still hard even with the echoes of my second climax rippling through me.
Every bit as good as a rut.
Then his big climax hits. He throws back his head, howling long and loud and making me shudder with another orgasm from every pulse of his cock inside me, every tug.
Holy shit!
He moves, pushes up like he’s going to rise, but I reach back and grab a front leg. “No,” I hoarsely say. “Ride it out, baby. Don’t shift back yet.”
He shivers and drops onto me, nearly limp as his cock which, with a mind of its own, still fills me. Cum’s leaking out of me, hotly dripping down my thighs. Then he does the most adorable thing and licks the back of my neck. I realize what he’s doing—he must have left a mark.
I can barely speak; it feels so good. “That’s fine,” I manage. “I like you biting me. I’m not the only one who gets to mark what’s his.” I know I’ll be fucking him in short order because he shudders again and starts licking across my shoulders, nuzzling the back of my head.
He occasionally tugs, making my cock jump in response, and both of us moan. It’s a good twenty minutes at least before his knot shrinks enough he finally slips out. I roll over under him as he shifts back and grab his hips so I can sink home inside him.
His eyes widen but his lips crash over mine. He doesn’t need lube—another blessing of omega males is getting slick like this in heats and apparently while pregnant—and I hold him fully impaled on my cock despite him wanting to move and fuck me.
He braces his hands on my shoulders and stares down at me with heavy, hooded eyes, his wolf not far from the surface. “I love you,” he whispers.
Fierce possession sweeps through me. I hook a hand around his neck to pull him into another kiss. “You’re stuck with me for life,” I swear, meaning it. “I’ll kill and die for you.” I slowly thrust into him, savoring this. “No one will ever hurt you. Ever.”
Mal rides me, matching my tempo, his forehead pressed against mine so he can stare into my eyes. A fine sheen of sweat covers both of us and it drips into my face?—
Until I realize it’s tears.
I pause, cupping his face. “What’s wrong, baby?”
“Nothing,” he chokes out. “Not a fucking goddamned thing. That’s what scares me.”
Without pulling out I wrap him in my arms and roll onto our sides. He hooks a leg over my hips for traction, and with him nestled in the crook of my arm, I make love to him.
“After your initiation, if you want us to not play with?—”
He presses a finger to my lips. “I want it—I want all of it. Everything. I feel how much you love me. I’ve never felt like this about anyone or had them feel this way about me.”
Trapped between our bodies, his erection rubs against our abs, and I sense he’s close again. When he makes little noises that tell me my cock’s stroking the right spot, I focus on that, driving him up the hill again. I want to feel him come all over my cock. I want to remember this moment for the rest of my life.
I want this moment to last forever.
He nips my lower lip. “I hate the whys that brought me here, but I can’t imagine any other life except with you.”
“Can you come again for me like this?”
He nods. “Almost,” he whispers.
I hold his hip and revel in his climb, his eyes, his soft, sexy gasps. His ass begins contracting around my cock, and I realize he remembers our playtime and is trying to milk it out of himself.
