Page 50 of Not Ready

There’s no reason I should be full-blown perfuming.

I’m pregnant.

Pregnant omegas don’t have heats.

“Oh, God,” I moan. “Bishop, you feel incredible.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever been this hard in my fucking life.” He kisses over my shoulder, and all thought disappears as his fingers dig into my hip while he works himself deeper. I stretch an arm down to tease my clit. “That’s a good girl. Squeeze me just like that,” he growls. It vibrates against my already oversensitive skin. “You’re burning up around me. I’ve never felt anything like it.”

Everything gets hazy and muted until it feels like he’s my anchor to reality. It makes no sense, but all I can focus on is the sound of his murmuring praises and the way his cock hits places inside me that I didn’t know existed.

My entire body feels flushed as he pounds into me, rhythmic strokes that never feel like more than I can handle.

I’m not expecting the orgasm that comes out of nowhere, but it hits so hard, my vision goes spotty.

My eyes squeeze shut as he licks down my neck.

“Come all over me, gorgeous. Fuck. I don’t think I can hold out.” His grip on my hip turns punishing, and he ruts into me a few more times. Just as I’m coming back to reality, he slams his knot inside my opening.

My knees move toward my chest as I sob.

Bishop blocks them, pulling them back to how they were as my entire body trembles. His cock jerks, filling me with hot jets of his cum as his knot locks us together. My core ripples in response, but I’m still not sure this is real life and not the best sex dream I’ve ever had.

Pure euphoria pounds from my chest with each heartbeat, sending bliss ricocheting through every nerve ending in my system.

“Shh, I’ve got you. You’re so goddamn perfect. My perfect, sweet omega. You’re taking my fucking breath away.”

I nod as my eyes finally pop open.

Everything is hazy, like during a heat.

My stomach cramps painfully.

I whimper, grinding back against him. “Rut.”

“Hey, are you okay?” Bishop asks, tilting my face to his. It’s awkward, but not majorly uncomfortable.

“Yes, but I need you to rut. Bite me, Bishop!”

“Shh, I’ve got you.” He kisses my cheek and starts to grind his knot. It sends that pulsing, warm, tingly feeling back through my body.

“Yes, that. That’s what I need.” My arm wraps back around his head. He put his hair up before our shower, but I carelessly pull out the tie, so I can run my fingers through it.

A low purr starts in his chest as he palms my stomach and ruts as much as he can. “You know I love you, right? I’ve been in love with you since long before I laid eyes on you in person. You’re mine, gorgeous.”

“Yes,” I agree. “Bite me. I need you to bite me.”

“Fucking hell. They warn that saying no to a begging omega is the most difficult task an alpha will face?—”

“Please? I love you too. I’ve had feelings for you for ages. Please, just bite me…” The begging goes on until it’s slurred to my own ears. My pleasure builds with each gyration of his hips. Feeling him wrapped around me and breathing in his smoky campfire scent sends me tumbling into another orgasm. “Bite! Please, alpha.”

“Aww, fuck.” Bishop moves, licking over my shoulder as his knot pulses. His cock gets firmer and thicker. His sharp canines rake over my skin.

“Yes, please!”

He snarls, biting into the top of my shoulder right at the base of my neck. There’s a half a second when I understand I can reject the bond, but my soul or consciousness dismisses that.

The pain that pulses through the wound only seems to intensify my pleasure. Or maybe I’m picking up on Bishop’s as he grunts and thrusts, filling me with his cum.

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