Page 39 of Stuck with my Pack
That’s all the encouragement he needs. His mouth claims mine in a kiss that’s brutal and claiming. The edge of urgency isclear as he makes my body sing, like he’s been holding himself back for too long.
He pulls back just long enough to strip off his shirt, and my breath catches at the sight of him—broad shoulders, firm muscles, and a trail of golden hair leading down to the waistband of his jeans.
My fingers find his belt, fumbling to undo it. He lets out a low chuckle, his hands covering mine to help, and together, we free him from the confines of his clothes.
The moment his body presses against mine, skin to skin, I feel like I’m going to combust. His heat is overwhelming, his scent wrapping around me like a cocoon, grounding and intoxicating all at once.
My Omega purrs softly, a sound I can’t control, slick leaking from my pussy, and Tyler groans in response, his hand sliding between my thighs.
“You’re so wet for me,” he murmurs, his voice a mix of awe and hunger. “You’re perfect, my little Omega. Absolutely perfect.”
His fingers plunge deep no longer gentle, drawing gasps and moans from my lips until I’m writhing beneath him. But it’s not enough—not for me, not for him. I can feel the tension in his body, the way his Alpha is barely contained, and I want all of it. I need all of it.
“Please,” I whisper, my hands clutching at his shoulders. “I need you, Tyler. I need your knot.”
His eyes darken, his breath hitching at my words. “You don’t know what you’re asking for, Omega,” he says, his voice low and rough. But the way his body presses against mine, the way his hips shift between my legs, tells me he’s just as desperate as I am.
“I do,” I insist, wrapping my legs around his waist and pulling him closer. “Please, Tyler. I need you.”
With a growl that sends shivers down my spine, he positions himself at my entrance, his hands gripping my hips as he slowly pushes just his tip inside me. “Say you want me Omega. Moan for me.”
And I oblige, unable to deny him. With a deep growl, he plunges forward, seating himself the hilt inside me.
The stretch is intense, but the pleasure is immediate, and I cry out, clutching at his back as he fills every inch of me.
“God, Sophie,” he groans, his forehead dropping to my shoulder as he stills for a moment, letting me adjust to him. “You feel… you feel perfect. Your pussy squeezes me like a vice. So…good,” he says as he moves.
“More,” I whisper. “Please, Tyler, harder.”
He doesn’t hesitate. His movements start slow, measured, but it doesn’t take long for the heat between us to build to a fever pitch. His pace quickens, his thrusts deep and precise, and I can feel the growing swell of his knot pressing against me.
My Omega instincts take over, and I tilt my hips to meet him, needing to feel every part of him. The pressure of his knot sends me spiraling, my body trembling as another wave of pleasure crashes over me.
I cry out his name, my nails digging into his shoulders as I come undone beneath him.
“Good girl,” he murmurs, his voice thick with emotion as he watches me fall apart. “You’re so beautiful like this.”
But he’s not done. His movements grow more urgent, his grip on my hips tightening as his knot begins to lock us together. The sensation is overwhelming, a delicious mix of pleasure and connection that leaves me gasping.
“Tyler,” I whisper, my voice trembling as I cling to him.
“Easy girl,” he says, his lips brushing against my ear. “I’ve got you, Sophie. Let go. Let me feel you come on my knot.”
With one final thrust, his knot locks into place, and he growls low and deep, the sound vibrating through my entire body.
He rears up and with a final thrust. I feel him release inside me, hot come fills me, warmth spreading as he holds me close, his body trembling with the force of his climax.
For a moment, the world seems to stop. It’s just us, tangled together, our breaths mingling, our scents blending in a way that feels achingly right.
My Omega hums with contentment, the primal part of me recognizing Tyler as mine, as ours.
“You’re incredible,” he whispers, his voice soft as his hand brushes a strand of hair from my face. “You know that, right?”
I don’t know how to respond, so I just nod, my chest tight with emotion.
He presses a gentle kiss to my forehead, his arms wrapping around me as we settle into the aftermath of what just happened.
I fall asleep still naked, and his knot still locked and buried deep inside me.
