Page 68 of Three of a Kind

I have no hope of holding back my orgasm as I strum her clit, so I don’t bother trying.

If I thought her scent was potent before, it becomes so thick my vision gets hazy. All I can process as reality is the look on her face as she claws at my chest.

She grinds over me as my cock kicks, but mostly, she begs, and it’s muffled by my chest. Still, it’s the most satisfying orgasm I’ve ever experienced.

Her naughty little tongue flicks over my shoulder as she wiggles her hips. “I still didn’t get your knot.”

She sounds so heartbroken that I chuckle.

“Hands and knees for me, gorgeous.”

She doesn’t move, so I lift her and place her down at my side.

“No, why?”

I roll up onto my knees and move behind her. “Because we’re going to get you that knot you’re craving so badly.”

“Oh,” she whispers, scrambling to twist until she’s ass up. “I like this plan.”

Her pussy peeks through, and seeing my cum dribble out has me acting without thought. I plant my knees on the outside of hers and slam deep.

She buries her face in the mattress as she moans. It muffles the sound enough that I’m not concerned with everyone in the living room.

Maverick will turn on the damn TV, if necessary.

Her cunt molds to my cock so perfectly, it’s difficult to catch my breath. I’m not even sure it’s safe to thrust with how snug she feels. My arms wrap around her, just below the baby belly and near her sternum, to pull her upright on her knees.

“That might be too much.” She groans as her head thrashes.

“It’s going to be perfect,” I promise, kissing her cheek.

Staying buried as deep as I can get, without locking my knot inside her, I begin to work her clit. Her entire body trembles against my skin as she starts to gently bounce on her knees.

There’s every possibility that I thrust up to meet her. My knot slides inside her opening, and we both freeze.

“I’ve never knotted anyone,” I choke out as my vision gets so fuzzy, it’s impossible to make out anything clearly. “Tell me you’re okay…”

“Okay? I’m fantastic,” she slurs.

I don’t sound any more composed as my knot swells to lock us together.

She keeps grinding, and with her pheromones everywhere, time seems to lose all meaning.

I’ve never participated in a heat, but if this is a taste of what they’re like… Well, it’s no wonder alphas and omegas end them bonded.

The warmth that fills my chest as she wiggles on my knot is indescribable. It’s a euphoria I’ve never experienced, and it has my inhibitions low.

My fingers brush her clit as I buck up into her. The palm of my other hand flattens on her stomach as my forearm holds her in place, resting in the indent of her hip.

“You’re ruining me, Brooklyn. Feeling you use me…” My head shakes as I try to force away the fog. I’m unsuccessful. “It’s so fucking hot. You’re mine now, gorgeous. You get that, right? If you tried to run, I would hunt you down and bite your ass so fast, you’d have no chance to escape. Shit…” I sound like a feral alpha.

“I’m so close,” she moans, curling forward, like she’s having trouble staying upright, even with my assistance.

“You feel my crown bumping the bottom of your tight little cunt?” I pull her up, and once she’s resting against my chest, I move her hair away from her right shoulder. “Do you like knowing you’re fucking up my world? The way you’re wringing my cock says you do. You like knowing you own me. Don’t you, dirty girl?” My tongue flicks down her sweat-slicked neck. Apples and caramel explode in my senses.

“I’m there,” Brooklyn sobs, her arm wrapping around mine as I hold her to me. “Bite me. Oh crap, yeah, I need you to bite me now… Please, Gunner?”

You know what you don’t do if you’re a feral alpha?

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