Page 116 of Stream Heat
His gaze caught mine, pupils blown wide, his expression gone feral. “You want us all to claim you? Every last one?”
“Yes.” No hesitation. “Is that so wrong?”
The grin he gave me was wild and bright, part challenge, part promise. “It’s perfect. That’s what a real pack is supposed to be.”
He shifted me higher against the wall, his hands sliding over my hips, his scent spiking darker, hotter, until it wrapped tight around me like an invisible leash. His mouth caught mine in a kiss that wasn’t a greeting, wasn’t even a question, it was a demand. His tongue stroked deep, pulling soft whimpers from my throat, every brush of his lips making my body tighten.
We kissed until I was dizzy, until my hips rolled against him without thought. He growled against my mouth and started grinding, slow at first, the thick length of him pressing along my heat through the barrier of clothes.
“Oh my god–” I gasped, my head falling back against the wall.
“That’s it,” he murmured against my neck, inhaling deeply like my scent was the only thing keeping him alive. “Open for me. Fuck, you smell so good like this, hot and wanting and all mine.”
The grinding turned sharper, harder, each push making me gasp. His scent coated the air, curling inside me until my own rose to meet it, that Omega pull dragging us both under. I felt the twitch of him against me, thick and hard, and my hands fisted in his shirt, desperate for more.
“Tell me you want my knot,” he rasped suddenly, his voice gone so low it was almost dangerous.
My breath stuttered. “Theo–”
“Say it, Kara. Beg me for it.”
The words hit like a strike of lightning straight through me. “I want it,” I whispered, my voice trembling. “Want your knot. Want you to fill me and keep me there until I can’t think about anything else.”
His growl was pure possession, rolling through the air like thunder. Clothes became an afterthought, my leggings shoved down roughly, his joggers tugged low enough to free him. The cool air kissed my bare skin before his heat took over, his hips pressing forward so the heavy length of him slid against me, bare to bare.
He didn’t rush that first push inside. No, he teased me with the head of him, dragging it through my slick, circling my entrance without quite breaching.
“Theo, please–”
He grinned like a devil, kissing me again, all teeth and tongue. “Ilovewhen you beg.”
Then he was inside me, one deep, driving thrust that seated him completely. The stretch was everything, sharp and perfect and so deep I saw stars. My legs tightened around his waist, pulling him closer still, greedy for more.
We froze like that for one breathless moment, justfeeling. Then his hips began to move, fast, relentless, the force of each thrust pushing me harder into the wall.
“You feel, fuck, better than I ever imagined,” he gritted out, his forehead pressed to mine. “Suppression withdrawal, physical connection, all the research said it’d help. Guess they forgot to mention it’d ruin me for anyone else.”
“Trust you to quote studies while screwing me senseless,” I gasped, clinging to his shoulders.
“Multitasking,” he shot back, his grin flashing before his head dipped to my neck. He licked, tasted, growled low, then sucked hard enough to make my whole body jolt. My scent spiked again, sharp with need. He groaned like it was the purest drug he’d ever taken.
His hand slid between us, finding my clit with maddening precision. “Come for me,” he ordered, his voice raw.
I shattered, crying out against his shoulder, my body clenching hard around him. His control snapped instantly, his rhythm stuttered, his hips grinding deeper, harder, as if trying to fuse us together.
“Kara,” he panted, “I love you.”
“I love you too,” I gasped, still riding the edge.
He held my eyes for a heartbeat, searching for any flicker of doubt. When he found none, he kissed me hard and fast, his tongue mimicking his hips in my mouth and with his fingers at my nipples it sent another orgasm ripping through me. His knot was building, I could feel the thick swell pressing at my entrance with every thrust, dragging me closer to another peak.
“Theo–” I whimpered.
“Yeah,” he groaned. “Take it. Take my knot. You’re not getting away.”
It pushed into me in a slow, stretching surge, locking us together so tightly I couldn’t move, couldn’twantto. The fullness was intoxicating, every nerve ending sparking as his knot pulsed deep inside me.
“Fuck, you’re perfect like this,” he rasped, his thumb circling my clit again. The added pressure tipped me into another orgasm, even harder, my walls gripping him in a way that dragged a broken sound from his throat.
