Page 72 of Nesting With My Three Alphas
When Reed pushed inside me, it was with one long, steady stroke that filled me completely. The stretch was intense afterMicah's knot, but my heat-prepared body accepted him eagerly, clenching around him with desperate need.
"Fuck," Reed breathed, his head dropping to my shoulder as he fought for control. "You feel incredible. So tight, so perfect. Like you were made for my cock."
The crude words sent heat spiraling through me, my inner walls fluttering around him in response.
"You like that, don't you?" Reed asked, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in with deliberate slowness. "You like hearing how good you feel wrapped around me."
"Yes," I gasped, my nails digging into his shoulders. "I love it. I love feeling you inside me."
"Move," I demanded, wrapping my legs around his waist to pull him deeper. "Please, Reed, I need you to move."
Reed's laugh was strained but genuine. "Demanding little omega. I like this side of you."
When he began to thrust, it was with the same controlled intensity he brought to everything else. Deep, powerful strokes that hit every sensitive spot inside me, building pleasure with the precision of someone who knew exactly what he was doing. Each thrust made me feel fuller, more complete, like this was exactly where I belonged.
"That's it," Reed encouraged when I began to meet his thrusts, when I started taking what I needed instead of just accepting what was given. "Take what you want, sweetheart. Show me how much you need this cock."
I could feel every inch of him sliding in and out of me, could feel the way my body gripped him desperately each time he pulled back. The wet sounds of our joining filled the air, mixing with our gasps and moans in the most erotic symphony I'd ever heard.
"I love when you take control like this," I gasped, my body craving more intensity, more pressure. "I want to see you lose control for me."
Something shifted in Reed's expression at my words, his careful restraint beginning to crack. "Kit..."
"Harder," I begged, my hands gripping his shoulders as I met each of his thrusts. "Please, Reed, I need it harder."
Reed's control snapped at my plea, his thrusts becoming more forceful, more demanding. He gripped my hips hard enough to leave marks, using that leverage to drive into me with the kind of passionate intensity that made my eyes roll back.
"Is this what you need?" he growled, his voice rough with exertion and arousal. "Is this hard enough for my greedy little omega?"
"Yes!" I cried out, my back arching as he hit that perfect spot inside me over and over again. "God, yes, just like that!"
The angle changed slightly as Reed shifted above me, and suddenly every thrust was hitting my g-spot with devastating accuracy. I could feel my orgasm building like a tidal wave, threatening to sweep me away completely.
"I can feel you getting close," Reed said, his rhythm becoming more urgent as his own control began to slip. "Your pussy's getting so tight around me. You're going to come all over my cock, aren't you?"
"I need it so much," I gasped, my nails digging into his shoulders as the pressure built toward something earth-shattering. "I need you so much."
"You have me," Reed promised, his rhythm becoming more urgent as his own control began to slip. "You have all of me, forever."
I could feel his knot beginning to swell at the base of his cock, could feel it catching at my entrance with each thrust, promisingthe kind of complete claiming that would leave no doubt about who I belonged to.
"I can feel your knot," I moaned, the sensation both overwhelming and exactly what my omega craved. "It's getting so big."
"That's right," Reed growled, his thrusts becoming shorter, more focused as his knot continued to swell. "Going to lock you to me, fill you up completely. Make sure you know exactly who you belong to."
"I'm going to knot you now," Reed warned, his voice rough with impending release. "Going to mark you right next to Micah's bite. Make sure everyone knows you belong to both of us."
"Yes," I moaned, tilting my head to give him better access. "Mark me, knot me, make me yours."
When Reed's knot locked us together, when his teeth sank into my neck in a claiming bite that sent lightning through every nerve ending, the orgasm that tore through me felt like a complete restructuring of my DNA. I screamed his name again, my body clenching around him as he filled me with heat and possession and the absolute certainty that I was claimed, owned, loved beyond measure.
Reed's own release followed immediately, his body shuddering against mine as he marked me inside and out, claiming me with a thoroughness that left no doubt about who I belonged to.
"Mine," he growled against my neck, his voice thick with satisfaction and possessive pride. "My omega, my perfect girl, mine."
His perfect girl. The words sent aftershocks through me, my body still trembling with the intensity of what we'd shared.
"Yours," I agreed breathlessly. "All yours."
