Page 7 of Follow the Rhythm
Charlie bit harder, enough to hurt in the best way. His tooth caps kept him from breaking the skin, but my inner Omega still wanted to be marked. I ground down on his knot, drawing out my pleasure until I felt stretched to the limit, and my mind fractured.
I finally collapsed onto his chest, temporarily sated.
“Did I hurt you?” Charlie asked, his voice rumbling through me.
“Yes,” I said, annoyed at myself for begging for his bite. I hadn’t lost control like that in so long. Charlie immediately froze, so I leaned up to look at him. He looked concerned. “Oh my god, you didn’tactuallyhurt me. It was a good hurt.” My pussy fluttered around him again as I touched the spot on my neck where he’d bitten.
“Okay,” Charlie said, and turned us so were lying face to face, our bodies locked where his knot had fit inside me. “So… it was good for you?”
“Duh. Obviously, yes.”
“You don’t seem to be very happy about that,” he replied, trying to stroke my cheek. I smacked his hand away, scowling, and he grinned again.
“Stop smiling at me,” I said.
“I’ll try,” he replied, smiling wider. “You’re just really cute.”
I scoffed. I’d show him cute.
“Fuck me, Alpha,” I moaned as Charlie slammed into me from behind, his hips snapping forward with brutal force. “Pull my hair,” I said, tilting my head back. Charlie wrapped the length around his hand and pulled it tight. The sharp pleasure/pain spun down my spine and straight to my clit, which I stroked as Charlie fucked me.
“Oh god, yes. Knot,” I said, pleasure coiling tighter and tighter inside me. “Knot me, now.”
Charlie listened like a good boy and pushed his knot inside with one final thrust. I faintly heard his roar of release as my orgasm barreled towards me and shot my brain right out of my skull. My arms gave out, and I screamed into the nest mattress as my pussy pulsed around his knot.
I slowly came back to my body. Charlie thrust gently, shifting his knot, and set off another wave of release.
“Oh god, you’re going to break me,” I moaned, trying and failing to push back up to my hands. My muscles were like jelly.
“Holy shit,” Charlie panted behind me. “It’s never been like this. Ever. I’ve never felt like this with-”
“Shhhh,” I said, my face still smashed into the mattress. “You’re ruining it.”
Charlie guided us down to the mattress, so we were spooning. He dwarfed me, even though he wasn’t exceptionally tall for an Alpha. My dumb little inner Omega waspreening. It was easier to enjoy the closeness when I didn’t have to look at his perfect face.
I was sleepy, the kind of sleepy that told me my heat was nearly over. I’d put poor Charlie through the wringer. Unfortunately for him, his scent being so compatible with minehad made my heat much more intense than usual. And he was right. It hadneverbeen this good with another Alpha.
“You did a good job,” I murmured.
“You too,” Charlie replied. He gathered me closer in his arms. I gave up my fight against exhaustion and drifted off.
There was never an easy way to kick out a heat partner. I woke up sticky in the nest, alone, and thought for a minute that maybe he’d snuck out and done the dirty work for me. But no. I stumbled into the bathroom, and there he was in the shower, the water glistening on his eight-pack and slicking his hair back from his forehead. He smiled at me through the sliding door of the shower as I walked in.
“Good morning, beautiful,” he said, his eyes roving my body before his gaze met mine again. I rolled my eyes.
“Move over,” I said, sliding the door open and joining him under the spray.
“This would be where you say ‘good morning’ back.” I ignored him and fumbled for the shampoo, my muscles still weak from a day and a half of knotting. He took it from me, spun me slowly towards the wall, and started massaging it into my hair before I could protest.
I may have let out an involuntary moan or two as he kneaded my scalp. He did have good hands after all.
“Thanks,” I said begrudgingly as I rinsed. I turned to face him again, and he handed me a soaped-up loofah.
“No problem,” he said with a completely genuine smile that spiked my annoyance.
“What are you doing?” I asked, running the loofah over my body.
“Helping,” he said simply, and stole some of my very expensive conditioner.
