Page 86 of Her Knotty Alphas

I flash my teeth at her. "Then you better give a good chase, mags." She lets out a little squeal and picks up the pace, her feet kicking sand up behind her.

Her cute little ass draws my attention as she runs, and my fingers itch to dig into the plump skin, but I let her get a little bitahead of me before I take off. She makes it near an outcropping of rocks where the waves crash before I catch up with her.

She lets out a surprised yelp when I grab her by the waist, but then I lose my balance, falling to the side, taking her with me. Turning so she lands on top of my chest, I nearly have the wind knocked out of me when my back hits the sand. I get over it just as quickly, flipping us around so she's beneath me and my hands are braced next to her head. "Caught you."

The only sounds around us are the crashing and roaring of the waves, and even if there were other people on the beach, we're hidden from view by the rocks.

"You caught me," she breathes hard. "The real question is…" her lips quirk up at the sides, "are you going to keep me, Golden Boy?"

She looks like a goddess, her hair splayed out in the sand, her cheeks flushed from running, her lips plush and pink and waiting to be kissed.

This woman.

"Forever." My voice cracks, and then I'm dipping down, slotting my leg between hers as I claim my omega. My name on her back, my lips on hers, all she needs is my bite on her neck. I've known for years that Hannah Beckham is mine, but finally having her here with me, no secrets and no misunderstandings between us, I feel like I can take a breath for the first time in twelve years. She tastes like peaches, and warmth andhome, and she's all I've ever wanted.

My sweatpants-covered erection brushes against the thin layer of leggings, and next thing I know, I'm grinding on her like we're teens again, making out in the backseat of my car.

"I love you," she pants into my mouth, wrapping her arms around my neck and holding me close. "I meant it when I said I never stopped either. You were always meant to be mine."

"I am yours, Hannah," I gasp, moving my hips as I chase the friction of her warmth, "always have been. I love you so much it hurts."

"I don't want you to hurt, Charlie," she looks up at me with those fucking entrancing green eyes of hers, her freckles splayed across her face like little constellations.

"It doesn't hurt when I have you," I say quietly, kissing her again.

"Take me, then," she pleads when I pull up for air. "You have me. Take what's yours." Her words call to something primal in me, and in the moment, I'm sitting back on my knees, lowering the waistband of my sweatpants until my dick pops out, and she shimmies her leggings down. I settle back over her, swiping my cock through her slick folds.

"You're so fucking wet for me already," I groan, using my hand to rub the head of my cock against her clit.

"All for you," she moans, arching her back. Fuck. Of course there's sand everywhere. That's not going to be fun to clean out. For now, though? I need my omega.

I use her slick as lube as I continue to rub my head against her sensitive little nub. She tenses under me, and then releases a beautiful little cry as her body shakes with pleasure. Continuing the motion until she rides through the wave of her orgasm, when I finally slide into her slick, wet, heat, it's like finally coming home at last. "Fuck, Hannah," I groan once fully seated inside of her.

There were a handful of times we had sex when we were teenagers, but it's been twelve years since I've been inside anyone and I'm about to embarrass myself so badly here. "Oh, Charlie," she breaths, her lashes fluttering as her walls flex around me, making me grit my teeth.

"Give me just a second, mags. It's been…well, let's just say you're the only woman I've ever been with. I'm not trying to embarrass myself here."

Her eyes fly open as her perfume swells around us. "I'm…I'm the only one? You really waited? This whole time?"

"Of course I did. You're mine, Hannah."

She's surging forward, clashing our mouths together as her tongue tangles with mine. I can't help but start to move at this point, and I desperately hope I don't blow my load two seconds into this. "I can't," she gasps as I pull out and thrust back in, "believe", her nails dig into my back, "I'm the only one."

"Believe it, baby," I grit out, breathing heavily as I reach down and hook one of her legs over my arm, making her cry out again. "You're the only one I've ever wanted." My words have her clamping down on me, and her head falls back, letting me shower her neck in kisses. When I pull back, I see a red and purple mark coming through some makeup. "Did Noah mark you up?" I smirk as I pull back and push forward as hard as I can, popping my knot in place. She convulses around me, and I rut into her, my hips moving shallowly as I ride her through her orgasm.

"I wanted him to bite me," she admits on a gasp, coming down from her high, "I want all your bites, but Noah said we had to wait for everyone." The words coming out of her mouth, the admittance that she wants us to bond with her, have me roaring my own release, my hips stuttering as I pour all my cum into her.

Marking her.

Mine.

I nearly collapse, but instead roll us over so Hannah rests on my chest. We're locked together, but that just means we can watch the sunset while we wait for my knot to go down.

"Charlie?" She asks, sounding worried.

"Yeah, mags?" I run a hand over her hair.

"I…I'm not sure how to…but…"

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