Page 55 of Packed in the Fire house

“Next time,” I panted.

He chuckled. “I left you too long, didn’t I? Can’t let my omega get so needy for my cock.” The hand that wasn’t tangled in my hair held my hip, keeping me pressed firmly against him.

“Yep,” I agreed, but the word came out as more of a ragged pant than a fully formed word. I couldn’t string a sentence together; all I could think about was getting knotted again.

Using his grip on my waist, Walker turned me with next to no effort. For a split second, I panicked, thinking I was going to slip. That would be just my luck—getting sexy in the shower, only to end up a broken puddle on the floor.

Thankfully, Walker had it all under control. As I flattened my hands against the wall, he pressed himself against my back, one hand pulling the hair off my neck as his lips found my skin and started sucking. Hard.

He was probably going to leave a mark, but deep down, I loved that idea. I wanted him to cover me in his marks, his cum, and his scent.

“You taste so fucking good,” he said, lips still pressed against my skin.

I shoved my hips back, desperately seeking friction. “Fuck me,” I whined.

“I should ease you into it more,” he muttered, his hand circling my breast, flicking at my nipple.

“Now,” I growled desperately. “Please. Oh, fuck, please. Walker, I need you to fuck me.”

He groaned, a pained sound. “How the fuck can I resist when you beg so beautifully?” he asked, lining himself up with my weeping pussy.

One thrust, that’s all it took for his cock to fill me, stretching my walls to their limits. Every nerve ending in my body sang with happiness as my hands scrambled futilely for grip on the tile.

“So fucking good.” Walker nipped my shoulder. “How am I supposed to get anything done when I know your pussy feels this good? It’s all I can think about.”

My pebbled nipples pressed against the cold tile, only ramping up the sensations more. He wasn’t moving, and I needed that delicious friction.

“Walker,” I whined, thrusting my hips back.

“I’m just taking a moment to enjoy the feel of you wrapped around me,” he said between peppering kisses on my neck.

“You know, you can enjoy that for an extended period of time while you’re knotted in me.”

The sting of his teeth nipping my neck was meant to be a warning, but it only served to make my insides turn to goo and my legs tremble.

“Brat.” Walker laughed.

“Am I wrong?” I said breathlessly.

He hummed. “I suppose not.”

That was all the warning I got before he reared back until the head of his cock was brushing my entrance. He made me wait; it was only a second or two, but I was going out of my mind with the need to be full.

When he thrust, bottoming out, my vision went white and my body convulsed, walls clamping down on his cock, desperately seeking a knot.

All it took was that one stroke, and I was coming on his cock, wave after wave of bliss rocking through my body.

God, I needed that.

“Already?” Walker chuckled, his breath tickling my ear. “I’ve been neglecting this needy pussy, haven’t I?”

I took in a ragged breath before speaking. “You’re the one who woke it up from its long, long slumber.”

Walker tutted, the sound oddly sexy. “Well, I promise I won’t be neglecting my duties anymore,” he said as his hand circled my hip, finding my clit.

I was already sensitive from my first orgasm, so when he reared back, almost all the way out, and filled me again and again, his fingers on my clit… I was a goner.

My core was clenching, like I was already close to the edge. Surely, I wasn’t going to come again so soon? In the past, I had been a one-orgasm-per-fuck girl, if I was lucky.

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