Page 118 of Broken Omega

My willpower’s not going to hold out for very long if she keeps tightening around my knot.

“Can’t you tell?” she asks, her gaze searching mine. “Don’t you feel how much I want you? I spent so damn long dreaming of you, Kellan. I’ve been ready for this for a long time, too. I want you inside me like this every day. I want everyone to know you’re my Alpha.”

I can definitely feel it. I run a hand over her breast before I bend my head back down to her throat.

She moans under my touch. I nip at her throat, teasing the skin with my sharpened teeth without breaking it. Her breath catches. I tease a little more before I bite down to mark her.

She cries out my name, wrapping her arms around my neck, one hand stroking through my hair as she tenses under me.

Holy fuck, she’s coming.Her pussy’s throttling my dick like she’s trying to drain it dry. I barely manage to hold back.

I kiss her newly made mark and move back as her grasp slackens off around my neck. I gaze down at her face while her pussy’s still death-gripping my dick. She’s flushed and gasping as she looks up at me with desire-filled eyes.

“My mate,” she murmurs.

Hearing her say it, after making her come, is too much to take.

I lose control of the urge to come inside her.

Thrusting hard, I close my eyes and start to groan.

Apparently, coming with a knot isn’t the same as coming without one.

It lasts a lot longer, and the swelling doesn’t automatically go down after.

I’m in rut. She’s my mate, and I need to keep her satisfied through her heat.

Stilling for a second, I gaze down at her.

“My mate.”

BROOKE

Apparently, sex with a true mate is much more satisfying than hitting up a random fuckboy. Who would have guessed? Knowing that I could have been with Kellan much sooner makes me kind of mad, but I know I need to let that go.

We’re together now, and nothing can break the bond we’ve made.

Our bodies move together slowly on the surprisingly comfortable bed. The ache in my pussy has been eased by his knot, but the full feeling I have from his swollen cock is making me crave more and more. It’s probably just as well I have the contraceptive implant, because otherwise there’s no way I’d be getting out of this encounter without at least one bun in the oven.

I can feel how much he’s coming inside me, and it’s only making me want more.

“I think I want to be on top,” I tell him. “Move in closer, we can roll over.”

He does what I ask, and a few seconds later I’m making myself comfortable in the new position on his knot. It feels a little more intense, and when I start to rock my clit rubs against him a bit, pushing me into another climax with practically no warning.

“Oh, God!” I gasp out.

He gazes at me, that wide-eyed look on his face.

He knows when I’m coming, and he gets more turned on each time.

“Why do you feel this good?” I ask him, making him smile.

“It’s all you,” he says. “I’m just taking notes.”

He proves it by tugging me down to rock on him, causing more friction on my slick-wet, swollen clit.

I groan at the sensation, inching toward another orgasm while he watches my face intently.

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