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“You are. You’re perfect. And your pussy … fuck, it’s so perfect.” My eyes roll around in their sockets, my fingers dig into her flesh. My body tingles. My balls buzz.
She screams again as I thrust into her, and then her body tenses, her pussy clenching around me like it clenched around my fingers. And then she comes, that soft, magical sigh escaping her lips, and her body going so limp, she’s like putty in my hands, like a rag doll; dozy and docile.
I don’t stop. I fuck her right through her orgasm, loving the way her pussy sucks at me as she rides the aftershocks, her body jolting and bouncing with each one.
“So good,” she pants, “Alpha, so good.”
And it’s her words that have me tipping into my own release, my balls tightening as ecstasy shoots through my body and my seed pumps inside her.
“Knot me!” she gasps, and there is nothing I want more.
The knot around the base of my cock expands, stretching her entrance wide, locking into her pussy, as more of my seed pumps inside her.
She tenses at first, hissing with pain, but then it recedes and her body melts into another of those orgasms, the bliss rolling through her body in waves.
“So good,” she whispers.
And she’s right.
So, so good.
17
Molly
The stupid alarmwakes me the next morning, blaring straight into my face.
I groan, my arm throbbing as I roll over to throw the alarm across the room and find the warm, very large body of an alpha in my bed. Several very dirty and very delightful images rush through my mind and this time they are not from last night’s dream, but last night’s actual events.
“Good morning,” Ford says, peering at me through the dark.
He looks stupidly handsome. No bed-head hair for him, No dried drool on his cheek.
“Is it?” I croak, stretching my hands above my head. “Surely it’s the middle of the night.”
“You’re not a morning person, are you?”
“This isn’t morning.”
He shakes his head. “Well, I’m getting up. I think it best your brothers don’t find me in your bed.”
“Me too. I’m getting up,” I say, forcing myself towards the edge of the bed and away from the warm, alluring body of the alpha, because, oh my, it would be tempting to stay in bed with him all day, making him do all those delicious things to me all over again.
I smother a rather needy sigh.
“You don’t need to get up on my behalf,” he says, all soldier-like, “I can make my own way out.”
I swing my feet to the ground and stare over my shoulder at him. “I’ve got work, remember. It’s Friday.”
“You’re not going in. You were in an accident last night. You’re injured,” he gestures towards my arm, “Turner won’t expect you in and if he did then–”
“Uh uh, I’m going in. Somehow most of the office knew I was attending that event with Colten last night, and if I don’t turn up this morning, they’ll all think I slept with him and he gave me the day off, and then they will all go back to hating me.”
“What do you care what they think?”
“I don’t care what they think. I do care how they treat me.”
I stand on my feet, very aware of how his gaze snakes down my naked form, lingering on the dried slick and come on my thighs.
