Page 101 of With A Little Luck
My parents had a primary bedroom, which my mom always slept in, but my dads rotated in and out. It gave them more one-on-one time with her, but other nights, two or three of them would sleep in the primary bedroom with her.
I always assumed that I would want that same kind of setup.
At least, before meeting Quincy.
Now?
I don’t like the thought of being away from her for even one night.
As soon as I’m within reach, she tosses my shirt up by the pillows and stretches out her hands for me. My fingers brush her cheek, and I try to compare her current temperature to the one she had at her house.
It’s fucking stressful feeling her skin instantly heat mine. Not to mention, how strange it is for my cock to harden from just how thick her pheromones are in the air.
My concern should combat that physical response, but biology has taken over.
“Tell me what you need,” I murmur, brushing my lips over hers.
“I don’t know. Everything is achy. I’m burning up…” She sobs. “Make it stop.”
I pull back to study her face. “Want me to take you to the hospital?”
“No,” she says firmly. “That won’t help. I need to be knotted and touched. Hold me.”
Marking both her cheeks with my pheromones, I try to determine which position is feasible. “Stay just like this.”
She’s close to the edge of the mattress, meaning when Trigg gets back, he’ll be able to pop the thermometer right under her tongue.
I climb over and settle behind her. Pulling her hair away from her face, I get close to her throat and breathe her in as she grinds her ass against my thickening shaft. Her skin scalds mine as I cup her breast and tease down her stomach to her pussy.
She lifts her leg to make it easier for me to access her clit and loops her hand back, running over my head. “Hart!”
A low snarl rattles out of my chest as I work her clit. “I’ve got you, sweet girl. We’re going to get your fever down.”
Quincy wiggles, and my cock moves between her thighs. It means every rock of her hips grinds my length closer to her opening. She’s soaked—likely some combination of her slick and Trigg’s cum, but I don’t let myself focus on that.
My omega is in pain, and it’s my job to fix it.
“Focus on my scent and breathe,” I say close to her ear, keeping my tone low and soothing. “No more panicking. No more stress. I’m right here.” I nuzzle my cheek to hers from behind, and she gets lucky with the next swivel of her hips. She forces my tip to her opening and freezes. I can’t see it, but I can feel her entrance spasming, like her cunt is searching for the knot it knows is within reach. “Did it help when Trigg knotted you?”
“He didn’t try,” she whispers. “But I wanted him to.”
I’d like to say I pull back and slam inside her because that’s what she needs, but I’m afraid it’s my instincts not liking the idea of another alpha locked inside my omega.
Quincy wails, throwing her head back. She connects with my cheek and nose, which hurts like a bitch momentarily. Her tight cunt clenches around my length, and I work her clit as I see how deep I can get on each rut.
“Finally,” Trigg says, startling the fuck out of me.
I growl, baring my teeth at him.
He rolls his eyes, crawling onto the bed in front of Quincy. “Open for me.”
“Harder,” she begs, slamming her hips back against mine at the same time I thrust. It wedges my knot just inside her entrance, and she whines.
It’s quickly muffled by something.
Even though I want to focus on the immense pleasure that comes as my knot locks us together, I stretch around her.
Trigg has shoved the thermometer under her tongue, and the psycho is holding her mouth closed with a hand under her jaw and the other on top of her head. “You’re okay. I’ve got you. We just need to know where we’re starting from to determine if knotting helps bring your fever down.” He smiles. “You’re cute when you’re furious. Feel free to glare at me like that anytime.” His low chuckle fills the air. “Focus on Hart. Does he feel good inside you?”
