Page 46 of Hired for Research
“Hungry?”
Her nose crinkled and she shook her head, a gasp leaving her when she tried to move and tugged on where they were joined. He couldn’t stop his groan or the way his cock flexed, somehow letting out another steam of cum. With how much he’d already pumped into her he had no idea how he still had more, nor how it wasn’t spilling from around his stiff flesh plugging her hole.
Reaching blindly behind his head for the bedside table, he felt around until he found a bottle of water. He had to sit it down to hold Evelyn’s thighs as he wiggled into a more upright position before offering the bottle.
Her lip curled again, but when he cracked the cap and held the bottle to her lips, she accepted with a sigh. She took three large swallows before turning her head away.
Jett finished the rest of the water, tossing the bottle toward the bathroom door. If they ran out, he’d refill them from the tap, but it all depended on the length of her cycle.
“How long does your heat usually last?”
She licked her lips as her eyes tipped back to his. He thought he saw a flash of guilt cross her face, but it disappeared behind a carefully neutral mask.
“About four days.”
That was typical for most omegas. Days two and three would be the roughest when her hormones and need peaked, then it would taper off. He may not have been a stud, but he’d worked at one of the tending facilities for a while and had picked up a lot of information about the opposite dynamic.
“I’m sorry this happened so suddenly and you didn’t exactly get a choice. I should have had another month before my cycle.”
Her head dipped, her tone full of apology. Grabbing her chin, he raised her head until she was forced to meet his gaze again.
“This wasn’t your fault, and you have nothing to be sorry about. I could have left, but I wanted you too much to leave you to suffer alone. I was worried you’d be mad at me for staying.”
Those luscious lips popped open in surprise, stealing his attention. Despite still being buried inside her he felt fresh desire stirring, the need to fuck her again building. He needed to show her no sane alpha would be upset by being with her during her heat.
“Are you okay with this?”
As impossible as it would be to force himself to leave if she denied him, he needed to ask while he had the chance. He could already feel himself descending into the haze of lust again, and he wasn’t sure when they would surface. He just hoped he could continue to resist the urge to mark her and claim her for himself.
“I’ve been drawn to you from the beginning, I just thought giving in would make it harder to leave. I’m glad you stayed.”
That was all he needed to hear.
Moving his hand to her cheek, he curled his fingers around the back of her head, pulling her closer. He gave her time to stop him if she didn’t want it, but Evelyn relaxed into him with a sigh.
Brushing his lips over hers, he waited until she whimpered to deepen the kiss, slipping his tongue inside her mouth. Rubbing it along hers, he enjoyed the slick slide, her little moans, and the way her fingers curled into his chest.
Pulling back, she looked down at him, her pupils dilated once again.
“Jett, it’s happening again.”
An omega’s heat came in waves, and he could feel her core tensing around his shaft. His knot hadn’t deflated all the way, but a gentle tug on her hips popped it free with a gush of fluid.
Evelyn groaned and clutched her belly as Jett flipped her onto her back. The smell of their combined releases called to him, stirring his shaft back to full hardness, his knot still semi inflated.
He wanted to devour her. To lick and suck every drop of her offering from her pussy until she screamed his name and begged him to stop.
He sealed his lips to her sex, delving his tongue through her slit. Her hips bucked when it connected with her clit, the little bundle swollen and sensitive from the attention it had already received.
Holding her hips in place, he softened his tongue, circling the little nub before dipping back down to her entrance to drink her hot slick. The sweet taste of her combined with the traces of him was addictive, and he growled against her core to bring another gush to sate his thirst.
He alternated between lapping at her clit, swirling his tongue inside her, and sucking on her lower lips, cleaning every bit of slick from her and driving her to the edge of release over and over without letting her come. She whined and thrashed, fingers digging into his hair, nails raking along his scalp as she demanded he soothe the ache.
His knot pulsed, shaft throbbing with the need to take her again. To thrust deep inside her and spill himself. In the depths of his rut, he wanted to breed the little omega. To watch her swell with his child, his mark on her neck.
That thought jerked him back to reality.
“Please, Jett. Please let me come.”
