Page 51 of Pucking With My Head

Thankfully, she didn’t make me wait. Her walls fluttered around me, trying to milk my cock for everything it had. My vision blurred and the overwhelming urge to bite her hit me.

I had knotted omegas before—I wasn’t new to that—but never had I felt such an overwhelming urge to sink my teeth into them.

Bethany was dangerous, but as my cock expanded, I had to exert considerable effort to avoid biting her. I couldn’t do that. Itwould be cruel and taking advantage. Bonding was something to be discussed together and mutually agreed upon.

Then again, if we were bonded, she couldn’t leave.

My logic was screwed up. Yes, I had been abandoned before by Joey’s mother, and the idea of biting Bethany so she couldn’t leave us definitely held its appeal, but that would be unfair to her. I was an asshole. I wasn’t a monster.

Shaking the thought out of my mind, I opted to focus on the omega currently locked on my knot.

Her pupils were blown as she looked up at me in amazement. Some of the haze was clearing from her vision, and her breathing was becoming more even.

“Hey, how are you feeling?” I asked gently.

“A-a little clearer,” she muttered.

Well, she wasn’t running and screaming for the hills. So that was a good thing.

“How are you feeling about what’s happening right now? Do you want us to take you home?”

Her gaze turned from confusion to anger. “Do you want me to leave?”

I thrust my hips forward. Even though she was already locked on my knot, I could still nudge it slightly deeper inside her. Her walls clamped down and her eyes rolled into the back of her head for a moment at the sensation.

“Motherfucker!” she hissed, making me chuckle.

“If I have it my way, you’re not going anywhere. But you weren’t exactly lucid when we started this conversation, and now that you’re having a moment of clarity, we’re going to discuss it.”

Bethany bit her lip. “Look, I didn’t intend to jump your bones, but it hurts a lot, and I don’t like the idea of going home and dealing with that pain on my own.”

“Then don’t,” I said simply.

“This changes nothing, though,” she said, nodding more to herself than to me.

I said nothing.

No way were we going to support her through a heat and not have it change everything. There was no point in saying that and stressing her out, though. She was already in a vulnerable position.

“Are you in any pain?”

She shook her head. “No, the cramps have stopped. It’s still there, but it’s not painful, if you know what I mean?”

I nodded. “Sounds about right. Usually at the start, there are moments of lucidity and less pain before it really amps up.”

Her eyes widened. “It’s going to get worse?”

Gently, I brushed a wayward strand of hair away from her face, looking her in the eye as I spoke. “I don’t know. To be fair, that first wave seemed pretty intense. They may all be like that. They may be less; they may be more.”

She narrowed her eyes at me. “It’s very bizarre that you know more about heats than I do. Don’t get me wrong—I know the mechanics, I know what happens, and I’ve heard my friends talk about them—but I hadn’t really thought about the sticky logistics.”

I chuckled. “Just wait until you’re three days in and you refuse to shower.”

“Nope.” She grimaced. “I refuse. I will be showering.”

“It’s kind of hard to shower when you’re locked on a knot,” I pointed out.

She huffed. “I know how knots work. I’m new to heats, Gideon, not to the concept of knotting,” she said, rolling her eyes.

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