Page 29 of In Control

“You wet little thing. You’ve taken all of my cock.”

“Hmmmm, but you promised to fuck me.”

He chuckles, grinding his hips against me and sucking on my tit. Then he starts.

I lose all control, moaning and groaning, screaming for more and more. He pounds me into the mattress, muttering more dirty words in my ear as he does, and just as I think I’m going to strike it lucky for a third time tonight, he rolls us over, so I’m lying on top of him.

“Ride me,” he says again with more plead and less authority this time. “You looked so goddamn sexy on top of me and I want to see those tits bouncing again.”

I bite him hard on his shoulder, before rolling up to sit. I press my hands onto his shoulders and I bounce on his cock. I was already so close and this angle has him hitting me right where I need him. Soon I’m crashing into an earth-shattering orgasm and he takes over as my body turns molten, lifting me up and down on his cock as he thrusts up to meet me.

When he comes, he holds me up so I’ve only half his cock inside me and I peer down to watch as his knot expands at his base and warm fluid hits my insides.

I reach down and touch his knot with my fingers and he groans, his eyes fluttering shut. It’s rock hard and hot and three times the girth of his cock.

“Squeeze it. Squeeze my knot, sweetheart.” I wrap both hands around the swollen tissue and give him the pressure he needs.

And all of a sudden, I feel it, the crushing inadequacy, because as fun as this was, some of the best sex I’ve experienced, I can’t take his knot. I can’t take it like an omega can.

7

Gabriel

I need coffee.

I need coffee like yesterday.

My head pounds and every muscle in my body aches.

I rub the dust out of my eyes, stretch and kick off the bed covers.

Esra’s bed is empty. He was here last night when I rolled in beside him in the early hours of the morning. Now he’s gone. Probably for a morning jog.

I wish he wouldn’t do that. I like to snuggle in the morning. Heck, I like sleepy, lazy morning sex even better. And an alpha who will fetch my coffee for me.

I’m not getting any of those today.

With an irritated groan, I stagger out of bed, massaging my temples as I find a pair of boxers from one of his drawers and tug them up my thighs.

Then I hobble out into the hallway and along to the kitchen. I had a performance last night, and then Katerina had dragged us all to a nightclub. My hamstrings are tight and my feet raw.

At the kitchen, I open the door and groan again as bright sunshine rushes to blind me. I shade my eyes and stumble through. The aroma of coffee hits my senses and my stomach growls. I squint towards the coffee machine resting on the bloody gleaming counter and blink. Then I blink again.

It’s not one of my packmates curled over the machine in a t-shirt that’s riding up their thighs and flashing arse my direction. No, it’s a woman. All curvy and soft and biteable.

My insides tighten.

I sniff the air. Not omega. No scent. Nothing but coffee.

I let out a long sigh of relief, one our little visitor doesn’t hear over the hiss of the machine.

I stroll closer until I’m right behind her, then reach around her edible little body to punch buttons on the machine.

“It’s this one,” I whisper into her ear.

The little thing jumps a bloody mile and I smile back in satisfaction. Serves her right for snooping about in my kitchen.

She spins around to face me and I examine her face.

---