Page 49 of Royal Omega

The pure, tight, liquid heat of her pussy contracts around me, squeezing me as I invade her. She lets out a low moan as I fill her up, careful to keep my knot outside. Last thing we need is to be stuck together right now. As much as I want to knot her, it’s going to have to wait.

Whispering my name, Carissa lets me lift her other leg around my waist, so I’m holding her upright against the door.

And then we start to move. I fuck her with everything inside me. I lean in and growl in her ear, telling her that she’s mine, that she’s been mine since I first scented her. She doesn’t reply, but lets little moans escape her lips as I fuck her hard against the door.

Keeping one of my hands against her thigh to support her, I press my thumb to her clit, teasing her as I thrust my hips forward. I’m already losing control. Already feeling the tension that proceeds my release. But I’m going to make sure she cums first.

It doesn’t take long. Her head falls back against the door, thumping with each thrust as she cums hard, her cunt tightening around me as she whimpers my name. I stare at her neck, so delicate, smelling so fucking good. My mouth waters, my teeth seem to throb with the desire to sink into her flesh; to mark her as my own, and make sure no one outside our pack ever thinks about touching her again.

With a grunt, I cum inside her, filling her with ropes of my seed. I fuck her frantically through my orgasm, losing my head in the moment. She gasps as I thrust hard, pushing my knot inside of her. She cries out my name, moving against me. Despite cumming just moments ago, I find myself still hard. I rock against her, keeping her stuck on my knot as we fuck.

She shudders again, her pussy tightening around me, and I groan as I cum a second time, filling her with even more of my essence. I hope I’m impregnating her right now, I think to myself savagely. I wish I could bite down on her neck and be done with it.

I lick the skin of her neck, barely managing to hold myself back even as we both relax in the afterglow. My knot holds us together for at least ten minutes, but we don’t talk. Instead we just hold each other; the only sound in the room is our heavy breathing.

Finally, she pushes against my chest ever so slightly, and I take the hint, pulling out of her and lowering her gently to the floor. Her feet touch down, and I start to step away, but she staggers, leaning against me. With a chuckle, I catch hold of her, keeping her upright until she finds her barings again.

“Holy shit,” she whispers.

“I agree.”

She stares up into my eyes. “I mean it, though. Holy shit.”

I growl as I pull her close again, rubbing my neck against her own. “The next time we do this, I’m going to bite this spot, Izzy, and make you mine forever. Would you like that?”

She smiles for an instant, her eyes shining, but then the expression fades, and reality comes crashing back. “It will never work, Ransom. You and I both know that.”

I snarl, putting my hands on either side of her as I lean in and whisper, “I know nothing of the kind, Carissa. Mark my words: you will be mine, and I will be yours.”

“I just don’t see how that can happen, with Conrad in the picture,” she says softly. “I like you a lot, Ransom, but... this can’t happen again.”

With that, she slips out from under my arm and opens the door, leaving me to stand in the library, my cock still wet from her slick, my mind racing.

Chapter Twenty-one - Conrad

“What the hell do youthink you’re doing?” Ransom growls.

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