Page 206 of Claiming the Pack's Omega
"I like it," I gasp out as Theo pinches my nipples again. If he's trying to draw my attention to this conversation, he's only partially successful because it only adds to the impending orgasm building inside of me. "I like being fucked like this!"
I've never felt more desired, more consumed, more free than I have right now. It almost feels like a reclaiming.
In my old life? Sex was never, ever for me.
That's changed. With the Graylock Pack? Everything is about me, even if I'm giving up control.
"You're ours," Killian growls, his voice so low and guttural it vibrates through my back and into my chest. His knot teases the entrance of my pussy, slamming against me with each thrust. If I had any leverage at all, I'd be shifting my hips and moving back against him to get him deeper inside of me.
"I'm yours," I gasp, my hands flailing about for a bit until I can grab a hold of his wrists to ground me. "I'm yours, I'm yours, I'm yours!"
Killian thrusts forward with a roar, his knot stretching me impossibly wide as he locks himself inside me. His cock twitches, shooting his come deep inside me, matching the rhythm of my fluttering inner walls as I come around his knot with a scream.
My vision goes black for a second as wave after wave of pleasure crash over me.
Killian drops one of my wrists to angle my head to the side, his teeth grazing against where my shoulder meets my neck.
"Mine," he growls, before he sinks his teeth into me, bonding us together.
The pain of the bond forming mixes with the pleasure from my still-ongoing orgasm, and I fall apart in his arms, slumping forward against Theo.
When I finally catch my breath, something clicks into place in my chest. A steady presence. Killian's presence, in the back of my mind.
The burning heat has abated slightly. I know it'll probably be back, considering the fact that normal heats are supposed to be days long, but if that just means more orgasms and more knotting, who am I to complain?
"Holy shit, I can feel you," I gasp. I try to turn around and look at him, but all that ends up doing is making his knot tug inside of me.
Theo adjusts the pillows and blankets behind us, giving us a space to lie down.
We both let out a soft groan before Killian moves me so we're on our sides together.
"Feel me?" He chuckles, shifting his hips forward.
"Not like that," I laugh, reaching back and playfully slapping his side.
Damn, he's got a lot of muscle for a guy who spends a lot of time at his desk instead of the gym.
"I'm talking about the bond! I can feel you. Like, your emotions."
He's ecstatic right now. To be fair, I'd be concerned if he weren't, considering the fact that we're creating lifelong connections between all of us.
"Really? I can't feel yours," he murmurs, kissing over the bond mark he's left on my neck as his hand slowly trails up my bare stomach.
"Maybe that's because I haven't bitten you yet." I hum quietly. "We'll have to change that once your knot goes down."
"We will," he says, chuckling quietly.
"You know what else we'll have to do?" I say, doing my best to sit myself up on my elbow and pointing at my three other guys. "I want to be facing you when you all knot me so I can bite you at the same time. Even if I look great from behind."
"That you do," Killian adds.
"You know what this means?" Stone asks, a twinkle sparkling in his blue eyes. He's sprawled backwards on some pillows, his legs spread invitingly, every single muscle in his body highlighted and cast in delicious shadow from the dimmer lighting. If it weren't for the knot keeping me stuck to Killian right now, I'd be jumping on Stone in a heartbeat.
"What?" I ask, my voice embarrassingly breathy.
"You'll just have to ride me," Stone says with a teasing smile.
The thought instantly has my inner walls fluttering around Killian's knot, making him groan.
