Page 93 of Knot a Thief

Her back arches, and she rides her fingers again.

“Good girl.”

She screams. “Alpha.”

It seems my omega likes a little praise, because that’s all it seems to take.

Her breasts are bouncing as her body convulses underneath me.

“That’s it, omega. Come for your alpha.” I press my thumb over her clit and rub, not stopping as her climax goes on and on. And I won't stop it. “Keep coming for me. Imagine my knot taking you right at this moment and filling you up.”

“Oh my God,” she cries out.

I groan and my cock pulses.

“Max.”

And I let out a low moan when she calls out my name.

Not alpha—Max. Just like the moment before I claimed her during her heat.

I smile.

Her acknowledging me is making my knot desperately ache to be inside her. I ignore it once again and watch as she settles her back on the tiles, unbothered by the water.

I rest on my haunches, watching her watching me as I continue to pump my cock.

When her tongue licks over her bottom lip, I groan. I’m getting so close to coming.

Her eyes are on mine for a moment before roaming down my body and my hand as it quickens with her gaze.

My entire body stiffens as my orgasm peaks.

“Open your legs. Let me see my pussy.”

Ava stares into my eyes, obeying.

I press one hand on the tile beside her hip and continue pumping my cock with the other. I need to be quick because my inner alpha is roaring to be inside her.

I stare at her glistening pussy.

“Fuck!”

My knot inflates. My balls tighten as I shoot hot liquid over her pussy, marking her like a beast.

The same as I do this time every morning, I unwrap my arms from her body, slowly stroking my palm over my growing baby in her belly.

She’ll never know. At least, until she’s ready.

After pushing myself off the bed, I inhale her perfume one last time. Then I sneak away from her bedroom before she wakes.

She’ll hate to find me there, but after cleaning her last night, I found it so hard to leave her. And last night we turned a corner. She pushed against me as she slept.

It was also different because it was the first night she had never tossed and turned in her sleep. She slept soundly in my arms.

I purred into her hair for most of the night, and my heart thumped so hard, like it was trying to break out of my rib cage.

Since I claimed her, I’ve felt every one of her emotions as it seeped through our bond, and surprisingly last night, for the time ever, hate wasn’t one of them and I managed to remove the fear that took me to her room.

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