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“Is it too much?” he rasped.
“No, it’s so good.” I moaned. The base of his knot was bumping at my entrance. I circled my clit slowly, trying to draw out the pleasure. Kieran had taught me a little patience.
“You’re so tight, love. Fuck, you’re going to make me cum,” he groaned.
“Knot. I want your knot.”
“Oh, fuck.” His hips stuttered. “You’re sure?”
“Please,” I whined.
Kieran turned us slowly, so I was beneath him. “Deep breaths.”
He started pressing forward more with each slow thrust, his knot easing inside. I was incoherent with pleasure, even as a bit of the pain returned.
“Breathe, love,” he said, and I sucked in a huge gulp of his scent. It had never been this intense. “Hold on.”
He slammed his hips forward and seated his knot inside me. I gasped. The pain transformed into a white hot bolt of pleasure as my pussy tightened around him and I came apart at the seams. I could feel his cock spurting inside me, over and over. I’d never been so full.
“Good girl. I knew you could take me,” Kieran whispered in my ear, and I moaned, spasming around him again.
I spiraled down from the high and caught my breath. “I didn’t realize fucking you would be an Olympic sport,” I murmuredinto his neck. He chuckled, setting off another wave of pleasure for both of us, and he groaned deliciously in my ear. He was so gorgeous when he smiled.
“You’re brilliant.” He stroked my face. His hazel eyes were bright, and I noticed he had freckles on his cheekbones and a few on his lips. I traced them with my finger.
“You’re pretty amazing, too,” I whispered, my eyes closing.
“Get some rest, love. That was just the beginning.”
Chapter 20 - Ellis
My night, perhaps my whole life, felt ruined the moment the lift doors closed on Jess and Kieran. Jealousy, thick and bitter, coursed down my throat, corrosive like acid. I shoved it away before I could examine it too closely.
Bea and I were appearing at a bar that had just opened, some deal she had arranged with the owners, but I was in no mood to pose for pictures with fans.
“I almost feel sorry for her,” Bea said as we walked to the cab waiting for us in front of the hotel. “How long do you think he’ll keep this one around?”
“Don’t.” Kieran had certainly enjoyed himself on previous tours, but he hadn’t been with anyone since Michael died as far I knew. The thought of him treating Jess like some throwaway made me sick.
“Oh, I forgot, the little Omega is your ‘friend.’” Bea scoffed. “Maybe she’ll come crying to you when he breaks her heart.”
I didn’t trust myself to respond, so we rode to the bar in silence. The pathetic truth was part of me hoped hedidbreak her heart so I could help put the pieces together.
I white-knuckled my way through the allotted two-hour appearance with the help of copious amounts of whiskey,provided gratis by the grateful staff. Bea took photos and videos for my online presence, the parasitic extension of my persona that bore absolutely no resemblance to reality anymore.
We made it back to the hotel before the inevitable explosion.
“Do you think they’re fucking?” Bea asked as soon as we entered the room. She was drunk and high, and her eyes, the pupils too wide, glittered with malice. “Should we ask to join?”
“I’m not in the mood for this,” I growled. I could picture Kieran and Jess together perfectly without her help.
“Pity they didn’t invite us,” she said, peeling off her false eyelashes in the mirror. “But maybe we could ask that nice Charlie if he wants to play.”
“Stop.” I sank onto the bed. The room was spinning unpleasantly.
“Do you think I’m stupid? You haven’t touched me in weeks, and I’m just not supposed to notice?” Her voice was rising slowly, and I knew we’d be screaming at each other soon.
I didn’t reply, trying to forestall the inevitable as long as possible.
