Page 35 of In Stockings
“Did you touch yourself the other night when you stayed over, Omega?” I whisper.
She hesitates, then nods. “I couldn’t help it.”
“I want to see that.” Archie and Samson growl in agreement.
“I thought you were going to fuck me, Alpha,” she says with an adorable pout.
“I am going to fuck you. But first I want to see. Because I imagined you do it, and fuck Astrid, it was hot. Let me see the real thing.”
She trails a finger down her body, tantalisingly slowly, pausing at the apex of her legs.
“Keep going,” Samson commands.
Her eyes blaze, and she dips her finger between her swollen lips, playing with that sensitive nub of hers.
“Open your thighs a little wider, baby, so we can see.”
She bends her knees and spreads her legs so we can see every glistening pink part of her.
I grip my cock in hand and step right up to the bed, gripping her thighs and sliding her right onto my cock.
She moans, the work of her fingers pausing.
“I didn’t say you could stop. Keep playing with yourself while I fuck you, Omega.”
She bites down on that pink lip of hers and does as I say.
“Good girl,” I whisper as I grind into her, slow circles of my hips that soon have her losing her sweet little mind.
I’m already obsessed with her body, and I love the way it arches and bends, sways and jolts for me. Love the way she lifts her hips to sink me deeper into her core. Love how her free hand comes to grip my arse and pull me further still. Her fingernails sink into my flesh, and I growl.
“Fuck me hard,” she pleads.
“I will,” I say with a smirk, “once you've come around my cock.”
Her finger moves faster, and soon I feel her walls flutter and then suck and convulse around me. The orgasm rolls through her body, and I grip her hips and pound into her, the bed slamming into the wall with each powerful thrust.
I pound her through her orgasm and into her next, and then I come, knotting her hard and falling into the bed with her.
The others join us, wrapping her in their arms and smothering her in kisses, telling her what a good little mate she is.
My heart pounds in my chest louder than the headboard hitting the wall. I feel like a kid again. A kid with the best present ever on Christmas day, one I will treasure and, yeah, play with for the rest of my days.
I lie on the bed, blissed-out, my knot buried in my mate’s cunt, listening to her describe the chaos at the grotto today, and I’m happy. Complete. I love my family, my pack, my daughter, and now I have the chance to expand it, to grow that love exponentially. To add Astrid and, one day, more children.
I just hope Lyra will feel the same way.
There is one way to find out.
“You should come for Christmas,” I say.
Her eyes dart with hesitation over our faces. “Oh no, I couldn’t come –”
“Yes, you should.”
“You’re coming.”
“We want you here.”
