Page 122 of The Pack Next Door
“Briar.” I shifted focus, staring up at him. “That’s it, baby. Eyes on me.” When his body covered mine, my hands slapped down on his shoulders, not wanting him to pull free. “Look, I promise a life of multiple orgasms. Like you can count every single one of them before I knot you and I’ll try to beat it?—”
“Maddox.” He blinked, staring down at me. “That’s not what I need.” Touching his face then, it was as if I was first learning the shape of one I’d gaze at for the rest of my life. “I just need you. Now, yeah?”
“Fuck, yes.”
I was scooped up and held close, our hands meeting between us, the move to feed his cock into me our first joint project as a pack. The first intrusion had me hissing. “Shit, Briar, you’re hurting,” he said.
“Only from wanting this a little too much.” My nails pricked his skin. “Don’t you dare pull out. I…” My hips moved and yep, I was pretty sensitive, but not from being rubbed raw. “It’s like being knotted is making parts of myself come to life and it’s… really intense.”
“Intense good or bad?” That came out as a growl. “I need to know, omega.”
“Can’t you tell?”
Our eyes locked together then, and he caught every single one of my reactions, just like I did his. Brows creased and a slow smile spread across his face. Completely different to his usual cocky smile, he nodded.
“Yeah, I can.”
Our lips locked because right now we needed to be connected in every way we could be. Our tongues tied tight, our hands gripping the other, right as our hips pulsed, forcing him deeper and deeper. Into more than just my body, it felt.
“I can feel?—”
“I know.” He grit that out between clenched teeth.
“You’re—”
“Right there with you, my mate.” Mate, that word was the key that unlocked the last chain around my heart. Beating frantically, it made this clear. It was scarred and beat up from everything that had happened since I left Moon River, but that only made it stronger. “Just let me in, Briar. Let me in and I’ll?—”
“You’re already in.”
It felt like my cunt flexed, pulsing open and he surged forward, the pop of his knot brutal and beautiful at the same time. A spurt of cum helped soothed overstimulated tissues, right before I began to move.
“Just like that,” he crooned. “Fuck, you feel amazing.”
Locked tightly in his arms, with anyone other than my mates it could’ve been suffocating. Instead, I felt safe, protected against the whole world. My lips found his neck, my fangs grazing against his skin and that had him stiffening, then thrusting impossibly deeper.
“Now?” he asked in a strangled gasp. “Fuck, Briar, I can’t hold back anymore. I need?—”
“Now,” I confirmed, sinking my own fangs into his skin.
Something snapped into place then, allowing the two of us to move in perfect sync, our pace moving faster and faster. In my minds’ eye, I saw my wolf and his running across a darkened plain, our jaws open, sucking in air as we ran with the sheer pleasure of it.
As a pack.
Orgasm came slowly, every blissful second illuminating my whole body more and more. Breathless, I was forced to release my hold, sucking in breaths as I clamped down hard on his knot.
“Fuck. Yes.”
With messy, open-mouthed kisses, we each soothed the other through shuddering waves of ecstasy, right as we collapsed down on the bed.
“That was…”
Words failed me, and he grinned in response.
“Got you speechless, omega?” He pumped his fist. “Yes…!”
“And you’re not?” I faked a haughty expression. “I guess there’s not much point in mating you then.”
“No words.” He punctuated that with a kiss. “None.” Another kiss. “Briar.”
