“That’s it,” I groan. “You’re mine tonight.”
Her body clenches and pulses, milking me.
She sobs out a sound that makes my vision blur. I grind against her, knot fully formed now, holding us together.
I bury my face in her neck, licking the soft spot under her jaw.
Her scent explodes.
And she comes again.
Hard.
“Fuck, Noah,” she screams.
She’s still clenched around my knot, slick and swollen, her thighs twitching beneath mine. Her lips are parted, eyes half-lidded, hair spread across the pillow in a dark mess.
Every few seconds, her hips give a little jerk like she’s chasing after more, chasing after me, even though I’m already locked so deep inside her, there’s nowhere else to go.
I kiss the sweat off her temple. “Tomorrow, when you try to walk,” I murmur against her ear, “you’re going to feel all of us. Every stretch. Every drop. Every inch.”
A soft, broken moan slips from her throat. She bites her lip and arches up again, writhing against the swell of my knot as if it’s still not enough.
Her pussy clenches, fluttering tight around the base, and I hiss into her skin, gripping her thighs to hold her steady.
She’s flushed from her breasts to her ears. Every part of her says yes. Her body sings it. And I’m drowning in the proof.
“You’re unreal,” I breathe, dragging my mouth over her jaw. “My best friend. My Omega. You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this.”
Her hips twist again and she whimpers, her eyes searching mine like she knows I’m about to say something I shouldn’t.
I bite the inside of my cheek hard enough to sting, forcing the words back down.
She doesn’t need love confessions right now. She needs heat. She needs to be used and adored and filled so full her mind goes blank.
“What do you need, baby?” I whisper, mouth brushing hers. “Tell me.”
She closes her eyes, breath catching. “More.”
Her voice is hoarse, wrecked, soaked in need.
“More?” I press.
She nods. “Put me on my stomach. Grab my hips. Play with my ass. Use me. Make me clench so hard you can’t think straight.”
I groan against her mouth. She’s a fucking menace.
“Ravenous little thing,” I growl, kissing her hard as I slowly shift our bodies. “Roll over.”
She obeys, moving sluggishly, still impaled on my knot. I guide her onto her stomach and lift her hips with both hands. Her thighs spread, her spine curves.
Her ass tilts perfectly up for me, slick still leaking around the knot, dripping down her legs and onto the sheets.
“Jesus, look at you,” I mutter. “Messy. Wet. So fucking greedy for it.”
Her ass clenches the second I touch it. I cup one cheek, then the other, spreading them wide so I can see where I’m locked inside her. The sight alone makes my pulse stutter.
“More,” she whines again. “Please, Noah.”