Page 70 of In Control

“I am,” I growl through clenched teeth, holding his gaze. “I’m not someone you need to protect.”

“You are,” he insists. “And next time, I promise I’ll worship you with my body. I’ll go gentler and slower. But, fuck, Sophia, fuck, the things you’re doing to me.”

I don’t know how long it lasts. The second orgasm rips through me and whips away any concept of time and space I had.

When I return to the present, he’s coming too, pulling out of me, and coming all over my backside.

“Shit, sweetheart, sorry, I didn’t want to–”

“It’s fine.” I twist my head around to look at him. “I like it.”

He chuckles. “You really are a dirty girl, Sophia. I fucking love it, but I’m going to clean you up. Stay there. Don’t move.”

I catch sight of my own reflection as I wait for him. I have a wide smile on my face, my hair’s dishevelled and my cheeks pink. I look like I got fucked good. Shit.

Where the fuck will all this lead?

But I decide not to worry about that now. To enjoy the moment while it lasts.

He’s back a moment later with a flannel and gently he wipes away the mess on my backside and between my legs, then turns me around to kiss him again. He’s still half hard.

“Does it hurt?” I ask.

“What, Sophia?”

“Is it painful if you don’t knot after fucking?”

He wriggles down my skirt and bundles me to the sofa, curling me up across his lap. He smoothes the hair away from my face and strokes my cheek.

“No, it doesn’t hurt.”

“But it’s not … comfortable.”

“Sophia, fucking you was truly amazing. I enjoyed it a lot.”

“But you’d have enjoyed it more if you’d knotted me.”

“I enjoyed coming all over your arse! Painting you with my come.”

I frown at him. “Tell me the truth, please.”

He stares at me. “Fine, it feels a little frustrating, like I haven’t completed. But it’s nothing I can’t live with. It’s part of being an alpha. Even an omega can’t be knotted all the time or even wants to.”

I scoff. “Gabe says it’s the best orgasm you can have. Rosie gets all fidgety if she hasn’t been knotted by one of her alphas recently. I doubt either would pass on the opportunity.”

“Rosie?”

“My best friend. She’s a pack omega like Gabe.”

He nods and kisses my forehead. “I liked fucking you. I’d like to do it again. Fuck,” he drops his head backwards against the sofa, “I don’t know if Liam is going to be mad or elated.”

“Why would he be mad?” I ask with suspicion.

“Because now he’s going to have to share you.”

“I think Liam likes sharing.”

Roman examines my face. “Do you like to be shared, Sophia?”

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