Page 45 of Hired for Research
She whimpered at the words spoken directly into her ear. She did want it, she wanted it all, but she could already feel the tip of him pressed against her womb.
“Just relax. After this it’ll be so much easier. You can do it.”
Sucking in a shuddering breath, she swallowed, pushing away the automatic denial on the tip of her tongue. Jett was right. She could, and would, take him. Knot and all.
Wrapping her hand around his wrist, she gave a light tug on the arm holding her upright. He hesitated before releasing her, and she lifted herself off his shaft, turning around to face him. His eyes met hers, watching to see what she’d do.
“Lay back.”
This time it was more a request than a demand, but he complied with a smirk. Head and shoulders pillowed on the edge of the nest, he held out his hands toward her, reaching for her hips to pull her into place as she straddled him.
Instead of immediately plunging back into her as she’d expected, he slid his hands up her back, pulling her into his chest and nuzzling her neck. Pressing kisses up along her jaw to her mouth, he licked her bottom lip, asking her to open.
She sighed into him, allowing him inside as she relaxed. His cock lay trapped between them, slick with her arousal, and she rocked her hips as he moved his tongue along hers. Need still burned in her core despite her releases, and she was determined to take what she needed to soothe it.
When Jett made no move to put himself back inside her, keeping his hands stroking along her back, she reached between them and positioned him at her entrance. She sank down the first few inches with ease before her core began to resist the intrusion.
Jett never broke the kiss, claiming her mouth as she worked herself up and down his length, taking more and more until she felt the beginning of his knot kissing her stretched entrance. His hands petted her back, tugged her hair, and slipped around to pinch her nipples as she rocked there, building up the courage needed to take that final bulge. She teetered on the verge of another release, and she knew it would be massive, but she needed a little more to reach it.
The soft and sweet was nice, but she wanted to feel that alpha dominance.
Pulling away from Jett’s lips, she moved her hands to his pecs and pushed herself upright. Digging her fingernails into his flesh, she pressed herself down and twisted her hips.
“Do it, Jett. Knot me.”
His eyes had already been reduced to a thin gold ring but that was swallowed up at her words. His purr grew rough and choppy as he took hold of her hips, lifting her so he could drive up into her, each slam threatening to pop his swelling knot through her opening.
It was torture. It was exquisite. She never wanted it to stop and needed it to end all at once, her cries growing louder as he pounded her womb, forcing it to give and make room for him. Slick poured from her, drenching him and the nest and making obscene sounds that mingled with her moans.
“I’ve wanted you since you arrived. Every fucking time I saw you I got hard, and nothing I did would stop it. I dreamed of knotting you, and now you’re going to be a good little omega and take it.”
With how easygoing Jett was, she’d never pictured him as a dirty-talker, and she’d never known she would be so into it. Every word was a stroke along her senses, driving her higher and pushing her that much closer. She shook with the need to come, hanging by a thread, and when Jett spread his legs, bending his knees and planting his feet on the bed to fuck up into her harder, the world exploded.
Light burst behind her eyelids, her entire body going rigid as her core clamped around his shaft. The second her muscles released he yanked her down, slamming into her core. His knot popped through, stealing her breath as it locked behind her pubic bone. She’d have screamed if she could, but all that came out was a whine as another ripple pulsed through her.
20. Jett
Evelyn strangled his knot, each wave of her orgasm pulling an answering surge of seed from his balls. Sinking inside her had been divine, but he had to admit each clench on the sensitive bulge was almost painful.
Relaxing into the bedding circling his mattress, he caught Evelyn as she collapsed on his chest, holding her tight as she trembled and came down from the high. The steady pulsing around his shaft was slowing, her muscles unwinding in the aftermath.
As his breathing slowed, he let his mind drift, a grin spreading across his face.
He’d knotted an omega.
Not just any omega, he’d knotted Evelyn, the omega he’d come to desire more than any before.
And he planned to do it again.
And again.
Evelyn stirred as his dick twitched inside her, a soft moan leaving her throat. Looking down, he realized her eyes were closed, and if her slow breaths were any indication, she’d fallen asleep.
Brushing strands of blonde hair from her cheek, he studied her face. There was a smattering of freckles across her nose he’d never noticed before, and her lips were still red from his kisses. The little crease between her brows that he’d gotten used to seeing anytime she was working or thinking hard was gone, and she looked younger than he’d thought she was.
“You’re a fool, Comanne, but at least you managed to keep your teeth to yourself,” he whispered into the quiet room. He was drowsy, but he didn’t want to give in and miss a single second of being locked inside her. All too soon she’d be gone.
It wasn’t long before Evelyn woke from her doze, more chocolate showing in her eyes than had been there when he’d entered the room. His knot was still swollen, keeping them locked together, his thoughts preventing it from going down, but he still needed to tend to her while she was lucid enough to want anything besides him.
