Page 106 of Eight Count Heat
She turns her head, seeking my mouth. I kiss her deeply, swallowing her moans as I continue the steady pace. Her walls flutter around me as her arousal builds, but I don't let her rush toward release. Instead, I vary the pressure, the speed, keeping her on the edge without letting her fall over.
When her breathing becomes ragged, when she's pushing back against me with desperate need, I finally increase the pace. My fingers work her clit with more purpose while I drive into her with deeper strokes.
"That's it," I encourage against her lips. "Let me feel you come."
Her orgasm builds slowly, then crashes through her with surprising intensity. Her body clenches around me, pulling me deeper as she cries out against my mouth. I drop my head back, panting into the darkness of the room as I follow her over, spilling inside her with a low groan, but I don't pull out. Not yet. Her heat means she'll need more, so much more, before the night is over.
We lie there for long minutes afterward, both of us catching our breath. I press lazy kisses to her neck and shoulder while she recovers, my cock still buried inside her, already starting to harden again. Heat doesn't allow for much recovery time. Before her breathing has even steadied, I can feel her temperature rising again, her body already preparing for the next wave. Her scent spikes, flooding the room with the desperate sweetness of an Omega in need.
Her pheromones are driving me wild, every instinct screaming at me to keep going, to fill her until there's no doubt she's been thoroughly bred. The rational part of my brain knows it's biology talking, but the Alpha in me doesn't care.
"More," she gasps, twisting in my arms to face me. "I need more."
“I know, darlin’,” I murmur against her shoulder.
I ease out of her carefully, then guide her onto her back. The position change lets me see her face, flushed and beautiful in thelamplight. Her hair spreads across the pillow like dark silk, and her lips are swollen from my kisses.
"My turn to look at you," I say, settling between her legs.
This time I worship her properly, starting with her mouth and working my way down. I take my time with her breasts, using my tongue and teeth until she's arching beneath me, hands tangled in my hair. I kiss down her ribs, across her stomach, tasting the salt of her skin.
By the time I settle between her thighs, she's already trembling with anticipation. I use my shoulders to keep her legs spread wide, then set about driving her wild with my mouth. She's still slick from our first round, mixed with my release, but I don't care. I want to taste all of her.
The first stroke of my tongue makes her cry out, back arching off the bed. She's hypersensitive from her heat and me fucking her, every touch magnified. I take advantage of that, using broad strokes and focused attention to build her back up.
"Oh God," she moans, hips lifting to meet my mouth. "Don't stop."
I have no intention of stopping. I eat her out thoroughly, using everything I've learned about her body to drive her wild. When she comes on my tongue, trembling and sobbing my name, I swallow everything she gives me before moving up her body to slide inside her again.
The moon is high in the sky, glowing brightly across the bedroom floor, by the time I settle into position above her. She's gorgeous like this, completely undone and open to me. I start moving again, long slow strokes that hit deep.
"Hands up," I instruct, reaching for her wrists.
She complies immediately, letting me pin her hands above her head with both of mine. The position arches her back beautifully, pressing her breasts against my chest as I move above her. I adjust my angle, making sure to grind against her clit with each thrust.
"Yes," she breathes, eyes rolling back. "Right there."
I maintain the pressure, using my body weight to stimulate her inside and out. The friction is incredible for both of us, my pelvis rubbing against her clit while my cock strokes deep inside her. She's completely at my mercy like this, unable to do anything but feel as I work her toward another climax.
"Look at me," I command softly. "Want to see your eyes when you come."
She struggles to focus on my face, pupils blown wide with pleasure. I can feel her getting close again, her walls starting to flutter around me. I increase the pressure against her clit, grinding harder as I maintain the deep thrusts.
The buildup takes time, her pleasure climbing in waves. I don't rush her, don't chase my own release. This is about her, about giving her what she needs. When she finally breaks, it's with a broken sob that tears through me. Her whole body convulsing beneath me triggers my own climax, and I bury myself deep as I fill her again, snapping into her with grunts and growls, my face buried in her hair.
But we're far from done.
The night stretches on in waves of desperate need and sated relief. We move through positions, pausing only for water and gentle caresses before her biology demands more. Somewhere around midnight, I have her on her knees, taking her from behind while she bites the pillow to muffle her screams. Thesight of her, wild and desperate and completely mine, nearly breaks me.
By two AM, we're both slick with sweat, exhausted but unable to stop. I pull her on top of me, letting her set the pace as she rides me with abandon. My hands roam her body, cupping her breasts, gripping her hips, anything to ground myself in this moment.
"So beautiful," I rasp, watching her face as she chases another climax. "Look at you, taking everything I give you."
"Harder," she gasps when she can form words. "Please, Bo, harder."
I give her what she needs, driving up into her as she rocks on top of me with enough force to make the mattress slam against the wall with a muffled sound. Good thing it’s just our own teammates on the other side. And even if they complain, I don't care. All that matters is taking care of my Omega, giving her everything she needs to get through this.
When she comes this time, it's with a violence that surprises us both. Her whole body locks up, muscles clenching so tight around me that I can barely move. She collapses on top of me and I wrap my arms around her, following her over with a roar I barely manage to muffle against her shoulder. Emptying myself into her so violently, I can hardly keep myself lucid. The urge to bite, to claim, is almost overwhelming, but I force myself to hold back.
