Knot Her Shot (MVP: Most Valuable Pack Book 2)

Chapter 55

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fifty-five

Caringfor Remi is so much more than I ever expected it to be.

I know who I am. I know what I like.

And, to an extent, both of those things have always made me the more dominant, generous party in my past relationships.

But this feels entirely different. It isn’t just about how much control I can exert, how many orgasms I can pull out of her. This is everything I’ve ever wanted but never found.

It’s a gift.

Every time she lets me work her over, takes the pleasure I insist on, submits to my control. She isn’t taking—she’s giving.

Her trust, her body, her pleasure. It’s all an incredible, indescribable gift that I surely don’t deserve.

I’m taking it anyway.

I’m taking everything she’ll give me and giving her everything I’ve got in return. That’s how this is going to go from now on, I decide, bundling her into a towel.

She’s dazed and languid, blinking up at me with soft blue-gold eyes. I lead her into the house, pausing beside the back door to shuck my wet swim trunks while pinning my own towel around my hips with my fist.

Remi follows my lead, removing the scraps of material she had on during the first four orgasms I gave her. Knowing she’s entirely naked under her beach towel leaves my mouth watering as we step into the quiet, cozy house.

Even before tonight, I had a soft spot for this place. But now? I’m never going to be able to tear it down or sell it someone who will.

Now, it’s ours.

Remi floats into the middle of the empty living space and turns back to me. Her head tilts in a coy gesture, but her eyes lower demurely.

It’s a tease. She has a bit of brat in her. Topping from the bottom—but doing it so beautifully, she knows none of us will deny her.

That’s especially true when she drops her towel.

Motherfucking hell.

She’s so goddamn gorgeous. Her makeup has melted off, but I love that she’s bare for me, exposed in every way. Flawless brown skin over petite curves and fine bones. Her pert tits, the dusky nipples pointing slightly upward. The sweep of her feminine hips. The sweet, pink folds peeking from between her luscious thighs.

She must be overstimulated, by now. I pulled every last bit of pleasure I could get out of her, absorbing the way she let me have everything each time she fell over the edge.

This was never about me, though. Tonight is meant to show her how I want it to be between us. How she’ll be the center of my entire world, mine in every way. If she’ll have me.

I didn’t expect anything more than that—so when she holds out her hand, it takes me a minute to understand what she’s offering.

More.

She wants to give me more.

It feels impossible. But the longer I hesitate, the more her face seems torn between desire and doubt. The fear of rejection flashes through her features, so easy to read, now that I recognize it.

My towel hits the floor. I come right at her, my hands gripping her naked ass and the nape of her neck to lift her into my charge. I sweep her right up into me, finding her mouth with my own as I stalk to the bedroom.

I want her so badly, my cock has long gone numb from the constant throb pulsing through it. It bobs heavily, grazing the wet heat bathing her upper thighs, the feeling sending a tingle through the straining length.

A fresh burst of perfume flows from her body, hitting me in a dizzy rush. I couldn’t scent her arousal in the hot tub; and it warms some deep, secret part of me to know how much I wanted her, even without that element in play.

Fuck science. This isn’t just about being scent-matched anymore. It isn’t about being mates. It’s us—Remi and Smith. And she’s so much more than some thing I can’t resist.

She’s an angel. A temptress. A brilliant little brat who gets away with everything because she knows exactly how to act like a perfect lady.

And I love her.

The feeling pours through me, stronger and truer than anything I’ve ever felt. So sharp and sweet, it almost hurts. I grunt into her mouth, our tongues twisting around the agonized sound.

She whines, reacting to all my emotion with her own. Giving. Still giving. More and more, as she throws her head back and lets me nestle into her throat, marking it with love-bites since I can’t have the real thing.

Yet.

It’s still possible she won’t ever want me that way.

I don’t care. She can have anything. If she wants me to suffer without her bond for the rest of my life to make up for the way I treated her, I will do it.

And if she wants to form bonds with Cassian and Damon and leave me out as a punishment? I have to accept that. As long as she lets me have her, I’ll survive.

Our wet lips slip together in a filthy, fucking sort of kiss. When she nips at my mouth, I snarl, my dominance erupting in a wave I can’t control.

“You want me to fuck you, omega?”

She nods, whimpering. “Yes, Sir.”

Another pulse of power infuses my reply. “Present.”

Remi rolls out of my arms and onto the mattress, immediately situating herself on her hands and knees. The thin light from the room’s single lamp glows off her shimmery honey skin, the globes of her ass are enough to have me gripping my knot, kneading it to relieve the pulsing ache there.

“Lower,” I urge, wanting to see her entire slit. “On your forearms.”

An unpleasant tremble racks her body. When I note the way she hesitates before moving to obey, I snap out, “Stop.”

She freezes instantly. I smooth both palms over her ass, soothing her quivers. There’s something about this that scares her.

“Tell me,” I murmur.

Remi shakes slightly. “The h-heat clinic. They have omegas on their forearms for their whole heat, presenting through a—box.”

She means a cage. They aren’t “boxes”—they are metal cages. I’ve seen how those places are set up. After buying a few to dismantle them, I can easily imagine how uncomfortable that would be for her.

Picturing her bent in half for four days fills me with rage and a thick wash of self-loathing. Why wasn’t I there for her? I’ll never forgive myself for the fact that she had to resort to that or the dubious meds omegas have to take to suppress their heats.

The guys already assured Remi she could stop taking hers. This will be her first heat without them and her Omega will definitely want to present for us. There’s no rush, though. Especially not tonight.

Before I can move her into another position, she decisively pushes her forearms flat to the bed, raising her ass higher. “I want to be able to do this,” she murmurs, quiet but strong. “This is important to me. Can you—can we try?”

Sweet little petal.

“Of course we can try,” I tell her. “Pick a safe word first.”

She considers this for a second, turning to press her face into the sheets, hiding half of the impish smirk twisting her pink lips. “Latte.”

Damn. Fair enough.

“Good choice,” I chuckle, my voice rasping. “Say that if you need me to stop. Otherwise, we’ll keep going.”

Her lips twitch up again. “Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl,” I praise, running my hands over her body with more intent. “So fucking good. Are you going to take this knot? Make me your alpha?”

She nods, her damp curls bouncing against her nape. “Yes, Sir.”

Fuck, she’s so perfect. “You look exquisite,” I tell her, kneeling up on the bed behind her. “Presenting for your alpha. You’re doing so well, angel. I’m so proud of you.”

Another wash of perfume fills the air with honeyed warmth. The taste of it is enough to make me half-feral. My voice turns to a growl as I rub my cock between her spread thighs, coating myself in her sweet slick.

Goddamn it. She already feels too good. Her heat bathes my dick as I slide myself back and forth, using my crown to tease her overworked clit slightly. She mewls, pushing her hips back, into my hands. Her eagerness makes me smile and I let it show, knowing she won’t see.

“Impatient,” I tut. “I’ll have to work on that.”

My perfect little petal sweeps her lashes over her eyes. Textbook submission; so flawless, my blood smolders in my veins. “Yes, Sir.”

I take one last moment to admire her, stroking up her spine to nestle my fingers in her silky, kink-curled hair, wrapping it around my fist without pulling. She responds to the position exactly as I hoped—her back expands on faster breaths, a fresh dribble of her honey wetting my cock.

When I push the head of my dick into her, my vision momentarily dips. Her walls cinch around the wide crown. A rough curse sloughs out of me.

Remi’s whine is soft but soaked in need. My body responds automatically, bucking to fill her slick, tender pussy with steel heat.

Fuck. Me.

My control is usually absolute, but once I’m inside her? I can’t even see it anymore. Don’t want to.

She’s already submitted. She’s here, laid out. Mine.

Now I’m going to make sure she fucking stays here.

With every thrust, I feel us growing closer to each other. She spreads wider for me, relaxing into her pose. I move with an undercurrent of tenderness, wanting to erase any traumatic memories she might have. Replacing them with how much I love her.

I roll my hips, creating a rhythm she can take without rousing. Showing her, with every pulse of my body moving into hers, that she can trust me. I won’t ever let this hurt her again.

The hand in her hair pulls softly, turning her face so I can watch pleasure glaze her features. My free hand touches her everywhere, memorizing the way she feels under my fingertips. Warm, vibrant, and soft. My petal. An angel who fell into my bed.

I’ll never deserve her.

But I can make her feel the way she deserves to feel.

The thought renews my determination. I drill into her, pressing down and forward so every thrust grinds my knot against her clit. Her pussy pulls me in deeper, the clenches of her core drawing us closer and closer.

I feel it coming half a second before it happens. Her body accepts mine all at once—the outer muscles relaxing while the ones deep inside tug me in, popping my knot into her.

Ecstasy explodes through my base, snapping up my spine. The way she feels is a fucking miracle. Smooth, slick, hot, tight—and everywhere. I look down, nearly coming the second I see the way I disappear completely into her perfect pussy.

Growling, I rut as smoothly as I can while we’re partially locked down. “Fucking hell, angel. This pussy was made for my cock. My knot. You feel so good. I’m going to come so hard inside you, I’ll never be able to leave.”

She cries out, the sound strangled and almost… plaintive. I replay what I just said, barely coherent, but able to hear the part that might have hit her particularly hard.

Churning my hips against her ass, I bend over her body to murmur into her hair. “I’m never leaving,” I pant. “I’m never leaving you, angel. Never. Never. Never.”

Remi sobs as she comes, the deep, throbbing clench of her core milking my cock until I glaze her depths with cum. My knot expands, sealing us together, setting off another climax for both of us.

My little petal trembles as I gather her up and arrange us on the bed’s only pillow, tucking her into me. I bury my face into her neck and stroke my hands over her skin, murmuring my promises to her, over and over, until she falls asleep.