Page 108 of Pack Rivals: Part Two
“We’re not having sex.”
“It was oral sex.”
“It’s not the same.”
“It is.”
I lift her chin. “It’s not the same as knotting you.”
Her pupils explode at the thought of that idea and her hands trail down my body towards my cock. She glides her fingers from the tip of my cock and down my shaft.
“This is your knot?” she asks when she reaches the base.
“Yes, but it isn’t inflated, little one. That only happens when I come,” I nibble her ear, “when I’m pumping my seed in your pussy and locking myself inside you.”
She shivers hard and rubs her fist up my cock.
Her hands are small but warm, and though it’s nothing like fucking, watching her hold me like this, her eyes focused on her own movements, is a turn on like none other.
“Does that feel good?” she asks.
I growl. “What do you think?”
She smiles and grips me more firmly, picking up the pace, sliding her hand up and down my cock, up and down, squeezing and twisting at my head. I like the way she does this. With care. Not a rushed job like so many girls do. No, it’s like she’s enjoying holding me, enjoying pleasuring me, enjoying giving in return. I lean back on my elbows, giving her space. Watching her. I think I could get used to watching her. It doesn’t even have to be me. Watching her with one of my packmates will be a turn on too. Watching her with all my packmates.
She peers up at me through those long eyelashes and then dips her head down, guiding my cock between her lips. Her hand felt good. Her mouth even better. All wet and warm. I close my eyes and imagine that’s just how her pussy will feel.
“So good, little one,” I murmur, knowing how much an omega thrives on these words of encouragement. “You look so good with my cock in your mouth. Look so good when you suck it hard.”
She moans around my shaft and the vibrations feel insane.
I remain lying back, doing nothing more than encouraging her with my words, letting her dictate the pace and the depth, letting her pleasure me exactly as she wants to.
She swims her tongue up my length and around my head, licking up any trace of precome and she hums again in satisfaction. Just like the hand job, it’s clear she’s enjoying this and perhaps that’s the biggest turn on of all.
“Going to come, little one,” I tell her, “going to come in your pretty mouth. Are you going to swallow me down?” Her amber eyes find mine as I throb on her tongue and then I’m spilling into her, so much come that no matter how much she gulps some of it dribbles over those lips and down her chin. Just like the water did earlier. Fuck I knew that was erotic for a reason.
My cock still in her mouth, she wraps her hands around my shaft and reaches down, down towards my expanding knot. Her fingers explore me and then my cock leaves her mouth with a pop and she peers down to observe me further.
“Squeeze it, sweetheart,” I tell her, taking her hands in mine and wrapping her fingers firmly around the base of my cock where my knot is now inflated, hot and hard.
She moans a little, rubbing her thighs together and I know we’re both thinking the same thing: how good it will feel when finally I lock inside her.
We lie like that, with her hands squeezing my knot, until finally it deflates. My cock’s still fucking hard for her though and I don’t think, barring flipping her over and rutting her hard into the bed, that’s going to change, so I scoop her up and carry her through to the shower.
“I think we’re dirty enough now, little one,” I say, glancing to the mirror and noticing how my beard is shiny with her slick. “We’re going to be in trouble with my packmates if we’re late.”
“We could just stay here all day,” she mumbles against my chest and as good as that sounds I’m trying to do right by my brother right now. I don’t want to fuck things up when we’re finally reconciled.
“You have five other men waiting on tenterhooks to see you, little one. Come on.”
I lower her down and turn on the shower, fiddling with the water until it’s just the right temperature. Then I lead her under the torrent and spend the next ten minutes massaging shampoo into her hair and gliding soap all over her beautiful body, washing away the sweat and slick and come, and spending far too long buffing her perfect ass.
“I’m so fucking sorry, Bea, for hurting you, for being such a stupid fool. If I could turn back time …” I say softly as I wash the suds from her long hair, letting the wet strands run through my fingers. “Do you think you’re going to be able to forgive us, sweetheart?”
“I think I almost have,” she says, her eyes closed, leaning into my touch.
I close my eyes too, and for a moment I have to reach out and rest my hand against the tiled wall to steady myself.
