Page 48 of Rejected Pregnant Mate

This was unlike anything I'd felt before. There was no darkness, no anger, nothing but need and pleasure. He was everywhere, his scent and his taste, the feel of his muscles beneath my palms.

"You feel so fucking good, Omega."

"Yes, Alpha," I breathed.

He growled. "You like it, don't you, taking your Alpha's cock deep inside your tight, wet pussy?"

I nodded, moaning. "Yes."

"Such a good girl," he praised.

His words made a fresh rush of arousal flow through me. The pleasure was building, and my orgasm was close. I could barely keep a thought in my head.

"Scott," I gasped.

He knew what I needed. His fingers slipped between our bodies, his thumb stroking my clit in slow, firm circles. It was the exact pressure and speed I craved.

"You're so close, aren't you, Omega?"

"Yes!" I cried, arching against him. "Yes, please, I need to come."

"So do I." He thrust harder, the water splashing around us. "And you're going to come all over my cock."

He didn't even need to say it. The tension was building, my release just out of reach.

"Come for me, Omega."

His command, the forceful timbre of his voice, did the trick. Pleasure raced through me, and I was crying out, shuddering, eyes screwed shut as my muscles clenched and released, clenched and released.

It wasn't until I started to come down from my orgasm that I realized something: "You didn't finish."

Scott grinned, but there was tension in his expression. "It was the hardest thing I've ever done, but I held back. I need to knot you, Omega, and I'm not doing that until we're in bed."

I shuddered, loving the image. It was like my body was addicted, and I craved his knot to an almost painful level. "Please. Please knot me."

Scott's eyes flashed, and his jaw clenched. He lifted me out of the tub and wrapped a fluffy towel around me. I felt warm,loose, and boneless. My eyelids drooped as he led me into the bedroom.

I didn't have time to appreciate his room and all the little touches that made it his, like the photos on the nightstand or the worn copy of an old war novel on the bedside table. I only had eyes for him as he took my hand and pulled me into the soft, black sheets, both of our towels forgotten on the carpet.

I wrapped my arms around him, and we fell onto the bed together, his weight a comforting pressure on top of me.

"Tell me what you want," he ordered.

I whimpered, spreading my legs wider to give him access. "I need you, Alpha. I want your knot."

Scott's hand dipped between my legs, where my slick was already dripping from my pussy. "You're wet for me, Omega. Is that all for me? Because you need your Alpha's big cock?"

"Yes," I whined. God, hearing Scott, clean-cut, always in control Scott talk like that made me lose my mind.

He pushed two fingers inside, curling them just right, and my inner muscles clenched, trying to milk his fingers. Scott's thumb stroked my clit, and the pleasure was intense. It was more than a physical feeling, though. The intimacy and tenderness of this act, his touching me, caring for me, was more powerful than anything else.

Scott's tongue swept across my collarbone, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin there. I wanted him to bite me. I wanted to belong to him completely, and I wanted everyone to see I was his.

"Mine," he growled.

"Yours," I agreed, refusing to consider if it was just the heat making us talk like this, or something deeper. "But you're mine, too. All mine."

Scott sucked at the scent gland on my neck, and I almost came undone on the spot.

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