Page 77 of In Doubt
“It’s OK, Baby Girl, you can take it. You can take it all.”
“Y-y-yes,” I mutter, even though I’m not sure I can.
But I’m so wet, so turned on, so primed, somehow it works. I relax around him, emitting him inside. Deeper and deeper.
Despite how badly he wants this, he’s patient, careful, and I’m grateful for it.
I think I’ve taken him all, that there can’t be any more of him. I’m wrong, another inch and another and another, reaching places no man has ever reached before. Then finally he bottoms out with a grunt, panting slightly as if it’s taken all his control to go this slow.
“Are you alright, Baby Girl?”
“Yes, Alpha.” I run my nails down his back, nipping at his shoulder, encouraging him onwards.
“Giorgie,” he moans, drawing his hips back, his heavy cock dragging through me and sparking everything inside.
The friction is delicious. Even more so when he thrusts his way back, less gently now, more forceful, and I get a first taste of his strength and his power. Both things that frighten me usually. But here and now I see how good he’s going to make this for me.
I cling to his shoulders, my nails sinking into his flesh as he gains a rhythm, holding me as he pounds me into the mattress. All that careful restraint finally snaps. It’s like all the tension between us has been building and building to this point and now it’s exploding. The electricity I feel whenever he touches me crackles, shooting across my body, igniting my insides and I’m climbing towards another orgasm before I know it.
“So good,” he pants by my ear, his breath warm and tickling my skin, “So good, Omega, feels so damn good.”
A tiny smile skims my lips. I want this to be good for him. I want it to be as good for him as it is for me.
“Yes,” I agree, “Yes, Alpha, so good.”
His teeth graze my neck and my gland sears, desperate for his teeth, for his bite, to make this all real and permanent. That need grows and grows as I near my orgasm. It takes every ounce of my control to bite down hard on my lip and stop from begging him to claim me.
My release crashes through my body
“Oh fuck,” he says, eyes locked on me as I buck in his arms, cunt convulsing around his cock in wave after wave. “You’re milking me, Baby Girl, milking my cock. You want my come, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I gasp. “And your knot. Really need your knot.”
My words seem equally potent as his. His thrusts stutter, the tension falls away from his face, and, with a loud grunt, he sinks deep, warm liquid flooding inside me, followed by the stretch of his knot at my entrance. I gasp as I’m stretched wider and wider, his knot expanding to lock inside me. But there’s no pain. This is what I needed, what my heat-crazed body desired. An alpha knotted inside me, pumping me full of his seed.
This alpha.
He falters, catching himself before he crushes me, and groaning with the pleasure of knotting me.
“Knew you could take it, Baby Girl. Knew you could take my knot.”
I stare up at his beautiful face, locks of his damp hair falling over his bottomless eyes.
And the overwhelming emotion flooding my body is one of safety.
I trust this man. I feel safe in his arms.
20
Levi
My leg won’t stop jiggling as I sit on the sofa, chewing my nails. Trying not to smell that scent and hear those noises. Beside me, Aiden can’t keep still. Sitting one minute, then jumping up the next and strolling to the window. Even Dylan’s distracted, scrolling through his phone, his thumb rocking backwards and forwards, before he casts the thing aside.
It’s that scent. The scent of an omega in heat blasting through the villa and stirring every lustful alpha bone in our bodies. I suspect we’re all halfway to rut as it is. I suspect it’s only a matter of time before one of us cracks and breaks down the door of the master bedroom.
This situation is fucked up.
What the hell was Jake thinking bringing her back here?
