Page 186 of Captive Omega

He’s staring down at me, hunger and desperation hardening his face.

For one long second, we stare at each other.

He slowly draws me back, his cock popping out of my mouth. “Enough,” he growls as he pulls my hand from between my thigh and lifts my fingers to his mouth.

I watch, breathing unsteadily as he sucks each digit into his mouth, eyes fused to mine. I feel the pressure of each pull between my thighs.

“Are you ready for my knot?”

His voice is pure carnal need. Instantly, my body responds to it. I sink back, widening my slick-dampened thighs, making a space for him between them. “Give it to me. Please.”

Pleasure and approval meld into an expression I savor.

He sinks into me, his arms hooking under my knees, holding me open as he tucks himself against me. His cock is at my entrance, and eyes burning a million degrees.

I’m dripping, my slick coating his bulbus tip as I rub myself on him.

He swivels his hips, pushing in, almost too big to fit. He will fit. My body was made to stretch and take the added pressure of an alpha’s knot. His cock presses into me as I dig my nails into his back and a moan tears from my throat. So good.

He levers more of his weight onto me, never looking away as he tunnels into me, retreats and pushes deeper.

Sweat coats his brow. He’s breathing hard, almost as hard as I am. But he takes his time working himself deep, dropping kisses on my lips, muttering my name, reassurances, and praises as he thrusts and retreats.

And then he’s in, throbbing hot and deep inside me. Resting his forehead on mine, he groans. “Can’t hold back more.”

His muscles tremble as he fights instincts demanding he ride me hard. Instincts I wish he would stop fighting and fuck me the way I need him too.

I’ve never fucked an alpha face to face before. They shove me, pin, take what they want for me and leave me to pick myself up, clean myself up, and quietly cry myself to sleep with my face turned to a wall.

This is… different.

This feels so different.

Garrison’s eyes never leave mine as he slowly pumps. My pussy clenches around him, and he dips his head to claim my lips in a sumptuous kiss.

His pelvis hits mine and he touches the end of me.

It isn’t enough. I rake my nails down his back, grip his ass and lift my hips up to meet his next heavy thrust.

He releases a groan of such desperate need into my mouth, and then his control snaps.

His hips slap against mine.

My climax tears through me as Garrison rips his mouth from mine and strains deep.

I cry out, arching under him as his cock flares, base swelling and swelling until it locks us together. My eyes roll back as pressure and pleasure shove me into another explosive climax.

I have my legs curled around Garrison’s body and his breathing is loud in my ear as his fingers spasm on my hips, filling me with his come. He’s locked inside me; his cock is twitching, forcing me to take every bit of the come he empties into me. He can’t move, and neither can I.

I squeeze my eyes shut, angling my head away as I wait for him to slip out. With the desperate roaring need for his knot eased—for now at least—tension stiffens my spine.

Garrison, who is surprisingly not crushing me despite his larger, heavier body, trails a series of soft kisses along my throat.

My eyes flutter open and my voice is husky as I ask, “Garrison. What are you doing?”

He slides his palm up my right arm and cradles the back of my neck. “What does it look like? Caring for my omega.”

He slants his head, giving me a deep, open mouth kiss before I can tell him I’m really not his omega. And as the kiss extends, I start to feel like maybe I am. Because he’s proving time after time that he knows how to take care of me.

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