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Panting against his mouth, I begged, “Now. Need you now. Please. Don’t make me wait!”
“Needy omega,” he pulled my hard nipple into his mouth, and I whimpered, as the feeling shot straight to my cock, plumping it back up. “I’ll give you just what you need.”
I smacked his bare ass and he grunted, looking startled.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered, hoping I hadn’t broken the mood. “I don’t know why I did that.”
He had a strange look on his face, and I was instantly contrite. I knew his history. I should never have smacked him like that. Not even his ass. “I won’t do it again.”
He shook his head, a wicked smile crossing his face. “I kinda liked it.”
Grinning, I nodded, “Yeah?”
“I think so. Definitely need to revisit that.” Hitching his hands under my ass, he angled his dick until his wide head was poised at my wet entrance. “But right now I need to be inside you. We’ll go slow.”
“I don’t want slow, Shay,” I rasped, trying to impale myself on his cock.
He stilled my movements with his strong hands, and I whined in frustration, slamming my hands against the mattress. His lips quirked at my demanding neediness. “Whatdoyou want, Bennett?”
“I want you to pound me into the fucking mattress, Shay!” I ordered. “I want you to knot me so hard I walk funny for a week. Then I want you to do it all over again.”
He flexed his hips, his head finally breaching my hole, and it was pure bliss. “Yesss,” hissing, I stared up at him with narrowed eyes. “Fuck, yes.”
He gave me another inch, then teased me with another, going maddeningly slow as his cock opened me up. Even with the rim job he had given me, my hole burned deliciously as it stretched around him. Finally, he was all the way inside, his balls resting against my ass.
He stretched over me, his weight perfect in all the right places, his hands catching mine. Fingers entwined together, arms stretched above my head, he proceeded to give me exactly what I had demanded. Pounding into me, the force of his thrusts moved us both across the mattress.
He changed the angle of his hips the slightest bit and nailed my prostate straight on. Screaming with pleasure, my hands clenched against his. My teeth scraped his skin, his neck, skimmed over his sensitive earlobe. His breath was harsh and panting in my ears, broken by intermittent growls and moaning that made my slick flow around his cock and drip onto the mattress.
“Love…to…hear…you,” I panted into his ear, lightly biting the fleshy part of his lobe. He groaned, arching against me, his muscles tightening. His knot swelled, pushing into me without stopping, stretching my hole wider until I wasn’t sure I could take it. The burn was incredible, and then we were coming together. The spurts of his cum warmed my insides, and then everything whited out as my balls emptied between us.
Our ragged breathing was the only sound in the room for minutes, while both our bodies shook with aftershocks. Small spurts of cum kept shooting out of Shay for the next few minutes, as his knot locked us tightly together. My hands roamed his sweaty back, making small soothing circles across his smooth skin.
Finally, he pushed himself up on his elbows, relieving me of some of his weight. Brushing the damp hair back from myforehead, he gazed down at me with so much warmth I didn’t think I would ever be cold again a day in my life.
“I love you, Bennett,” he whispered, placing a soft kiss at the corner of my lips. “I think I have from the very first time I saw you.” Another kiss on the other corner.
“I was just too scared to admit it.” This kiss brushed my cheek.
“Thank you for waiting for me.” A kiss landed on my forehead.
Catching his roaming face between my hands, I stared into his eyes. Pulling him down, I kissed him softly, gently.
“I would have waited for you forever, my fated,” I whispered, knowing it was the truth.
Chapter Thirty-Three
Shay
“Daddy, come onnnn,” Lucas urged from his spot in front of the picture window in our living room. He was dancing from one foot to the other, watching Asher’s house like a hawk. Turning to give me an exasperated look, he informed me, “People are going to start showing up.”
“We don’t need to be the first people to arrive at your cousin’s birthday party.” Giving up on the tissue paper that refused to become anything resembling the way I saw other people’s gift bags look, I wadded it into a ball and stuck it on top of the presents.
Bennett came over to observe my more than dubious gift bag skills, snorting loudly. “Uh, no.”
Tossing my perfectly wadded tissue ball in the trash, he took another sheet and magically wrapped it around his fist. Pullinghis hand out, he turned the paper over and placed it in the bag. Fanning it out so that it filled more of the open space, I watched in fascination as he did it two more times.
“You’re like magic,” I sighed wistfully.
