Page 54 of Our Deceptive Heat

In the back of my mind, I’m aware that this isn’t me, that I’m devastated and hurt, but I can’t stop myself from leaning into his neck and inhaling that scent.

“Alpha,” I whimper.

Tyr is so beautiful. I reach up, running my fingers through his soft black hair.

“What do you want, Omega?”

What do I want? My head is hazy. It’s hard to think.

“It hurts,” I moan, my hips undulate, and for the first time in my adult life, I feel a cock against my pussy. My thighs fall apart, giving the alpha more room.

It startles me, but only for a second. Heat blazes through me, and I lose myself in it, leaning up to kiss his skin, touch him, but he backs off, and suddenly, Mako is there.

He seizes my lips in a scorching kiss that has my stomach flipping wildly before the cramps double down.

“Are you ready for knots now, fish?”

I moan. “Please. Please, I need it.”

“Yeah, I know you do. You were so brave and strong, but let us take care of you now.”

I whimper, but he kisses down my neck and licks a spot that makes my toes curl.

“You’re so very beautiful.”

I preen, and my thighs fall open, allowing him to settle between my legs.

“Is this your first time, Omega?” Mako purrs.

I jerk my head in a nod.

“Okay, then, we’re going to make it really good for you.”

I don’t even care, I just need…something. Knots, I don’t even know what one looks like. I just need the aching to go away.

Mako leans over me, letting out an alpha rumble that has slick running down between my butt cheeks. He holds himself up with one arm and slowly slides the other down my body and in between my legs.

I gasp, arching off the bed. “Yes, there! More.”

Every touch of each finger sets off a drumming in my ears, fireworks in my mind.

He flicks his finger over my clit, and I almost come with just that. I’ve never been this sensitive, this needy before.

Mako grins at me, intently watching my face. He presses a finger into me, his smile stretching wider as my eyes widen, and my mouth stretches in a silent cry.

My breath catches, and I thrash my head from side to side. I don’t know what to do, what I want. My hips lift, pushing against his hand, grinding against his fist.

“Mako!” I sob out.

“Just getting you ready,” he soothes and slides another long finger inside me.

A rough, rasping snarl bursts from me as I let him know my frustration. I wrap my arm around his, holding him in place. I squeeze my legs together, trying to stop the ache, but he just stills, watching me until I spread them wide again.

At last, he pulls back, and I feel something bigger press against my opening.

“Do you want me to go-”

I wrap my legs around his hips and drive myself up, impaling myself on his cock. It hurts, but nothing like I’ve been told, nothing compared to the desperate ache I’m feeling.

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