I was about to form a response when a pained cry left her lips, a high-pitched, visceral sound of pain.
The heat.
It was physically hurting her.
Her jeans were drenched in sweet, musky slick. I had never known an omega to produce so much, but I wasn’t going to complain.
Fuck slow.
She needed a knot, and she needed it now.
Mere minutes ago, I had been driving home, excited to see her and maybe share dinner with her and my pack mates, and now I was about to fuck her against the wall of my bedroom while Jensen looked after Joey and Cullen no doubt rushed home.
Small hands tugged at my clothing. Our shirts were easy enough to remove, her plain black bra far more alluring than anything I had seen before, mainly because of the omega wearing it.
“So beautiful,” I cooed as I trailed kisses along her shoulder, relishing in the salty-sweet taste of her skin as she ground against me. The friction was maddening in the best way. If I let my alpha take the lead, I would have had her bent over the nearest surface, plunging my knot deep into her until she could think of nothing other than my cock.
“We are going to have to get those jeans off if you want to get knotted,” I muttered against her lips.
At my words, Bethany reared back, her eyes wide. Without a word, she unwrapped her legs, letting me place her back on the floor for a second as she reached for the clasp of my suit pants.
I had intended to get her naked first, but fuck me, she was a determined little thing. Before I could even blink, she was on her knees, my pants open, cock bobbing free. She beamed up at me before opening her mouth and swallowing my length.
Fucking fuck fuck.
She took every inch of me down her throat like a pro, and I wasn’t small, by any means.
“Holy fuck…” I cursed, my hand tangling in her hair as she bobbed up and down, humming gleefully.
I was supposed to be knotting her; she needed that, but I didn’t think I could stop her. My body was frozen in pure bliss.
It had been a while—out of all my pack mates, I dated the least—so I was already close to finishing, and I refused to embarrass myself like some young dumb alpha.
Any ounce of self-restraint I had left me the moment her lips touched my cock.
She stood, grinning brightly at me as she undid her jeans, and my hands automatically reached to help her get out of them.
Our movements were frenzied, a blur of tangled limbs, as we made our way across the room, desperately kissing, groping, and reaching for each other. Somehow we ended up on the bed, with me over Bethany as she ground her hips toward me while wearing nothing but that tiny bra and matching black underwear.
“Knot!” Bethany growled, lurching forward and nipping at my shoulder. My head swam with the scent of her slick. It was overwhelming, but I was fucking obsessed with it.
Her underwear was gone seconds later, thrown across the room. My lips found hers as I lined myself up.
“Fucking drenched,” I groaned, as the warmth of her wetness coated the head of my cock. The part of me that craved control wanted to drag the moment out, to make her beg sweetly to be filled and knotted.
Only, she was in pain and I didn’t like that one bit.
Slowly at first, I inched forward. I didn’t know what her experience was. If I thrust forward with no preamble, I could have hurt her.
Her pussy gave no resistance, though. My cock slid into her warmth with ease, which was surprising, given just how beautifully her walls strangled my cock.
“Fuck!” Bethany dug her fingernails into my shoulders as I started thrusting, shallow at first, but slowly building up to something stronger. With each push, her walls tightened, and it was obvious she was already getting close.
“Now, you’re going to be a good girl and come for me before I give you my knot,” I growled lightly, nipping at the skin under her ear.
“Please,” she whined, thrashing underneath me.
Grabbing the flesh of her upper leg as leverage, I opened her wider, my thrusts increasing to an almost frantic pace. I was already close to the edge, but I needed her to topple over that cliff before me.