Page 31 of Excess

“Who’s in charge here, princess?” I asked, leaning down and nipping the tip of her nose with my teeth.

“You are, alpha.” All the tension in her muscles melted away in an instant. “But I’m still going to make you work for that submission.”

“I’d be disappointed if you didn’t. On your hands and knees, omega.” I released her hair, stroking her spine as she shifted into position for me, apparently not in the mood to argue with that request. The silky dress thing slid forwards, and she pulled it over her head in one smooth movement, tossing it aside.

What a view. Inika’s narrow, toned waist flared out at the hips, curving into a spectacular round ass that I wanted to take a bite out of.

I took my time drinking her in, watching as her pussy grew wetter with each second that ticked by.

“Do you like being bent over like this for me, omega?” I slid a hand between her thighs, roughly cupping her pussy and circling her clit with my middle finger. Inika bucked back against me, her head coming up as her spine dipped down, pushing her ass higher in the air.

“Yes, alpha. I love it.”

I bit down hard on my inner cheeks, forcing myself not to ask who this pussy belonged to. This omega doesn’t belong to you as much as you want her.

“Ride my hand,” I ordered. Unnecessarily, as Inika already was. “Make yourself come like this. Filthy, shameless, perfect omega.”

Inika moaned, her fists balling up the sheets on either side of her head as she rocked her hips with increasing urgency. I squeezed the base of my cock, giving my barely swollen knot the pressure it needed, though it was a poor imitation of the real thing.

Slick dripped down my hand, coating my skin as Inika found her release. As much as I wanted to savour the moment, I was too fucking desperate for her. I grabbed Inika’s hips, yanked her higher, and buried myself to the hilt in one smooth thrust.

Why did she have to feel like home? It was very inconvenient.

Inika pushed herself up on her hands, arching back like she was trying to get closer. She wants to be held, my long dormant instincts commanded, reading her body language. I lifted Inika back against my chest, one arm banded around her waist, the other hand cupping her throat as I bounced her on my cock. I could have sworn that a spot beneath my fingers burned, reminding me exactly where my bite would go if Inika were mine.

“Does that feel good, princess? Have you been craving these filthy hands on you all day?”

Inika whined out some noise of agreement, her nails digging into my forearm as she clung onto me.

“I have. I’ve been fantasising about you in those thigh-high stockings all fucking weekend.”

At some point, we both fell forwards onto the mattress, and I kept her pinned underneath me—careful not to crush her with my full weight—as I rutted her like a fucking beast.

“Is it too much?” I asked, trying to find some semblance of control.

“No!” Inika gasped, arching back into my touch as she clenched around me, her voice cracking as she came. “It’s perfect. You’re perfect.”

I growled some affectionate nonsense in her ear that I hoped neither of us would remember, pressing her into the mattress as my orgasm hit. Inika shifted, bending one leg so I could push in deeper, lodging my knot in place and sending us both into orbit once more.

My fingers tangled with hers, clutching them tightly as we came back down. The way Inika squeezed my knot made my vision go hazy. Had sex always felt this good? Had it just been so long that I’d forgotten?

For a few long moments, we both laid still, trying to catch our breath. There was no awkwardness this time—I had no qualms about putting my hands on every inch of her skin that I could reach.

“We’ve got to stop meeting like this,” Inika said casually, her voice slightly muffled by the mattress.

“Don’t make me laugh right now. If I come again, I’ll pass out.”

“Can you laugh?” she asked dubiously. The little minx.

“As far as I know, though, I’m a little out of practice.” Not that I’d ever been fun, but I’d been more fun than I was now.

“Well, that’s a tantalising challenge,” Inika mused, folding her arms beneath her head and lying her cheek on them. Her profile was so elegant, it looked like the gods themselves had carved each plane and contour of her face.

Why was this exquisite woman letting me put my calloused hands all over her?

“Should we talk about what we’re doing here?” I asked gruffly. I didn’t particularly want to break the spell, but I possessed just enough emotional maturity to know that not talking about it would make it worse in the long run. Now that she’d seen my life and met my niece, this thing between us felt more real than it had last week.

“Now?” Inika asked, voice thick with amusement. I supposed the timing was a little awkward, considering we were knotted together.

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