Page 187 of Captive Omega

Minutes later, his knot releases me, and he eases out of me as he gently turns me.

“Garrison?” I cry out as my stomach cramps. “I need?—”

But he’s kissing the back of my throat as he parts my thighs and pushes back into me. My head lowers to the bed. This new position with his body stretched out on top of mine, my legs slightly parted, as he thrusts into me, adds a new depth that steals the breath from my lungs.

“Resa?” he growls against my throat.

I’m burning up inside as I moan into the mattress, but that soft note in his voice compels me to lift my head and turn to look at him.

We look at each other as he grinds each inch into me.

“Yes?” I gasp.

He thrusts, the corners of his eyes pinching as his muscled thighs hold me in place. “Need to see I’m giving you everything you need.”

“Oh…” I moan as he rolls his hips.

“You fight to keep me inside you, sweet Resa,” he grunts as he swivels his hips again. “You make pulling out the last thing I want.”

I drag in a ragged breath and moan, “So stay.”

He stops thrusting. I hadn’t thought he would. He lies half on top of me, careful not to crush me as his cock throbs inside me.

He doesn’t move, and it is killing me that he isn’t.

“Garrison…” I whimper, writhing. “I need…”

He presses his head to mine. “I feel you squeezing me, Resa. I feel you coming.” He groans, a sound ripped from deep in his chest, and I can’t wait any longer.

“Garrison…” I grab a pillow, clinging to it as my climax hits. As my body tightens around him, he crashes his mouth to mine, gasping as his cock swells, the base locking us together.

Time loses all meaning.

When I’m awake, minutes pass, or maybe an hour, and I burn from the inside out. I cry out, needing relief and for Garrison to put out the fire. And he’s there.

The burn eases, but my need for Garrison grows more intense each time we come together, and I don’t know why.

I don’t remember falling asleep.

I wake with a clean body and my head in Garrison’s lap. He brushes the hair back from my face, watching me carefully as he feeds me cut up fruit and chicken, between small sips of water that someone—maybe him, maybe Lex, or Vaughn—brought up.

His concerned eyes rove my face, as if waiting to give me the next thing I need.

He’s there when the next stomach cramp hits, nudging my thighs open and slipping inside to knot me until he extinguishes the fire.

I sleep again.

Moonlight peeks through almost closed drapes, and my stomach cramping isn’t the thing that woke me this time.

The soft kiss on my lips, the slow trail of fingers down my spine, does that.

Garrison is on his side, facing me, and his expression is soft. “Do you need?”

I open my mouth to tell him my cramp isn’t so bad, that my breasts aren’t as sore, and I think my heat is nearly over. Instead, I say…

“Yes.”

He draws me close, lips claiming mine. We wind our arms and legs around each other as he thrusts inside me.

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