Page 62 of Follow Your Instincts

“Then don’t control yourself,” I said, pressing myself up against him until his hips jerked instinctively.

“I don’t want to hurt you, sweetheart,” he said.

Heat was building in me again, almost unbearable, and a cramp started in my stomach. I groaned.

“I’m already hurting,” I whined. “Please.”

Ben eased off of me, his gaze concerned. “I know, that’s why we can’t do this right now, sweetheart.”

I whined. I felt like my body wasn’t my own. Ben caressed the side of my face, then pressed the back of his hand to my forehead, and something seemed to dawn on him.

“What hurts, Maggie?” he asked.

Another wave of heat and cramping hit me. I didn’t respond, just grabbed his hand and pressed it against my pussy, right where the ache was the strongest. I had already soaked through the fabric of his boxers.

“Oh, you’re so wet for me,” Ben said, his voice silky and dangerous. “Is this what you need?” He pressed gently against my clit and I whimpered, nodding. He bit his lip and dragged his hand slowly from between my thighs to my breast, tracing a circle around one peaked nipple.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart, I’ll take care of you,” he said.

Ben kissed me, gently at first, but that wasn’t what I needed. I whined again, and Ben finally seemed to take the hint. He took my mouth fiercely, sweeping his tongue to thrust against mine, and I encouraged him to take more. He teased me through my panties, tapping lightly on my clit through the fabric. I tried to thrust more firmly against him, but he stilled my hips.

“Easy, Maggie. I’ll give you what you need. Just trust me,” he said before capturing my mouth again. His kiss was filthy and I imagined what his tongue would feel like thrusting into my soaked pussy.

As if he sensed my tension building, he slipped the boxers off my hips. My panties were stuck to my skin with my own wetness. He slid his hand under the waistband and parted me gently with one finger. He dipped it shallowly into my pussy then swiped a circle over my clit.

My hips bucked and I gasped. It was almost too much. Ben didn’t stop, just stroked me gently until my oversensitive skin adjusted to his touch.

“More,” I moaned into his mouth. “Please.”

“Shhh, sweetheart, I’ve got you,” he said and pushed his finger slowly inside me. I rocked my hips to push him deeper. He added another finger, and I was panting against him, desperate for more friction.

“I need you, I need your cock inside me, please,” I said. I was past embarrassment or worrying about what he thought.

“Not yet,” he said roughly. “You’re going to come for me like this.”

He thrust his fingers into me at a frustratingly slow pace. Pleasure was building, gathering at the base of my spine, andI could feel my slick gushing around his fingers to drip down my inner thighs. He alternated between deep kisses and just watching me as I writhed under him, his eyes dark and intent.

Ben started to pick up his pace and found the perfect spot inside me. When he pressed his thumb to my clit, I exploded so quickly it took me by surprise. I screamed out my release and he captured my lips again, so I was moaning into his mouth. I rode out the shockwaves, clenching around his fingers.

As the waves of pleasure subsided, awareness crept back in. I hadneverscreamed like that from an orgasm. And had I begged for his cock? My cheeks burned, and I turned my face away.

“Nope, no hiding,” Ben said. He pulled his fingers from inside me and a gush of slick followed; obscene but also weirdly hot. His arms became a gentle cage, and he rolled us to the side. “You are not goinganywhere,” he growled softly.

“I’m so sorry, I have no idea what happened,” I said.

“Please don’t apologize. I just made my Omega come for the first time, and I’d like to enjoy this feeling,” he said, and tugged me closer. He threaded one of his legs through mine and I could feel the outline of his very hard cock against my hip. At least I could be sure he was into it, too. He looked very pleased with himself. And my heart had fluttered at that “my Omega” comment.

“You aren’t mad? You tried to tell me no,” I said.

“Maggie, the only reason I’m not knot-deep in you right now is because you have a broken rib,” he growled, and his eyes flashed with something dark that reminded me of when Lachlan looked at me. It was like my funny, sweet Ben was barely holding back an inner predator that I very much wanted to meet one day.

“Oh. Right,” I said. Somehow, I’d forgotten all about the injury but it immediately started to ache when he reminded me. But I also realized I wasn’t burning up anymore and the cramping had subsided.

“Are you feeling better?” he asked, trailing his fingers up and down my spine. The predatory look in his eyes faded.

I nodded. “Yeah, I’m feeling fine now. What the hell was that?”

“I’m pretty sure it was an early spike of your heat,” he said. “It’s been a while since my Omega care classes, but I remember that it can happen as your heat gets closer.”

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