Page 52 of Sweet Heat

With a deep rumbling growl that shakes the bed, heightening everything, Miller surges forward wildly. With a single hard thrust, he tears through my virginity, and the sting makes me cry out. His thick cock splits me in two, and though I know my biology is meant to take it, the pressure is unbearable. Pain quickly overtakes pleasure, and tears build behind my eyes, so I slam them shut as I try to hold back. I’ve wanted this forever…

Warm hands grip my face, and Miller stills, his cock still lodged inside me.

“Posie, look at me,” he barks, and my eyelids flutter open, my vision tunneling to just him. “I know it hurts, sweet omega. I’m gonna make it better. You want that? Or you want to stop?”

The husky rasp of his voice and deep concern prods my inner omega, allowing my desire to awaken once again. My pussy ripples around him, slowly acclimating to his size.

“M-more,” I whisper, not quite sure what I’m condemning myself to—heaven or hell?

Miller feathers kisses across my cheeks, his hands stroking my body until he reaches my already sensitive nipples. They harden immediately at his touch, spiking electric pulses straight to my clit with every pluck and twist. The slick between my legs grows once again, trickling down my thighs as my body relaxes, readying for more.

Slowly, we writhe together once more, our bodies dancing in a rhythm as old as time. The give and take that comes naturally between an Alpha and omega. His hardness, lodged deep within my pussy, slides in and out, muting the pain and replacing it with delicious friction that causes pleasure to awaken with every shift of his hips.

Sensing my growing need, Miller wedges a hand between us to stimulate my clit. A long, low wail pulls from my chest, and my body tingles. Wet sounds fill the room with every slap of our bodies, making my heart pound. My legs wrap around his waist, drawing him in deeper, and suddenly, he hits a spot that makes me see stars.

“Right there. Just like that. Oh, God, Alpha.” Nonsense rolls from my mouth as he pumps into that spot until I’m gasping for air. Pleasure pulses with every thrust, and I surrender to myAlpha, letting the sensations wash over me in waves, building and growing until they threaten to take me under.

“Good girl. Good omega. Come for me,” he rasps, and it’s just what I need. Ecstasy swamps me as my orgasm shatters, tearing through me with the seismic force of a tsunami. Time loses all meaning until there is nothing but joy.

Something wide and hard nudges against my opening. Throwing my head back, I beg for what I need, the culmination of our first mating.

“Knot me, Alpha,” I cry, wanting nothing more than to take every inch of him and fulfill our destiny. His hands grip my hips, opening me further. His already-inflated knot pushes inside, forcing my pussy wide with a pinch.

“Take it. Take all of me,” he barks, and with a shudder, my opening relaxes enough to allow his knot to pop in. The sense of fullness is mind-blowing, and I gasp before groaning. Miller uses small thrusts to continue working his way in and each one makes my toes curl. Little sparks fill me, and spots swirl through my vision as he continues to rut. “You’re amazing, Puff. Your pussy was made for my cock.”

Miller grunts with every thrust, sweat droplets forming on his brow.

“Fuck, I can’t hold on,” he swears, and it’s okay because I’m there, too. His thumb returns to my clit, circling it smoothly until my back arches off the bed and my hips jerk. My walls flutter, then snap down on Miller’s knot, making him come with a roar. As jets of his release pour into my womb, his knot expands inside me, rubbing against that special spot deep within. I try to suck in a breath, but the sweet cinnamon scent of churros andcaramel hits my nose, and I can’t get enough. Everything inside me lights up, filling with love and connection. All the muscles in my body tighten, and I’m tossed off the edge once again with a scream.

The orgasm seems to go on forever, Miller rutting, grinding, massaging every pleasure center inside my oversensitive pussy with his knot until he collapses on top of me, both of us limp. Spent with the bliss of finally becoming what we were always meant to be.

The comfort of his weight is a blanket for my senses, allowing my breathing to slow and my eyes to gently shut. Miller shifts, his knot tugging where we’re joined, and I pull him back down.

“No. Stay,” I whimper, not wanting to move from this position—ever.

“I’m not going anywhere. I just want you to be on top, so I don’t squish you,” he explains, running gentle hands through my hair while pressing his belly down.

“Like it,” I mutter, wrapping my arms around him and tugging him until he’s flush against me before tucking my nose into the crook of his shoulder and taking deep hits of his mouthwatering scent.

It’s still there.

With fresh churros swirling around me, I give up my battle with sleep and let the sweetest dreams claim me.

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Posie goes lax beneath me, her breathing slowing and her sweet cotton candy mellowing as she falls asleep.

I know I should rest with her, but I’m wired as hell, barely able to believe that this just happened.The love of my life is locked on my knot. And sex, well, it’s… holy fuck… just…

Careful not to hurt her, I bring Posie’s leg over my hip and slowly twist until we’re on our sides. My girl’s nose wrinkles for a moment but quickly smooths out when I pull a fluffy blanket around us tokeep her warm.

Posie’s long hair is mussed, her lips swollen and red from our passion. She’s never looked more beautiful, more mine, and I don’t want to miss an instant by falling asleep. Even as the endorphins try to lull me away, I fight back—needing to plot, to plan, to keep her with me forever.

Is it too early to bring her to the house? To show her the nest I built for her?

Brushing my hand over her hair, I allow my fingers to continue downward, skimming along her throat until I trace a pattern on the place where my bond mark will soon sit. I’m not sure how long it will be before she goes into heat, but all I know is once she does, she’ll be mine forever.

Intrusive thoughts make my head pound—images of someone else finding her in heat, her parents forbidding our relationship, losing her—I know it’s going to be even harder to let her out of my sight now that we’ve been together like this. My hips pump involuntarily, making my cock kick deep inside her and keeping my knot swollen.

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