Page 50 of The Fake Mate

His thumb slides across my swollen clit as sparks dance over my skin—my head falling back and my lips parting as he rolls the sensitive bundle beneath his fingers.

“Noah.”

“You’re going to come for me,” he tells me again. “You’re going to come on my knot. Ineedyou to, Mackenzie.”

I nod dazedly as my teeth press into my lower lip, hearing needy sounds in the air that I suspect are coming from me. His touch paired with the fullness inside me is almost too much to take, my skin feeling like a live wire as he circles the slick-drenched bud of my clit again and again andagain. I can already feel a pressurebuilding deep in my belly, the muscles there tightening and forcing my insides to clamp down even harder on what is an already incredibly tight space.

Every swipe of his fingers has me clenching around his knot, and each occurrence has Noah hissing through his teeth. I’m aware distantly that he’s just watching me come undone beneath him, but considering everything that’s happened tonight, I can’t find it in me to be embarrassed. I hear his quiet little urges and his rasped praise in the air around us—murmured utterances ofso goodandlook at youandthat’s itringing in my ears even as he says them quietly.

“Keep touching me,” I beg. “Just like that.Right there.”

“You’re getting tighter,” he grinds out. “I’m going to fucking come.Again.”

“Don’t stop,” I breathe. “Just keep—fuck.”

Every muscle in my body draws up tight like a bowstring right before I dissolve into a trembling mess, my thighs quivering and my insides trembling even more as a wordless cry escapes me. Even after, I can feel the slow circling of Noah’s thumb on my too-sensitive clit, and I only open my eyes when I feel his hand leave me, watching as he brings that same digit to his mouth to clean it with his tongue. Watching his eyes nearly roll back as he does it.

I open my arms in quiet invitation, and it takes no convincing for Noah to fall into me, pulling me against his chest as my thigh settles over his, feeling boneless and sated even as his knot still pulses dully inside me. Neither of us speaks at first, the sound of our breath mingling in the air as we both attempt to catch it. His eyes are on me when I finally peer up at him—holding that same wild look that had crept into them when he’d kissed me on my couch and every moment after.

“That was...” I clear my throat. “Something.”

“Something,” he echoes dazedly. “Yeah.”

The mood feels heavy now that it’s all over, and since I am literally stuck with Noah for the unseeable future, I try to lighten it. “See? Sex addenda are great.”

“Right,” he says, still looking out of sorts. “And we’re... okay?”

Oh. That’s what he’s worried about. I laugh softly, turning up my face to kiss his cheek.

“Don’t worry,” I assure him. “I won’t be asking you to bite me anytime soon.”

“Okay,” he says evenly, his brow still furrowed. Maybe he’s not convinced I won’t mate him against his will. “Right.”

I laugh at the thought, nuzzling his chest and smiling at the absurdity of it. I mean, it was just sex, after all. “Go to sleep, Dr. Taylor,” I tease. “You have a morning shift tomorrow.”

I feel a barely-there kiss at my hair paired with his quiet agreement, and I close my eyes as fatigue seeps in, lulled by the satisfied quality of my limbs and the pleasant throbbing of his knot still inside me, the fullness eliciting a faint pleasurable sensation, even now.

I smile again as I yawn, thinking once more how silly it is that so many people might lose their minds after getting a taste of something like this. Sure, it was mind-blowing, but turning your whole world upside down for a great lay? Utterly ridiculous.

I feel his knot pulse slightly, sending a shiver down my spine as I squeeze my eyes shut, focusing instead on the steadythumpof Noah’s heart against my ear as I will myself to sleep, to not let things get weird.

Still,I think absently as I start to drift.A girl could definitely get used to this.

10

Noah

It takes mea moment upon waking to remember where I am.

The sheets are brighter than mine—soft, lavender linens beneath a plush, plum comforter. I don’t immediately open my eyes; the events of last night and every moment of what Mackenzie and I have done plays in full HD behind my eyelids, and every worry and cause for hesitation that I’d thrown out the window when she’d kissed me comes rushing back with the clarity that morning brings. Despite the admittedly incredible night I had, I can’t help but worry about how complicated things will be now.

I open my eyes slowly, warily, reaching to my left until my hands meet cold sheets. I blink up at the ceiling in surprise for a moment before lifting my head to find the bed empty. I sit up slowly to glance around Mackenzie’s tiny studio, seeing no trace of her in the living room or the kitchen and realizing I’m alone.

What the hell?

Swinging my legs over the side of the bed, my feet hit the wood floor briefly as I bend to snatch up my pants and fish out my forgotten phone from the pocket. I still have an hour until my shift starts, which is plenty of time, really, but it’s unlike me to sleep inthis much. Honestly, I can’t think of a single time in my life when I slept as well as I did last night, and I can’t pretend that my restful night isn’t one hundred percent because of the brazen omega whose mouth I can still taste and whose body I can almost feel still pressed against me.

My entire adult life I have given little thought to the more explicit bits of my biological makeup—I mean, it’s hard to miss the idea of knotting when it can only be done with some near-mythical counterpart. One I have near zero chances of meeting, anyway. I assumed it was all just some hormonal nonsense that was made to sound much better than it actually was, probably.

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