Page 48 of Best Friends
I gnash my teeth, pleasure swirling with pain through my sweaty, aching body. A part of me wants to beg him to stop, but mostly I just need more. More. More. The pain slowly begins to fade and lust roars through me. I need his seed like a dying man in the desert needs water. My insides clench and unclench around his cock, and he groans with desire.
He starts to move, fucking me with long, deep strokes that have me nearly passing out from pleasure. The desperate, burning ache inside me begins to ease as his thick alpha shaft rubs against my inner walls. Each thrust feels erotically perfect, like scratching an itch that’s been tormenting me for hours—so intensely relieving. I’m moaning with every movement, my cock leaking onto the sheets, my hole clenching around him. He keeps hitting that spot inside me, over and over, and I can feel the pressure building deep in my gut, my orgasm coiling tight.
“You’re mine. Just mine,” he growls, thrusting deeper.
I cry out, biting the pillow, moaning loudly as he impales me over and over. I feel weak and needy as he takes what he wants. I fuck the mattress, trembling and whimpering. Hissweaty, muscled chest is pressed against my back, his hot mouth suckling the side of my neck. Instinctively, I turn my head, baring the spot between my throat and my shoulder. I’m silently pleading for his bite and he understands my message. His teeth scrape my skin and then he gives a little snarl and bites down, accepting my invitation.
I gasp as the agony of his bite spirals through me, but then I’m coming so hard my vision blurs. I scream in pain, unable to stop the agonizing sound from escaping. But I’m also swamped in a pleasure so intense, I can barely breathe. My orgasm shudders through me in delicious waves of ecstasy. I writhe beneath him, pleading for more.
He growls and thrusts harder, his cock swelling and throbbing. He grunts and I feel a flood of hot seed soaking my insides. Spurt after spurt of creamy release pulses deep inside me as my womb seems to open and receive his seed. I have no control over what’s happening. My body instinctively drinks in every drop of his release.
He licks and kisses the bite, still thrusting and claiming what’s his. I’m a weak mess of pleasure and pain, boneless, whimpering. All I can do is lie limp as he finishes inside me. Once the fever begins to fade, his movements slow and then stop. But he doesn’t pull out of me. He stays deep inside my quivering, quaking hole as his knot begins to form. He wraps me in his arms and we roll onto our side. He holds me tight, his breath hot against my nape.
I groan at the stretch of his knot and come again. He kisses the bite and whispers how much he loves me. My eyes burn with unshed tears as the enormity of the situation hits me. I’ve officially been claimed by Malcolm. His bite throbs on my neck and my omega womb is stuffed full of his seed. His knot holdsthat warm cream in place, making it almost impossible for me not to get pregnant with his offspring. I’m scared and excited at the idea. I love Malcolm. The only reason I’m not losing my mind and in agony right now is because he bred me. He took care of me. He did what had to be done to shut down my frenzied heat.
We stay like that for hours, until his knot shrinks and slips from my body. I sleep on and off during that time, a weird purring emanating from me. As traumatic as the experience was, I feel amazingly calm. My heart aches for Malcolm and I don’t want him to leave my side. Thankfully, he doesn’t seem like he wants to leave me. He kisses my shoulder and nuzzles my ear.
The room is dark by the time we get off the bed. Malcolm leads me to the shower, and I’m grateful of his help. I’m as weak as a kitten. The sudden arrival of my heat has me trembling and dazed. His seed leaks down my inner thighs as I stand beneath the warm shower spray. He tenderly washes my body, kissing me every few minutes.
Malcolm looks tired but happy. He smiles sweetly at me whenever our eyes meet, and my heart melts. He’s very gentle when he cleans the bite mark on the side of my neck. His touch is possessive as he helps me from the shower. I’m still in shock that he’s officially claimed me. I love Malcolm more than anything in this world, but if I’m honest, I wasn’t emotionally ready to be claimed by anyone. This situation came about because I suddenly went into heat.
I feel uneasy as the haze of my heat begins to lift and reality returns. I know Malcolm will want the world to know that he’s claimed me. He won’t be able to help that impulse. Alphas are territorial and he’ll want to claim what’s his. Even though I love the feel of his bite on my skin, and I love Malcolm, I’m worried. Worried about my job. If I’m pregnant, and the odds are I am,that could cause my co-workers to start questioning my ability to do my job. I’ve seen that happen to many omegas in my department over the years.
Should have thought of that before I let Malcolm breed me.
Obviously that’s true, but logic doesn’t exist when an omega goes into heat. I was completely out of my mind with lust. Malcolm was also out of control because my heat forced him into an alpha rut. We’d both been at the mercy of our instincts in that moment. Now I’m not sure what to do. I don’t want to lose Malcolm, but I also love my job.
As I slowly dress in sweats and a T-shirt, I watch Malcolm as he strips the sheets from the bed and replaces them with clean ones. Once he’s finished, he helps me back under the cool covers. He joins me, which makes me happy. I nestle into his warm body, inhaling his piney scent. It’s strange how I already feel like I belong to him. But I need to talk to him about my concerns regarding my job.
“Is everything okay?” he asks softly, as if reading my mind.
I hesitate. I need to be honest, but I’m scared he’ll be hurt. That’s the last thing I want. I clear my throat. “Would you be upset if we kept this to ourselves for now?” I ask tentatively.
He goes very still. “Do you regret what happened?”
“No, not at all.” I frown and sit up on my elbow. The lamp on the nightstand is lit and he looks worried.
“You invited my bite, C.” He sounds defensive.
“I know.” I touch his arm. “Malc, I don’t regret what happened at all. I’m just worried about my job.”
“Your job?” He frowns, appearing confused.
“You’ve seen how the department treats pregnant omegas.”
He chews on the inside of his cheek, looking uncertain.
“I don’t want to be sidelined because I’m carrying your kid. If this pregnancy takes, that could easily happen. TheminuteCaptain Jones knows an omega is pregnant, he puts them on restricted duty.”
“Well, he only does that because he’s concerned for the health of both the omega and the baby.”
I narrow my eyes. “I get that once the pregnancy is advanced. But he does that the second he knows. That’s completely unnecessary.”
He shrugs. “I still say he’s just trying to protect them.”
“Even if that’s true, he’s overreacting.” When he doesn’t look convinced, I scowl. “I don’t want to ride a desk, Malcolm. That’s bullshit. I’ve worked too hard to get where I am.”
He doesn’t argue, but he also doesn’t say anything that makes me think we’re on the same page.
