Page 20 of Big Knot Energy (Shadowverse)

As I finally began to come down from the release and the aftershocks slowed, he pulled back and smirked down at me. “I wanted those moans all to myself.”

“And I want you inside of me. More than your fingers.”

Yep. I’d gotten off by his mouth and fingers. And now I wanted to feel that bulge that had been teasing me all night bared to my hand,my mouth, and my body. I wanted to feel him stretching me, filling me. I wanted to fall apart around him again, to hear his sounds of pleasure.

Instead of waiting for him, I reached between us and fumbled with his button and zipper, my numb, drunken fingers slipping a few times as we giggled.

“Bend me over the desk,” I said, my voice throaty, husky, and completely alien to my own ears.

I squealed a giggle when he pulled me from the door and whirled me toward the desk that smelled heavily of Cyrus’s warm, wet wood scent. And for some reason, being taken by a stranger over his desk made me wetter than I’d known was possible for a beta.

Any plans I’d made of stroking him with my hand, of taking him into my mouth, went right out the window when one of his hands gripped my hip so hard, I hoped it would leave bruises while the other shoved my panties to the side again so he could press himself against my core, the smooth head nudging against my entrance.

Glancing at the omega over my shoulder, I said something I had never thought would leave my lips.

“Fuck me hard.”

A very unomega-like growl rumbled from him a second before he whipped his hips forward, slamming into me, his cock stretching me almost to the point of pain. He was so thick, so long.

I’d never been with an omega, but from everything I’d ever heard, male omegas tended to be tender and sensitive and small…everywhere.

Either Amir was an anomaly, or all those people were full of shit.

There was nothing small or tender about the way his hips smacked against my ass, causing my own hips to hit the edge of the desk as I scrambled for something to keep me steady and only causing a mess on the desktop as I knocked over a cup of pens and sent loose papers fluttering to the floor.

“Holy fuck,” Amir growled. “You are so fucking perfect.”

Something else I’d never heard from a single person in my life. And I didn’t care whether he was as drunk as me, if he was sayingwhat he wanted me to hear, or if his hindbrain had taken over. At this moment, all I cared about was how he was making me feel, the sensations he stirred in my body, in my mind, deep inside my chest.

We weren’t using protection, but omegas couldn’t impregnate anyone. Not that he couldn’t have some kind of scary disease. But my brain was equal parts desire and liquor; there was no room for forethought or logic. Only want. Only desire. Only need.

The grunts coming from Amir was like gasoline on a flame, sending me spiraling, spiraling, spiraling, until I threw back my head and cried out with another release.

“Your cunt is squeezing my dick so perfectly. I want to come in you. I want you to walk through that club smelling like me for the rest of the night.”

“Yes. Please. Fill me. Come in me,” I cried between nonsensical sounds and words.

Both hands gripped my hips hard, he slammed into me hard enough I wondered if he hadn’t actually bruised my cervix, then the sexiest guttural moan floated around me as heat filled me with each twitch and jerk of his dick.

As we stayed the way we were, my forehead resting against the cool wood, his big body draped over my back, and his cock still deep inside me, the beeps of the outside lock came a second before the knob turned, then a heavy fist pounded against the door.

“Issa?” Enzo’s deep voice came through the door.

Shit. This was not how I wanted them to see me, some wanton slut fucking a stranger in one of their offices at the club they owned.

“Your alpha?” Amir asked, quickly pulling from me and helping me fix my dress before tucking his cock away.

“Yeah,” I said instead of once again explaining our living situation.

Running my fingers through my hair and swiping them across my lips to fix my makeup, I hurried to the door and turned the deadbolt out of place before opening the door to find Enzo smirking at me with a raised brow.

His eyes rose over my head, a look of surprise and something elseflitting across his face before he stepped further into the room and closed the door behind him.

“Guess I don’t need to make introductions,” Enzo said.

I frowned at him, then turned to look at Amir.

Amir’s brows were raised up his forehead. “This is one of your alphas?”

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