Page 51 of Sweet Heat

Scent. Mate. Safe.

The connection between us buzzes and hums, making everything right in the world. His pheromones and comforting presence replace my anxiety with a feeling of wholeness.

“Miller. Fuck me, please,” I beg, my lashes fluttering open. Deep concern creases the lines of his face, and his arms shake with the effort of holding back. I’m still caged below him, but I run my hands down his abs, reaching for his cock once again and letting my fingers circle his thick girth.

“I don’t want to hurt you. Can’t have you regret this.” His voice breaks with vulnerability.

“Do you love me?” I ask, pumping him slowly. My Alpha’s partially inflated knot rubs against my knuckles, and I swallow hard with anticipation.

“More than anything,” he promises, thrusting forward with a grunt.

“Then there’s nothing to regret.” My nipples pucker to the point of pain and with a needy moan, I bring my hands back to his face, lifting my neck to press our lips together for a quick kiss.

“I’m going to make you see stars.” With that promise, his restraint snaps, and he crashes his mouth down on mine, demanding access. I open to him, and he devours me, our tongues dancing until I’m breathless. Only then does he pull back and begin trailing sharp little nips over my collarbone and down my sternum. My breasts scream for attention, but he continueshis descent, following the valley of my skin to my belly button. His tongue flicks inside, making me jump, but the frantic need doesn’t stop there. Miller follows the slope of my body until he’s reached my pussy.

With a fluid motion, he wedges himself between my legs, tossing them over his shoulders and using his hand to part my folds.

“Play with your breasts,” he directs, blowing air directly on my clit until I do what he says. Rolling my nipples between my fingers and tugging them rhythmically, the tight coil of pleasure is everywhere. “Keep your eyes on me.”

Barely able to speak, I nod, watching his Alpha take over completely at the taste of my slick.

“Fucking delicious.” He licks a stripe up my pussy, then does it again and again until his face is shiny with my desire. Then his gaze locks on mine, and he smiles before sucking my sensitive clit between his lips. It’s too much and not enough. My back arches and my hips rocket up at the sensation, but he just sucks harder, winding me up faster than I thought imaginable.

Using a big hand on my lower belly, he presses me back down, holding me steady against the assault. My body flushes with heat, and I tug my nipples, heart racing as ecstasy builds quickly. I won’t be able to stop it. My toes curl, and a scream tears from my throat as the edge appears.

Miller’s tongue slaps against that bundle of nerves, and suddenly, one of his fingers enters my core, sending me hurtling right over.

“Millerrrrrrr,” I cry, every muscle locking up as my orgasm steamrollsthrough.

“Good girl. Good omega,” he praises, pressing his finger further in as the aftershocks take control. The intrusion feels incredible, and I can’t wait for more. “You’re so tight. So wet for me.”

“Need you,” I pant, rolling my hips. Trying to get him deeper.

“Need you too, my mate.” He rubs a calloused thumb over my clit, and I jump, but more slick gushes forth, soaking his hand. Without further hesitation, he pulls his finger from my body, and I immediately miss its thickness. But then he grasps his cock and uses my arousal to coat himself from tip to root.

Hell fucking yes.

My belly quivers, and I whimper with need as he guides the nearly purple tip to my entrance. The veins of his cock have become pronounced, winding over his shaft like vines leading to his already engorged knot. The ring of muscle is thick and heavy at the base of his cock, and I can’t believe all that is going to fit inside me. Even knowing my omega biology makes it possible doesn’t stop the nervous butterflies from taking flight.

“I love you so much,” Miller whispers, gripping my hips. His eyes lock on mine and arch toward him in invitation. Digging his knees into the mattress, Miller pushes forward, inching into my virgin pussy with the utmost care. The intrusion makes me gasp, the sensation so foreign but not unpleasant. He’s barely inside, but the stretch is intense, and I try to breathe through the discomfort.

He pushes in another inch, and my core clamps down, making Miller’s cock kick inside me. His muscles lock up, fingers tightening, digging into my skin as he convulses with a grunt.

What thehell?

“Holy shit,” Miller mutters, panting as ropes of cum fill me.

Did he just?

“Are we done?” I ask, voice shaking. I try to keep the disappointment off my face, not wanting him to feel bad—after all, this was his first time, too.

Red flames Miller’s cheeks, and his jaw grinds in determination.

“One down, infinity to go. Are you ready for me, omega?” he growls, eyes locking on me like a predator scenting their prey.

His still-hard shaft slides in further, lubricated by our combined arousal, and I feel him come to a barrier inside. Glancing between us, I gape when my eyes fall on the spot where our bodies come together. Miller’s thick, soaked shaft shines in the low lights. He’s not even halfway in.Holy shit.I’m already stretched uncomfortably around him, and these slow glides aren’t helping. Impatience prickles at me when Miller stills, drawing back and then sliding in again to let me adjust, but he stops each time he reaches the proof of my innocence.

“Do it,” I demand. “Make me yours.”

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