Page 116 of Dubious Match
My body is shivering, my heart pounding from the thought of being caught, and my release breaks over me as Remy grinds his knot over my clit and entrance to my pussy.
I want his knot badly, but public knotting probably isn’t a good life choice.
“Fuck, fuck, yes,” Remy groans, thrusting twice more shallowly until he empties himself deep inside of me.
He releases my throat to band his arm around my chest and pull me tightly to him. He’s still buried inside of me, and I can feel his cock twitching.
“Mmmm. That was exactly what I needed,” I tease him, my voice deep and throaty.
“It can’t be said I don’t listen,” he chuckles. “I’m always willing to give you a dose of cock for your rage, Baby Girl.”
Huffing out a laugh because that’s exactly what he did, I wince as he pulls out of me and fixes my panties before dropping my dress and coat into place. By the time I turn to glance at him, his pants are fixed as if nothing happened outside of our dysregulated breathing. Remy opens the door to the SUV, helping me step up into my seat. Laying back contently, I check my phone as Remy walks around to his seat.
Mal
Did you just come, baby?
Me
Guilty as charged.
Mal
Remy is a lucky bastard. Did he at least fuck you in the car?
Me
Does adjacent to it count?
Chuckling, I glance at Remy as he gets into the vehicle.
“What’s so funny?” he asks, pushing the start button.
“Mal apparently knows what my mind feels like when I come.”
“I’m not surprised. Your mind whites out, and there’s nothing but pure pleasure,” he smirks.
Damn smug alphas. Too bad I fucking love it.
MAL
A very happy omega is at the island currently. She’s drinking coffee and eating avocado toast as she wakes up, and I’m going to be sad to see her go to work.
Speaking of which…
“Do you think that you can take a week off for Christmas?” I ask her. It’s going to be here before we know it, and I want to make sure that we have our plans ironed out.
“I don’t usually, but I can swing it. Why?” she asks.
“I was thinking that we could take you to meet our families, make some new memories,” I suggest.
The guys and I talked, and we all know that the holidays are hard for her. Hollis keeps a lot of things inside, but the topic of her sister is a sore one. Maybe a change of scenery would be nice, and we can rent a place together for the week. I would never suggest staying with one of our family members.
We need our space, since our families tend to make upsetting comments. I refuse to limit my affection for my pack, which leads to arguments during our visit with them on our families’ part.
“Really?” Hollis asks, lighting up. I hear a tendril of doubt through the bond, and frown.
“Of course. They would love to meet you. The guys and I have all told our families about our omega,” I say. “I also want to spend Christmas with you.”
