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“Sorry,” he murmurs. “That was wrong of me.”
“It’s okay.” I honestly don’t mind that he marked me. I feel a connection to him that is crazy and new. It’s exciting and thrilling, and I want to do the same to him. I rake my nails softly down the left side of his neck.
He groans with lust and flattens me to the bed. “Sugar baby,” he whispers. “Let me ease your heat.”
“Yes,” I reply, giving him consent to ravage me. I need it. I needhim. I wrap my legs around him, and he grinds against me, riling me up in all sorts of delicious ways. I scrabble to get his t-shirt over his head while he unzips his pants. Shoving them down around his knees, I take his cock in my hand and tug on it gently, feeling the heavy weight, the silky smoothness.
I bet Cain’s cock feels just like this.
Gasping at the thought of Cain taking me at the same time as Trent, I shiver. Then when Atlas joins in my fantasy, slick pours out of my pussy, the sweet scent filling the air.
Moaning, I guide his cock into me, wasting no more time on foreplay. This omega needs a knot now.
Tears prick my eyes with the emotions washing over me that this is my first heat, and I’m enjoying it with an alpha who I could picture being my mate.
He slides between my soaking wet folds with a groan of contentment, sheathing himself inside me completely before he starts to pump his hips.
I can already feel the climax building. Raising my hips, I meet his thrusts, increasing the speed so that I can get his knot inside me. Nothing is going to stop me from this task.
Panting heavily, I feel my nipples tighten against his chest, and I nuzzle my mouth against his neck. The urge to bite him and claim him is strong, but I pull back right before I am about to chomp down on him. That would send the wrong message to him, even though I feel so close to him. I don’t know what he is thinking except how good my pussy feels around his cock.
“Oh, you feel so good, Sugar baby,” he pants, thrusting deeper. “So good. Fuck, yes.”
“Trent!” I cry out, knowing I’ve said the correct name this time. I didn’t even have to think about it. “Harder. More. More.”
“Fuck, Sugar,” he rasps and then lets out a low growl as my climax thunders over me, my pussy clutching possessively at his cock.
Purring like a deranged kitten, the vibration sends rockets of lust through my body until I come again, drenching the bed underneath me as slick pools out of my pussy around the cock-plug.
“Fuck, fuck.” Trent groans loudly, and then it happens.
I feel his knot inflate, and I cry out, not even caring that my uncle might hear me. It bulges inside me and locks our bodies together as he shoots his load into me, his swimmers hoping to catch and make a baby.
A part of me, deep inside, wants that more than anything. It’s something that I have never even allowed myself to think about before, never knowing if I would ever have a heat or not. But now, the thought is consuming me. I wonder if Trent is thinking the same?
Probably not.
I bet all he is thinking is that he got his leg over with an omega who threw herself at him.
“Yes, yes, that’s it, baby,” he murmurs in my ear as we rock gently, his cock buried deep inside me. “You’re perfect. So perfect, so gorgeous. Use my body to ease your heat, Sugar. I’m so lucky.”
His words surprise me. He sounds grateful that I accepted his cock and his knot. There is no arrogance like I expected, only genuine thanks for taking him inside me.
If I hadn’t already found him irresistible, I do now. I know for sure that I want to do this again, and not just because his knot feels fantastic, but because he actually seems to care.
ChapterTwenty-Five
Nico
Thebeep-beepnoise wakes me up. Opening my eyes, I grunt and try to sit up, but it’s impossible. It feels like there is a boulder on my chest.
Closing my eyes, I remember.
I was shot twice.
“Sophia!” My eyes fly open again, and I haul my body up, groaning with the pain that slices through me. I’m in the hospital, connected up to half a dozen different wires, which is pissing me off. I need to know if Sophia is okay.
I rip the IV out and yank the oxygen off before grappling with the heart rate pads. Swinging my legs over the side of the bed, I get to my feet unsteadily. Nausea sweeps over me, but I stagger to the door and poke my head out. Gasping for breath, I make it two steps before I fall, unconscious before I hit the floor.
