Page 64 of The Mating Game
Her eyes widen, her fingers tugging at my hair and forcing my head back to look up at her. “You came?”
“I did,” I tell her with a dazed nod.
“Jesus,” she breathes. “That’s…that’s fucking hot.”
“Not exactly comfortable,” I mutter, already feeling my knot swell because of the heat-like pheromones she’s pumping out. “But worth it.”
I’m about to dive in and give her another orgasm as quickly as possible, but Tess is already wriggling out of my hold. “Not comfortable? Are you okay?”
Her scent is already changing, the heat ebbing away now that she’s been satisfied, but my knot is full and heavy, throbbing in my shorts with nowhere to go.
“Your heat,” I say through gritted teeth. “It forces me to knot…outside.”
She looks confused. “Knot?”
“Yes.” It dawns on me then, that she likely has no idea what I’m talking about. “When an alpha and omega…have sex, the alpha…you see, his dick, it…swells.”
Her brows shoot up. “Swells?”
“Fuck. It would just be easier if I show you.”
I stand with effort, drawing my shorts down only low enoughfor her to catch a glimpse of the base of my cock, flushed with blood and swollen to a round mass thatshouldbe inside her, making sure she keeps my cum. As it is, it fucking hurts.
“That’s…Wow. Why does it do that?”
“Well, at some point…it was to ensure conception. It’s…part of our biology.”
“So if we were having sex…” Her eyes look a little glazed now. “That would be…?”
“Inside you,” I murmur, watching the way her pupils dilate.
She lifts her hand as if considering, then looks up at me. “Can I?”
I nod shakily, the idea of her touching me making my head rush.
Her little fingers reach out tentatively, brushing against it, and I hiss as it throbs from her touch.
“It hurts?”
“When it happens…like this. Yes.”
“Like this?”
“…Outside.”
Her mouth parts in surprise. “Oh.Oh.” Her teeth press against her lower lip, considering that. “How can I help?”
“Usually I just…” I reach down to grip it, squeezing it roughly, massaging the dull ache away. “Like this.”
I watch as she licks her lips, her breath puffing out of her. “I could do that.”
“You don’t have to…”
She touches me again, and my knees almost buckle.
“I want to,” she tells me.
And with the same fervor I showed her, Tess tugs at my swim trunks, freeing my cock, which is still half hard, and going straight for the swollen base to wrap both hands around it and squeeze itlike I did. I have to lean back and grip the edge of the tub to keep my balance, my breath rushing out of me as if I’m being punched in the chest when she starts to massage my knot.
