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Groaning, my eyes rolled back as he added a second finger, pumping into me. I pulled my legs back behind my knees and grunted at how the new angle heightened the pleasure.
“I don’t know, but I still feel empty,” I whined, not caring how needy I sounded.
From the look on Fowler’s face and his panting breaths, he didn’t have a problem with my begging. Then he let loose with dirty talk I’d never even dreamed of hearing from his lips.
“You want my dick in you, Ri? Want me to fill you with cum until it’s dripping out of your hole? I’ll gather it up with my tongue and push it back inside. Is that what you need?”
“Yes, Fowler! Please?”
Removing his fingers, I whimpered at the loss before Fowler pressed his tip in line, and I willed him to drive into me. “Your greedy hole will be ruined by the time I’m done with you.”
Thrusting into my body, a scream ripped out of me.
He stilled above me, Fowler’s body tense with repressed power and need rippling through his muscles. “Did I hurt you?”
It didn’t hurt, which I’d expected. No, it was as if I’d been missing something my whole life, and Fowler had found the key to unlock the missing piece.
“No. Don’t stop.” I grabbed his shoulder and pulled Fowler down to feel more of his skin on mine. “Don’t ever stop.”
Chapter twenty-seven
Fowler
Watching Riley underneath me, seeing his every reaction to my touch, was getting me close to finishing embarrassingly fast. He clawed at my back and moaned as if he had no clue what he was doing. Riley wasn’t even fully in heat yet, and I couldn’t imagine how it would be when he was.
When I’d asked packmates about heat sex in my teens, the answer was always some variation of, “An omega’s body accommodates,” or, “An Alpha has everything the omega needs to get through their heat.”
The platitudes weren’t super helpful, but I hoped it meant I could fuck Riley for days and fulfill the dirty promises I’d whispered to him. I wasn’t one for dirty talk, usually pissing people off by either being too quiet or cracking some joke. Something about Riley brought out fantasies I hadn’t known I’d possessed.
Take.
Claim.
Breed.
Mine!
My wolf had no patience for my restraint. I wanted to last longer, to prolong the amazing feeling of being connected to my best friend in a wholly new way. I was inside him, and I planned to paint his insides with my cum so he had part of me inside of him long after we’d stopped. Knowing he drank the tea made me lean into the kink my wolf insisted on.
“I’m going to fill you so full, you’ll look pregnant,” I growled into Riley’s neck.
Since before I had my uterus removed, I’d always hated the idea of a breeding kink, or any talk of pregnancy, but something about knowing he couldn’t get pregnant, and still wanting to mount and breed Riley, had me and my wolf on the same page.
Riley whined and moaned, taking my hard thrusts and throwing his head back, clearly getting off on what I was saying, so I didn’t stop.
“Want me to bite you here?” I licked at his neck, tasting the salt of his sweat along with his unique sweetness. “Fill you and claim you as mine so no other Alpha can ever touch you.”
“Yes, fill me! Only you,” Riley cried out, and I’d never seen anything hotter than this man beneath me.
From only my cock and words, I could tell he was ready to blow. Riley’s body was covered in a sheen of sweat, the light dusting of blond hair on his chest rubbing against me. He gripped my ass, urging me on as I pounded into him. I felt Riley’s hole tightening around me before the hot release between our bodies told me he’d come hands free.
His hot, tight hole milked me, and I came with a shout. Thrusting impossibly deeper as my cum kept shooting out of me as if my balls wanted to fulfill my dirty promises. I was stopped by my swelling knot, and I resisted the urge to shove past his resistance.
“Fuck, Ri,” I bit out, gripping his body to keep him closer.
I never wanted to leave his body.
We’d fallen asleep with me still inside of him when Riley insisted he didn’t want me to move. When I woke to feel myself embraced in his arms, with Riley rutting his body against me, I chuckled against his hair. I wasn’t inside him, but I could tell he wanted me to be.
