Page 52 of Stella

“Are you okay?” His voice was rough.

“Amazing.” I wanted him again, even though we were knotted together, and I’d have to wait.

Something about him chasing me down and then throwing me against a wall to have his wicked way with me had turned me on more than I’d thought possible.

Simon cupped my breasts. “You want me to keep fucking you.”

My back arched into his touch and everything went liquid. “Yes.”

My entire body was a lit fuse, and I was one touch away from going off.

“Insatiable.” He sounded pleased, stroking his hands down my body with an air of possession that had me panting.

He touched me like he’d known my body for years. I shouldn’t have found his possessiveness so hot: I was an omega who didn’t need a pack, and he was acting like I was here for his pleasure.

I shuddered at the thought. Hormones were a bitch, and it didn’t matter that logically, I didn’t want or need a pack.

Right now, with his knot inside me, I didn’t care. I wanted him to know me, to see me.

“You want to move or are you okay here?” He caressed a hand down my shoulder and pressed a soft kiss against the tender skin.

I almost melted. “Let’s move.”

“Of course.”

Simon shifted out of his pants, and then carefully moved us to the countertop next to us.

I sighed. I’d liked being pressed against the wall, but this gave my muscles a break.

“It’s a shame I couldn’t wait until we got back to your cottage,” he rumbled, running his hands down my back. The cold granite countertop shocked my heated skin, and I shivered, not sure whether I was hot or cold. “I could have fucked your ass while Evan knotted you.”

I whimpered.

“No lube here, darling,” he said. “Later.”

Later. I like the sound of later.

He kept caressing me, running his hands over my hips, my back, touching my hair, my thighs, every inch of skin his hands could reach. I soaked up the attention, until I was rocking against his knot.

It was the perfect single moment when my lover was locked inside me, his flesh joined with my own. I liked to tug enough to remind myself there was no pulling out right now, while we were joined together.

Simon moved his hand beneath me and pressed against my clit. I moaned as he rubbed slow circles.

“You’re very warm,” Simon said, his fingertip moving almost lazily around me.

“I’m about to be in heat,” I panted, pressing my palms flat against the countertop. If I braced myself, I might get a little leverage.

“No about to be.” Simon dropped a kiss on my shoulder. “You are definitely in heat.”

His finger flicked over my clit, and I bucked. “Simon, please.”

“We’ll have to get you back to your nest. I’ll let Jerrick and Evan know.”

“Yes,” I whimpered. “Tell them to bring Tony’s.”

“You shouldn’t say another man’s name while I’m knotted inside you.”

I wiggled again, the knife of pleasure twisting inside me. I was so close to coming again, but I’d had enough orgasms to sate some of my immediate need.

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