Page 65 of The Heat of Us

“Are you sure he’s not screaming a little bit because he hasn’t seen it yet and wants to?” I teased.

Ben sat up on his elbows. “Are you offering?”

I shoved him back down. “Moment’s over, champ.”

He took that as a challenge, moving up and over me slowly until I was surrounded by him. A thigh slid between my legs, parting them slightly. “Is it?” he asked mildly, even as my breath caught in my throat.

“I-I still need to know that you’re in the clear.” Why was it so goddamn hard to talk all of sudden?

“I know,” he said, grazing the tip of his nose against mine. “I haven’t forgotten.” He scent marked me, cheek and neck sliding along my skin. Goosebumps rose up, my hair standing on end as my body ached for him. “I’ll get onto that straight away.”

“Yes. You do that.”

“And then what?”

“What do you mean and then what?”

“What happens once the results come back negative? It will, by the way. I haven’t been with anyone without protection since my ex three years ago and I’ve always been careful since.”

My omega raged at the thought of this alpha fucking other women. I grabbed the collar of his shirt and snarled, “Then you get to fuck me raw and fill my pussy with your cum.”

I yanked his face towards mine, our lips crashing together. My scent absolutely detonated, overwhelming his minty richness with fantasies of summer heat and the press of sun-drenched bodies. He wasted no time, one hand coming to grasp my jaw as his tongue explored my mouth. Every time we broke apart, one of us would surge back, finding each other over and over.

“Ok, so no fucking,” he panted.

“No fucking,” I reiterated.

His hand slid along my stomach, lifting, lifting my borrowed shirt higher. “This isn’t fucking,” Ben reasoned.

“No, it’s not,” I agreed. He cursed as he exposed my body, nipples tightened and aching for him. His mouth and hands were on me in an instant, sucking the darkened tip into his mouth as he massaged the soft swell of my breast.

“God, every time I do this…” Ben swirled his tongue around and bit down lightly, making my hips buck involuntarily against him. “I get a hit of your sweet slick perfuming. Can’t fucking think, all I want to do is get more of it out of you.”

Two fingers hooked into my waistband and seconds later I was naked, unable to hide how wet he made me.

“This still isn’t fucking,” he confirmed as he draped his hard, clothed body against me. A roll of his hips pushed my legs open, his trapped bulge pressed against my slick core.

“Definitely not.”

It wasn’t. Just a facsimile of it designed to drive me utterly fucking crazy.

Ben’s fingers entwined with mine, pressing the backs of my hands into the mattress. He began to grind into me, the fabric of his shorts instantly soaked with my arousal. His cock was sliding over and over my clit but I felt so fucking empty a whine slipped out of me.

“Wrap your legs around me,” he demanded roughly. He released one of my hands and I obeyed, fisting the short strands of his hair. We were so fucking close yet so fucking far from what we needed.

“Oh fuck, Ben,” I cried out as I felt him slide two fingers into me. When a third joined it, a harsh sob fell from my lips. The weight of him on top of me was such a tease. I was surrounded by his touch, his scent, the taste of his kisses — everything but that cock and knot still cursedly confined by layers of fabric.

“I want to feel you squeeze my fingers and soak my bed with your slick.” There was a wild and frenzied gleam in his eyes. His fingers sped up, curving and pressing against the sweet spot inside me that filled my vision with sparks. “Let me go to sleep every night hard as hell thinking about how fucking beautiful you are when you come.”

I instantly came undone. I was a mess. Gasping, sobbing. Yanking all the nerve endings from his scalp. Hips slamming against him, my slick convulsing pussy swallowing his fingers.

It still wasn’t enough. My omega clawed at me, pissed as fuck at being denied this alpha’s cock and knot and cum. The unsatiated need rattled my teeth and bones to dust.

“You have to come on me,” I choked out. My hands grasped at his shorts, tugging downward and freeing his cock.

“Hazel, fuck, I’m barely holding it together right now,” Ben snarled.

I began to stroke him desperately. “I need you. Need you to cover me and mark me.” I didn’t even fully comprehend what I was saying, just that I had to keep working this perfect, hard cock in my hands until it gave me what I wanted.

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