Page 105 of The Alpha Under My Bed

She shattered.

Her body locked up, the cries ripping from her, raw and desperate, her name falling from her lips like a prayer.

I kissed my way up her body, pressing my weight into her, my cock grinding against her soaked heat, teasing her entrance, just enough to drive her insane.

She clawed at my back, wrecked, desperate. “Mal, please,” she gasped, her lips trembling against mine. “I need?—”

I lined up, pressing just an inch inside, groaning as her body clenched around me, trying to pull me deeper, already wanting everything I had to give.

“Tell me what you need, sweetheart,” I growled against her throat, fighting my own instincts to thrust deeper.

She whimpered, squirming beneath me, her body so fucking eager. “I need your knot.”

And that was it.

I snapped.

I slammed into her, stretching her wide, filling her completely, claiming her in every way that mattered.

She sobbed, her body tightening, her slick making it too fucking easy, too perfect, too overwhelming.

I set a brutal pace, driving her up the bed, chasing the inevitable, losing myself in the pleasure of her.

Her nails raked down my back, her legs locked around my waist, pulling me deeper, forcing me to give her all of it.

Her body fluttered around me, tightening, her breath coming in sharp, desperate cries—and then?—

She came hard.

Her bond flared, her body clamping down on me so tight that the world tilted, stars exploding in my vision.

Don’t come. Don’t come. Don’t come.

I exhaled hard, panting, still buried so fucking deep inside her I could feel her heartbeat against mine, and then?—

“Fuck. Your glasses.”

Ellie blinked up at me, dazed, her lips parting like she was struggling to understand the words, like she barely remembered what glasses even were. Heat had already eaten away at her mind, making her soft, needy, utterly ruined.

“Huh?” she managed, still breathless.

I groaned, dropping my forehead against hers. “They’re still in the fucking warehouse,” I muttered, the realization hittingme like a delayed punch to the gut. Gone. Trampled. Probably broken as shit.

She just blinked at me again, completely unfazed.

I let out a slow, heavy breath, brushing my nose against hers, then growled, “I’ll buy you fifty more.”

Then I kissed her.

Then I fucked her harder.

Because nothing was getting between me and my omega.

She sobbed, her body tightening, her slick making it too easy, too perfect, too much.

I set a brutal pace, driving her up the bed, chasing the inevitable, losing myself in her.

Her nails raked down my back, her legs locked around my waist, forcing me deeper, forcing me to give her everything.

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