Page 32 of Omega's Pretend Mate
He chuckled, then rolled his hips.
I gasped and curled my hands into the blankets.
My alpha slid his hands to my hips, then held them tight as he started thrusting.
My entire focus narrowed to the feel of him moving inside me. Every nerve zinged with pleasure as his cock slid past. The heat of his hands grounded me while my entire body wanted to rocket to bliss.
I couldn’t hold back as I started trying to thrust back against him.
“That’s right, Gabe,” he rumbled. “Take what you need.”
What I needed was his knot, locking us together and giving me relief from the urge to be bred.
“Knot,” I begged, thrusting as hard against him as I could. “Please.”
He released my hips to lean over me instead, changing the angle and making me cry out as he nailed my sweet spot. “As many times as you need sweetheart.”
He fucked into me hard and fast, his cock hitting my sweet spot with every thrust, and the force making my dick rub against the covers.
The added stimulation was all it took. I screamed as I came.
My alpha fucked me through my second orgasm, then roared.
“Alpha!” I cried as his knot grew, locking us together and wringing one more orgasm from me.
He collapsed on top of me and kissed my shoulder. “You’re the sexiest omega I’ve ever met,” he murmured as his lips traced near my neck.
I hummed in contentment. I was being properly knotted, and my alpha seemed pleased with me.
He turned us onto our sides and wrapped his arms around my middle.
“Rest for now,” he whispered. “I’m right here when you need me.”
Sleeping in his embrace seemed the perfect thing to do.
∞∞∞
I was too comfortable to open my eyes, because that would mean facing the world. I was warm and supported, and Christian’s delicious scent filled my nose.
I shifted to get back to sleep, and moaned. I was sore all over, but it was the good type of sore, the kind that was a reminder of ecstasy.
I froze as lips pressed against the back of my neck, and hazy memories came back to me. I’d been admiring the ring, then I had gone looking for Christian. After that was mostly a blur of pleasure brought on by his knot.
I groaned. I’d finally gotten him inside me, and I could barely remember it because I’d been in heat.
He shifted behind me, his morning wood pressing against my ass. “How are you feeling? Did your heat pass?”
He set one hand on my forehead then kissed my shoulder. “You feel cooler.”
I turned in his arms and pressed my face to his chest, inhaling his scent. If I was being honest with myself, I was close enough to the end of my heat that I could probably thank him and let the lingering need dissipate on its own.
But would I be satisfied with that? No. I’d wanted him for far too long, and this might be my only chance to actually remember what being with him was like.
I kissed up his chest, neck, and jaw until I was able to brush my lips against his. “Once more?”
He smiled against my lips. “You ride?”
I moaned at the thought. “Deal.”
