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“Fuck,” she cries out, slick covering my dick as she explodes all over me.
I didn’t know if she’d like that, but it’s clear she does. The learning curve may be steep, however, it’s worth it to learn what her sounds mean and the way her forehead creases just before she comes.
“That’s all for me,” I growl. “Your alphas are watching you like you hung the moon, Baby Girl. Don’t ever let me catch you thinking that you’re not enough. I’ll turn your ass red.”
Her cunt clenches around me so hard, I bury my face in her throat as I pant in pain. Every word I said is true though. Now that I’m allowing myself to pay attention to them, I can feel how hot their gazes are on the two of us.
My lips kiss and suck on her throat, knowing she’ll be wearing my marks all over her skin.
“Knot, knot, please!” she screams.
I roll my knot over her entrance, loving her needy cry just before I pull her down over it. Purrs fill the bathroom, the sounds adding to the intimacy of the moment. Her alphas are helping her however they can as her pussy stretches around my knot.
My vision whites out intermittently as I work my knot deeper inside of her, while Nova holds on tightly to me.
“Breathe for me,” I remind her as her face turns red.
Nova whimpers before gasping in a breath, and I reward her by rubbing her clit again. I want her to come around my knot. I have a feeling she may pass out on my dick when she comes.
“Atta girl,” I praise her. “Patient omegas get everything they could ever want.”
A growl is pulled from one of the other alphas, but I don’t care. They need to figure out their own shit. If Nova can even think about forgiving me for being an ass to her, I’m going to run with that.
“I can be very patient, I just don’t want to be,” she says, her voice deep and sultry. My cock thickens even further as my knot slips inside of her with a popping sound, and she keens.
“Then don’t be,” I growl. “Show me what happens when you take everything you deserve. I don’t give up control easily, baby. Make it count.”
Her heels dig into my back as she sits up, and we both groan at the new position. It feels so much more intimate as she wraps her arms around my neck, her fingers playing in my hair and she begins to shift her hips until I see stars.
“Yeah,” I sigh. “Just like that, Nova. You feel so damn good, baby. I’m…close.”
I don’t want to pressure her to come because it backfired on me last time. Her hips swirl and grind, and her breaths get heavier as she sighs and moans.
Her skin is pink…everywhere. The flush follows her down to the patch of hair on her pussy that’s wet and curling, and so fucking sexy. I don’t want a bald cunt.
In fact, I don’t think I want anyone unless it’s Nova. I’m so in tune to her, I let her have free rein as my hand wraps around her throat gently. She arches into my hand, winking at me as she shivers.
Nova is a beautiful brat. I want to see how comfortable she’ll get as she finds that there’s nothing she can do that will piss me off. I plan to spank, fuck, and adore her until the thoughts of anyone who has hurt her are scrubbed from her mind.
“That’s it,” I gasp, my eyes rolling as my hand spasms around the delicate column of her throat.
“Almost,” she whines as if agreeing. “Tyde…”
Knowing she’s asking for help, I move my other hand between us and calmly pinch her clit hard. Her answering scream is fucking music to my ears as she clamps down around me and I roar as I fill her sweet pussy with my cum.
“Yes,” I groan. “God, you did so good.”
Breathing hard, chest heaving, she leans against me as her eyes close. The warmth of her skin is beginning to fade, and I wonder if this is all her heat was waiting for.
Even in this, she’s willing to hold out until she gets exactly what she wants, slumping against the back of the tub, I hold her against myself as I try to control my breathing.
“Wow,” Lars murmurs, easing into the bathroom to grab towels to start sopping up the spilled water. “I think she really was waiting for you.”
“A scent match, not just me,” I correct. “I was trying to do everything I could think of, but she needed a knot.”
“And a bite,” Caleb grunts, turning the faucet on to refill the tub with warm water. “I’m going to wash her hair while she’s asleep. Do you think this is the end of her heat?”
“It feels like it,” I admit, watching as he gets the rest of her hair wet and starts to wash her hair.
