Page 47 of Hired for Research
He had no idea how long she’d been begging, too lost in his own lust. Pulling his mouth away from her core, he ran his fingers through her slit as he looked up at her. Back arched, breasts thrust into the air, her head thrashed from side to side as he stroked her.
“Perfect little omega. Come for me.”
He pressed two fingers into her as he said the words, brushing his thumb over her clit. Crying out, her fist tightened in his curls, hips riding his fingers as he slowly worked his thumb back and forth over the bundle of nerves.
He sat up when she fell limp, fisting his painful erection. She still shuddered with the aftershocks of her release, eyes closed, head turned to the side. The smooth skin of her neck called to him, making his mouth water with the need to bite.
He couldn’t fuck her like this. His control was slipping, his need and desire for her too high.
Pumping his fist up and down his length, he used their fluids as lube as he wrapped his other hand around his knot. There was nothing gentle or teasing about the way he jerked himself, and the first splash of his release sprayed on her belly before she even caught her breath.
Grunting as rope after rope of pearly fluid left his tip, he kept up the motion of his hand, marking her with his release from chin to mons. It ran down her breasts, pooling in the valley between them, and in the depression of her belly button.
When he couldn’t force anymore from his angry cock he released his knot, leaving it to throb in air far colder than the heat it wanted locked inside. He’d been mesmerized by the sight of his seed spraying across her skin and hadn’t realized she was watching, but when slim fingers rubbed through the mess on her breasts and lifted to her lips, he was caught in the dark pools of her eyes.
A dainty purr filled the air as she sucked his cum off her fingers. Her hand dipped again, gripping her breast, massaging his cooling spunk into her skin before returning to her mouth for her little pink tongue to lap it off.
He almost came again just from the sight of it.
His palm joined hers, rubbing his seed across her belly. Dipping his fingers into the divot filled with his cream, he scooped it up and raised them to her mouth. Her lips parted, accepting his digits into that warm cavern and sucking them clean.
His shaft twitched, begging for the same attention.
Scooping more of his release from her flesh, he brought it down to her core. Parting her lower lips with his other hand, he stuffed his coated fingers into her opening, making her sigh and lift her hips as he worked them in and out of her.
She whined when he pulled his hands away, holding out her arms to him.
“Fill me, alpha. I’m so empty.”
His orgasm had brought some clarity, but he was still hard, and he wasn’t going to make her beg for something they both wanted. Surging over her, he breached her entrance with a snap of his hips, burying himself halfway with one thrust.
She clamped her arms and legs around him, heels digging into his ass to urge him on. Her nails raked his shoulders, mouth kissing and sucking along his chest and throat as he pulled back and slammed forward again.
His knot caught at her entrance, too swollen to squeeze through, but he didn’t let it stop him. Pounding into her, he reached down and put his hands beneath her ass, tilting her to plunge deeper. Her lower lips stretched as he tried to force it in, her cries growing louder, her nails biting deeper, but she kept pulling him back each time he retreated.
Cradling her bottom with one hand, he moved the other between them, finding her clit with his fingertips. He didn’t go easy, pressing down on the bundle of nerves and rubbing as fast as he could. When her core began to flutter around his shaft he stopped his thrusts, bearing down as he forced her to orgasm.
His knot squeezed through, and Evelyn screamed, throwing her head back as her entire body clenched. Her orgasm brought his own, her channel milking him until it felt like he’d emptied every drop of cum he had into her womb.
He rolled to the side, pulling Evelyn onto his chest as he gasped for breath. Nothing had every felt as good as being inside her, and as the fog lifted a little further, he considered begging her to stay. He doubted she’d accept, but he didn’t think he could let her leave without trying.
21. Evelyn
Conscious thought came in broken flashes. The burning need slowly faded, the thoughtless desire giving way to exhaustion. It was hard to tell how much time had passed, but once she’d slept off the fatigue after the last bout of frenzied sex, she wanted nothing more than a bath and food.
The heavy weight of Jett lying half atop her combined with the scent of them filling the room almost convinced her to go back to sleep, but as tired and sated as her body was, her mind was whirling.
She’d been knotted by an alpha. During her heat.
She remembered Jett telling her he’d had his shot, so she didn’t have to worry about pregnancy, but she lifted the arm not trapped beneath his bulk to feel along her neck and shoulders, assuring herself there was no bite. She didn’t feel any different, besides a soreness that didn’t surprise her, and she breathed a sigh of relief to find nothing but unbroken skin.
Jett stirred, squeezing her closer, but her gasp seemed to snap him awake. Jerking upright, his golden eyes blinked down at her, his mussed hair giving him a boyish look that made her smile despite the slightly awkward situation.
“Hi.”
His chest rumbled and he let out a cough as he shook his head.
“Hi,” he answered.
