Page 29 of Shrine of Fire

“Mmmm my alpha has been in fights.” I kissed his shoulders. Warmth pulsed in my core, and I resisted the urge to climb on top of him and knot myself.

I let my hand wander down further, lightly running my nails over his abs. Hashir shuddered again and smoothed out his breathing.

“I danced a hundred dances tonight.” I licked his shoulder. “I wanted you there, to take me to the side and push my dress up, bend me over and knot me for your pleasure.”

Hashir rumbled. “Just the bonus alpha, remember? Stefan’s the one in charge.”

“Does that mean you’ll sneak into my window?” I asked sweetly. “Come service me in the night when I’m wet and lonely?”

His breath caught, and his hips twisted. I wrapped my hand around his cock. He hissed, his hips bucking up. His knot was already forming, and his hands curled into fists at his sides.

“Sleeping alphas can’t touch my breasts.” I licked his neck. “Can’t put their fingers inside my pussy and make me beg them to make me come.”

Hashir’s chest rumbled, and he shifted against my hand. I stroked him slowly, gently, loving the thick weight of him in my hands. I slid the bed sheet off so I could look at him.

“What a delicious cock you have,” I breathed, kissing down his chest. Something about him laying still and letting me do whatever I wanted went straight to my head. I had power over my alpha, without playing at taking it. “I dream about it every day, how it feels to have you knot me.”

My core clenched at my words, at the memories of Hashir doing just that, of him pounding into me until we were both out of breath and screaming. Or when he went slow and took his time, unraveling us both until he’d wrung orgasm after orgasm out of me.

Usually, I always thought too hard during sex, knowing how much I craved the feeling of having Hashir’s body inside mine. It never felt like cheating, not exactly, but when I was reacting purely as an omega, it was still strange to think of someone other than my lost pack in my bed.

This didn’t feel like an adjustment. I hooked my leg over Hashir and slid down his body.

Hashir groaned and bucked up. “Nova.”

“What good dreams you have,” I breathed, a thread of need breaking through. I moved down his body until I could lick up his cock, so I could watch him come off the bed.

“Oh, my girl. I thought you were going to pleasure yourself on—"

He groaned as I pulled him into my mouth. The thick head of his cock barely fit, and I had to concentrate on swallowing him down.

Hashir’s hands came to my head, tangling his fingers into my hair in amongst the pins as I hadn’t taken them out. “Oh baby, yes. Good girl.”

I swirled my tongue around his length, loving the musky sweet taste of him. I popped off his cock and smiled. “Oh, I will. First, I want to taste you.”

I pulled him back into my mouth. I gave myself to the scent of him, the silk on steel of his shaft and cupped his knot with my hands.

“Seven hells,” Hashir bucked up. “Keep doing that woman, and you know what you’ll get.”

I moaned against him, heat licking over my body. I craved the feeling of belonging, of connection. I moved my head up and down on his cock, listening to his pitched cries, until I knew he was about to cum.

I pulled off. Hashir groaned, then complained, “What am I, just a plaything?”

I sat up, positioning myself over him. “I thought that’s what you wanted.” My voice was husky. “For me to use you for my pleasure.”

“You’re evil,” he said with a grin. “Come on, baby. Use my cock.” He folded his hands beneath his head, and I sank down onto him.

I moaned. This position made everything feel even more intense and, when I reached his knot, I was already feeling stretched. I let out a whimper.

He rolled his hips, sending shocks through my body from my pussy all the way up to my hair, it felt. I was wet enough to knot myself on him, but I wanted to drag this out.

I rose up and slowly sank back down, the delicious stretch of him making my toes curl. “Oh, Hashir. Oh yes.”

“Come on, baby, you’re doing great.”

I panted, and started rocking on him, moving up and down.

Hashir ran his hands over my thighs. “That’s it, I’m all yours.”

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