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“Alpha,” she whimpers beneath me.
“Just one moment,” I tell her. I need to commit this moment to memory.
“I need you to move,” she says. “You promised to fuck me.”
I open my eyes and chuckle. I can’t help it. Hollie Bright is needy, greedy, and I think I love her all the more for it.
I promised to fuck her hard. I wanted to fuck her hard. But now I’m here in this moment, I want it to last forever. I want to drag it out and enjoy the feeling of Hollie Bright’s soft, warm heat wrapped around my cock.
I slide from her achingly slowly, torturing both her and me, and then I grind back into her just as slowly, just as torturously. She moans, her lower lip trembling. The pulse in her throat flutters. She takes a grip of my shoulders, nails sinking into my flesh.
“Alpha,” she groans.
I wrap my arms around her too, cradling her against me, our skin flush together. I grind again and again and again. And shewrithes underneath me, a sensitive little thing, her skin turning hot and sticky in my hands.
“You like that?” I ask her.
“More than I can say,” she murmurs.
And so, even though this pace is killing me, I retain my control. I grind slowly, using the whole of my body to sink as deep inside her as I can. And then she’s coming in my arms. I feel the tension rising up her spine, feel her muscles tighten, coiled like a spring. And then, with one final grind, she falls apart. Her body goes slack. It jolts with pleasure. Her head tips back. I kiss her neck, her chin, her mouth, as she mutters my name as her skin flushes a sweet rosy color.
“You’re so beautiful when you come, Hollie.”
I think that’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen – more beautiful than the sunrise over the mountains on a spring morning, more beautiful than the sun setting over the snow-blanketed pastures in the winter, more beautiful than the big blue sky that shines above the ranch on clear days when only the wispiest of clouds float above us.
Hollie Bright is the most beautiful thing I’ve seen on this earth, and she’s most beautiful when I’m holding her in my arms and making her come.
It tips me over the edge. My alpha instincts take control. I turn feral.
“I’m going to fuck you hard, and I’m going to knot you.”
“Clay,” she mutters. “Please. Yes. Knot me.”
I fuck the Omega hard on the mattress until she’s screaming my name a second time, and I’m coming inside her bare cunt, filling her with my seed, and my knot is expanding.
Her pussy walls clench around me and her nails sink so deep into my shoulder I’m sure she’s marking me with them.
And then:
“Oh God,” she mutters. “Oh God, that feels – that feels –”
And then this little Omega, this truly wonderful miracle of an Omega, comes a third time as I knot her pussy – knot her pussy for the very first time.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Hollie
I’ve swapped tales with enough omegas, read enough online forums, and studied enough biology textbooks to know that an alpha’s knot is meant to be the most incredible, mind-blowing, and downright erotic experience possible for an Omega – one I’d never experienced. Sure, I have my dildos with the fake knots – the ones that vibrate, that pulsate, that even expand to imitate an alpha’s. They never really did anything for me. And I thought all those other Omegas, those online forums and those textbooks, had seriously exaggerated – big-time fake news – to try and convince us omegas to hook up with alphas despite their pushy natures, grumpy attitudes, and self-centered ways.
Turns out I was wrong.
I was wrong big-time.
At first, I don’t realize. Clay holds me tight in his arms, his cock jerking inside me and hot liquid flooding my pussy. He tells me he’s going to knot me, and I hold my breath and wait. I feel a slight pressure at the entrance to my pussy and my heart sinks. It’s nothing special. No better than all those stupid dildos.
But the thing is, it doesn’t stop there.
It keeps expanding. The stretch is both alarming and, at first, even a little painful. But that’s the delicious nature of it – the pain and the pleasure, like day and night, like sweet and sour, like hot and cold, mixing together, one swirling into the other, and soon the pleasure swamps through my body, drowning out all the pain.
