Page 17 of The Heat of Us

His fingertips bruised my skin as I doused him in slick. My inner thigh vibrated with his satisfied chuckle.

“That good, huh?”

My eyes narrowed. I planted my foot on his shoulder and shoved. He fell back against the wall of the nest with a surprised grunt. I threw a quick look behind me to check that we were lined up with the camera and then I was in his lap, sinking down on his cock. His hands flew to my ass, gripping tight.

“Spread me,” I whispered. Ryder’s eyes rolled skyward and he obeyed, letting the camera see every intimate detail of where we were joined. How my wetness coated his length, lewd and shining. The way my pussy lips gripped him tight as I slid up and down.

And if I leaned forward just a little bit, Ryder’s cock also did excellent, excellent things for that sweet, desperate spot inside me.

“You were made to ride my cock, weren’t you?” he asked feverishly. His thumb pressed against my clit and I whined at the added stimulation. “Use me and fuck me with that tight little cunt.”

I rolled my hips against him in a desperate grind until my thighs burned with the effort. His other hand stayed on my ass, guiding my movements while letting me take control. I was so fucking close to what I needed when I felt his finger inch forward.

“I’m going to fuck this ass one day soon,” Ryder promised darkly, pressing directly on top of my furled hole. I gasped, starlight creeping into the edges of my vision. “There’s not a single part of you that won’t know the feel of my cum.”

His words cracked me open and I fell apart as he watched with burning eyes. His body was taut, a dark energy begging to be freed.

I broke his shackles with a single, reckless sentence.

“Show me you can own this pussy first.”

Ryder unleashed himself on me. Possessive. Raw. Hungry. My back hit the soft mattress, my leg thrown over his shoulder before he fucked his length deep inside me again. He pounded the most obscene, high-pitched noises out of my lungs before flipping me. Kicked my thighs shut, held me down and fucked my tightly squeezed pussy from behind. His palm spanked me so hard my entire body seized then he told me how good that made me choke his cock.

I fucking loved it.

I was unsure how my poor, ravaged pussy even had the ability to come again, but I couldn’t deny the telltale tightening in my belly and thighs. Building and building before it overwhelmed me entirely.

Ryder dragged my hips up — the perfect presenting omega — before pushing his knot inside me without any warning. My slick-drenched cunt took him eagerly, my inner muscles locking tight. My shoulder muffled his liquid groan of pleasure as he flooded me with his second load of the day. He buried his face into my neck, his scent shrouding me like smoke. The nest seemed to fade away. I could almost hear the sharp crack of a log releasing embers, glowing like ghosts of fireflies.

His arm braced me firmly around my middle as Ryder rolled us into a spooning position. His kisses along my neck felt like aftercare. The roving thumb lightly grazing the underside of my breast felt like tenderness.

I wasn’t sure how I felt about this part of it. The quiet gentleness that followed when I was locked with my alpha.

That wasn’t something I wanted to be reminded of.

“How many content pieces do you think we got out of today?” I asked a little too brightly.

Just bring the focus back to work.

“Sierra. My brain is mush right now,” he mumbled against my shoulder. “Or at the very least, it’s inflated and stuck inside you.”

I let out a soft huff of laughter, glad of the reminder that none of this was serious. He was so warm against me, like a big…wonderful…soft blanket…

“Are you…falling asleep?”

My body jerked sharply. Shit. I must have actually started to nap. Having my brains fucked out must have taken more out of me than I thought.

Not to mention the minor inconvenience of being up since 3am.

“Sorry,” I apologised, feeling sheepish. “I didn’t sleep very well last night.”

Ryder’s arm tightened around my waist. “It’s ok, you can rest. As long as you don’t mind that my knot’s still, uh…”

I was already out.

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HAZEL

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