Page 121 of Broken Omega

I open my eyes, and stare back at him. “You’re going to come inside me one last time before I release your knot.”

“Yes, Omega,” he murmurs, desire burning in his stare.

I grind harder into his thrusts, making him thrust so deep I can barely handle the feeling.

A groan escapes my lips, and his breath catches in his throat.

“I want you to take me from behind next time,” I tell him.

“Oh, God …” he groans.

He’s getting close, I can feel it.

I smile. “I want to feel your knot in every position, swollen in place until I’m satisfied.”

“Brooke …”

“Every position, Kellan.”

He loses it, frowning deeply and giving out a low groan as he comes inside me.

I let my pussy’s grip on his knot relax. It’s common knowledge that an Omega controls her Alpha’s knot. She decides when it’s time for it to swell, and she decides when she’s done with it.

An Alpha has some control, but the Omega’s needs come first.

When I let go, his swelling goes down, and he gasps as he moves to the side to lay down next to me, pulling me into his embrace.

There’s no turning back now.The thought makes me smile.

My whole world changed since my heat came on tonight, and I have no regrets.

I didn’t think I wanted an Alpha, but here I am with a mark on my throat.

I guess what I was waiting for was my unicorn.

Well, I found him and I’m never letting him go.

KELLAN

The room gets rapidly colder as soon as Brooke’s heat passes. I didn’t expect the temperature changes involved would be noticeable enough to effect anything, but then again I didn’t expect to be claiming my mate in an uninhabited apartment bedroom. The place has no heat, and now that we’re not caught up in each other’s bodies, creating warmth between us, it’s cool enough in the room that we’re going to have to move.

I know a heat can last for days, sometimes even weeks, and Omegas need to rest a lot between all the knotting. I don’t think I did too badly for my first time satisfying my true mate, but my dick is ready for the resting part now.

I am, too. It’s late, and I want to curl up with my mate and get some sleep.

“Ugh, I don’t want to have to move,” she moans next to me.

We made the mistake of getting comfortable without getting under the covers.

Now it’s too cold to stay where we are.

“I’ll move first,” I tell her, knowing it’s going to suck.

She pulls a face. “What if I need you while you’re gone?”

I laugh. “I’ll be two steps away from the bed looking for my underwear.”

“Okay, you can go,” she says, giving me a smile.

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