Page 69 of Nesting With My Three Alphas
"You're so tight," Micah breathed, his voice strained with the effort of maintaining control. "So absolutely fucking perfect. Like you were made for me."
When he was fully seated inside me, when we were joined as completely as two people could be, Micah pressed his forehead against mine and breathed out a sound that was half prayer, half possession.
"Mine," he whispered, beginning to move with long, slow strokes that built pleasure like a symphony. "My omega, my heart, my everything."
The words sent me spiraling toward another climax, this one deeper and more profound than the first.
Each movement sent sparks through my nervous system, every nerve ending hypersensitive from my heat. I could feel every inch of him sliding in and out of me, could feel the way my body welcomed him like he belonged there.
"Does this feel good?" Micah asked, his voice tender despite the obvious strain of holding back. "Am I making you feel good?"
"So good," I moaned, my back arching as he found that perfect angle that made me see stars. "Don't stop, please don't stop."
"Never," Micah promised, his rhythm becoming slightly more urgent as my responses drove him toward his own release. "I could do this forever. Could love you forever."
The words combined with the perfect drag of his cock inside me sent me climbing toward another peak.
"I can feel you getting close again," Micah said, his hand slipping between us to find my clit. "Come for me, sweetheart. Come around my cock."
The dual sensation of him inside me and his fingers on my clit was overwhelming. I felt my inner walls begin to flutter around him, gripping him tighter as my body prepared for another explosive release.
"Micah," I gasped, feeling myself teetering on the edge. "I'm going to..."
"That's it," he encouraged, his own control beginning to slip as I clenched around him. "Let go. Let me feel you come."
When the second orgasm crashed through me, it was even more intense than the first. I cried out his name, my body clamping down on him so tightly that he groaned with the sensation.
"God, Kit," he breathed, his movements becoming more erratic as my climax triggered his own approaching release. "You feel incredible when you come. So perfect."
I could feel the base of his cock beginning to swell, the first signs of the knot that would lock us together in the most intimate bond possible.
"I'm going to knot you," he warned, his voice strained with the effort of maintaining some semblance of restraint. "Going to mark you. Make you mine forever."
"Please," I begged, feeling my own arousal building again despite having just climaxed. "Please, Micah. I want your knot, your mark, everything."
His knot continued to swell with each thrust, catching at my entrance in a way that was both overwhelming and exactly what my omega craved. The pressure was intense, the stretch almost too much, but my heat-addled body welcomed it eagerly.
"Almost there," Micah panted, his thrusts becoming shorter as his knot grew larger. "Going to lock you to me, fill you up completely."
When his knot finally swelled fully, locking us together with an intensity that bordered on overwhelming, when his teeth found my neck and bit down in the claiming mark that would identify me as his omega forever, the orgasm that crashed through me felt like being reborn.
This was what bonding was supposed to feel like. Not painful or overwhelming, but like coming home to myself.
Micah's own release followed immediately, his body shuddering against mine as he filled me with warmth and satisfaction and the deep knowledge that I was claimed, protected, loved beyond measure.
"I love you," he whispered against my marked neck, his voice thick with emotion. "I love you so much, Kit."
"I love you too," I whispered back, meaning it with every fiber of my being.
We lay together in the aftermath, locked by his knot, his mark on my neck already beginning to settle into my scent profile. I could feel the first threads of our bond forming, a connection that went deeper than physical, deeper than emotional. Something that touched my very soul.
"How do you feel?" Micah asked softly, his hand stroking through my hair.
"Complete," I said honestly. "Like I finally understand what I was missing."
From somewhere nearby, I heard Reed's voice, rough with barely contained desire: "That was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."
And Jonah's quieter response: "She's glowing. Look how happy she looks."
