Page 42 of Packed in the Fire house

“So wet,” he murmured against the skin of my neck, which he was sucking on between words.

“Need,” I whined, pulling him closer so his cock was lined up with my now-exposed pussy. “Fuck me, alpha,” I ground out, nipping at his chest.

His eyes darkened, and his grip on me tightened as he pushed forward, filling me in one firm, powerful thrust.

I saw stars.

No, that wasn’t strong enough. I saw entire fucking universes as my vision whited out and every nerve in my body screamed with pleasure at being stretched so… fucking… perfectly.

He wasn’t even knotting me yet.

He would be soon, if I had anything to say about it.

“Fucking hell, you’re like a vise.”

“So big,” I murmured, throwing my head back. Walker took the opportunity to attack my nipples, sucking on them so hard my entire body trembled. He clearly had a very talented mouth.

Lucky me.

Knot. Alpha. Mine.

It was like a mantra in my head. Slick poured from me as my pussy cried to be knotted.

“Fuck me, I’m not going to last,” Walker panted, as he set a strong, delicious pace.

I was too far gone to fully understand him. My orgasm was already close and, fuck me, I wanted to come on his knot.

“Please, knot me,” I whined pathetically.

Walker growled. “I’ll knot you when you come, omega,” he said, one of his fingers finding my clit and tapping on it lightly.

That was all I needed.

I detonated around his cock, my body shuddering in his grasp. With a roar, he thrust one last time, right as I was in the middle of my release, burying himself in me completely as his knot expanded, filling me oh so amazingly.

“That’s it, omega, drench my knot in that sweet slick.” He groaned, thrusting once more as his knot expanded, stretching me to capacity.

The stretching.

Holy fuck, the stretching.

I wasn’t new to knotting, but when Gregory had knotted me, it feltnothinglike this. With him, it was cold, impersonal. It was almost painful.

With Walker, it felt goddamn euphoric. His knot was touching every inch of my walls, hitting and stretching places that had been otherwise unexplored until that moment.

Huh, so Gregory must have had a tiny knot…

Good to know.

My orgasm was still going, the knotting making it last impossibly long.

I wasn’t going to survive it.

What a way to go, though.

My lips found Walker’s shoulder at the same time his found my neck.

Everything felt good. So fucking good.

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