Chapter 15
Milo
Ipush inside her and nearly black out.
She’s tight, impossibly tight, and so wet I slide in to the hilt in one smooth thrust. Her pussy clamps down on me like a vice, pulling me deeper, and the sound she makes, this broken, relieved sob, goes straight to my cock.
“Milo.” She’s crying. Actually crying. “Oh god, yes.”
“I know.” I hold still, giving her a second to adjust, even though every instinct is screaming at me to move. “I’ve got you, sweetheart. Just breathe.”
She’s shaking beneath me. Her hands are fisted in the blankets, her back arched, her thighs spread wide to take me. The candlelight plays across her skin, catching the sheen of sweat, the flush that spreads from her cheeks down to her breasts. She’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
And I’m terrified I’m going to ruin this.
I’ve been with omegas before. Casual hook-ups, nothing serious. But never during a heat. Never like this.
This is Tessa. The omega I’ve been dreaming about for years. The woman I’m pretty sure I’m in love with.
And right now, buried inside her, I’m not sure I can control anything.
“Move,” she begs. “Please, Milo. I need you to move.”
I pull back slowly, watching her face, watching the way her expression shifts from desperate to blissed. Her pussy grips me the whole way, like she can’t bear to let me go. When I thrust back in, she moans, loud and shameless, and her inner walls squeeze me so tight I see stars.
“Fuck.” The word escapes before I can stop it. “Tessa. You feel incredible.”
“So do you.” Her hands find my shoulders, nails digging in. “So full. Finally full.”
“Yeah?” I pull out and thrust back in, harder this time. “This what you needed? My cock filling up this needy little pussy?”
“Yes.” She’s rocking her hips, trying to get more friction. “Please. Harder.”
I give her what she wants.
The pace I set is brutal. Deep, hard thrusts that make her cry out with every stroke.
The nest is filled with the obscene sounds of sex: the wet slap of our bodies, her moans, my grunts, the creak of the bed frame beneath us.
I can smell her slick, rich and sweet, mixing with my own arousal until the air is thick with it.
“That’s it,” I tell her, angling my hips to hit that spot inside her. “Take it. Take everything I’m giving you.”
“Yes.” She’s meeting me thrust for thrust, her pussy dripping slick down to the blankets. “Milo, I’m so close.”
“Already?” I grin despite the strain. “We just started, sweetheart.”
“Can’t help it.” She’s gasping, her inner walls starting to flutter around me. “You feel so good. So deep.”
“Then come.” I speed up, pounding into her. “Come on my cock. Want to feel you squeeze me.”
She shatters.
Her whole body locks up, her pussy clenching around me in rhythmic waves. She screams my name, actually screams it, and I have to grit my teeth against the urge to follow her over. Not yet. She needs more than one orgasm to take the edge off this heat.
I fuck her through it. Don’t slow down, don’t let up, just keep driving into her while she shakes and moans beneath me. Her orgasm seems to go on forever, her pussy milking my cock, her nails raking down my back hard enough to draw blood.
When the first orgasm fades, I shift my angle and start building her toward the second.
“Milo.” She sounds destroyed. “I can’t. It’s too much.”
“You can.” I lean down, press a kiss to her throat. Right over her pulse point, where her scent is strongest. The urge to bite flares and I shove it down ruthlessly. “Your body can take so much more than you think. Let me show you.”
I slide my hand between us, find her clit, and start rubbing circles. She keens, her hips jerking, and I feel her pussy clench around me again.
“That’s it.” I’m breathing hard, sweat dripping down my temples. “Feel that? Feel how wet you are? Your pussy’s dripping all over my cock. Making a mess of both of us.”
“Milo...” She’s sobbing now, overwhelmed. “Please.”
“Please what?” I speed up my fingers, match the pace to my thrusts. “Please make you come again? Please fill you with my knot? Tell me what you need, sweetheart. Use your words.”
“All of it.” The word comes out broken. “Want your knot. Want you to fill me up. Please, Milo, please.”
I can feel my knot starting to swell. It’s been building since I pushed inside her, and now it’s catching at her entrance with every thrust. The pressure is intense, pleasure bordering on pain, and I know I’m not going to last much longer.
“Can you feel it?” I thrust harder, letting my knot tug at her rim. “Feel my knot getting bigger? It’s going to stretch you so wide, sweetheart. Lock us together. Fill you up until you can’t think.”
“Want it.” She’s clawing at my back now. “Want your knot. Please, Milo.”
“Almost.” I’m gritting my teeth, fighting for control. “Need you to come first. Need to feel your pussy milking my cock.”
I press down on her clit and thrust deep, and she explodes.
This orgasm is bigger than the first. Her whole body convulsing, her pussy clamping down on me so hard it almost hurts. Slick gushes out around my cock, soaking both of us, and the sight and smell and feel of it destroys the last of my control.
My knot swells to full size. I thrust once more, hard, and it pops inside her, stretching her wide, locking us together.
“Fuck.” I come so hard my vision whites out.
I feel myself pulsing inside her, filling her with jet after jet of come, and her pussy is still clenching around me, milking every drop.
My knot throbs with each pulse, pressing against her inner walls, and she’s coming again.
I can feel it, a third orgasm triggered by the stretch and the fullness.
“Milo.” She’s sobbing my name. “Oh god, oh god, oh god.”
“I know.” I can barely speak. “I know, sweetheart. Just feel it.”
It goes on forever. Wave after wave of pleasure, my knot throbbing inside her, her body trembling beneath me. I’ve never come this hard in my life. Never felt this connected to another person.
When the main pulses finally ease, I collapse onto my forearms, trying not to crush her, trying to remember how to breathe. My cock is still twitching inside her, still releasing the last of my come, and every micro-movement sends aftershocks through both of us.
“Milo.” Her voice is barely a whisper. “Oh my god.”
“Yeah.” I press my forehead to hers. “That about covers it.”
She laughs, surprised and real, and the movement makes her clench around my knot. We both groan.
“Sorry,” she gasps. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to...”
“Don’t apologize.” I kiss her softly. “Never apologize for feeling good.”
We lie there, locked together, our breathing slowly returning to normal. My knot is keeping me deep inside her, keeping all my come exactly where it belongs. The thought sends a possessive thrill through me that I try to ignore.
She’s not yours yet. Not like that.
“How do you feel?” I ask. “The pain—is it gone?”
“Gone.” She sounds amazed. “Completely gone. I feel...” She trails off, searching for words. “Full. Satisfied. Like I’ve been starving for years and finally got a meal.”
“That’s what a knot does during heat.” I brush hair from her face. “Takes the edge off like nothing else can. Your body was designed for this, Tessa. Designed to be knotted and filled.”
She shivers at my words. “How long until it... goes down?”
“Fifteen, twenty minutes.” I shift slightly, testing the lock. Still solid. “We’re stuck together for a while. Hope you’re okay with that.”
“I’m very okay with that.” She wraps her arms around my neck, pulls me closer. “Stay with me.”
“Couldn’t leave even if I wanted to.” I grin. “You’re quite literally stuck with me.”
She laughs again, and I feel it everywhere—in my chest, in my cock, in the bond we’re building one moment at a time.
And that’s when I feel it.
The urge to bite.
It hits me like a freight train. My instincts are screaming—claim, bond, mark, make her yours forever—and her neck is right there. Soft skin, thundering pulse, that perfect spot where her scent is strongest.
My teeth ache with the need to sink into her.
I clench my jaw so hard I’m surprised I don’t crack a molar.
No.
She asked me not to. She looked at me with those dark, trusting eyes and asked me to help her without bonding her. Without taking more than she was ready to give.
I will not betray that trust.
“Milo?” Her voice is drowsy. Barely there. “You okay?”
“Perfect.” I force the word out through gritted teeth. “Just—give me a second.”
She doesn’t push. Doesn’t ask why I’m tense, why my jaw is clenched so tight it aches. She just strokes her fingers through my hair and waits, trusting me to handle whatever I’m fighting.
That trust makes it easier. And harder. Both at once.
I focus on her breathing. On the way her body has gone soft and pliant beneath me. On the fact that she asked me not to bite, and I’m not going to, no matter how loud my instincts scream.
Slowly, the urge fades. Not gone—it won’t be gone until my knot deflates and I’m no longer buried inside her—but manageable. Controllable.
“There,” I breathe. “Okay. I’m okay.”
She’s already half-asleep. Her eyes are closed, her breathing evening out. The heat is satisfied for now, and her body is taking the rest it desperately needs.
I hold her and wait for my knot to release, my heart still racing from fighting off my instincts.
My knot takes twenty minutes to deflate.
Twenty minutes of lying tangled together, her body wrapped around mine, my cock still buried inside her. We don’t talk much—just breathe, touch, exist together.
It’s the most intimate thing I’ve ever experienced.
“How do you feel?” I ask when I finally feel the lock releasing.
“Full.” She laughs softly. “So full. Is it always like this?”
“First knot during heat is always intense.” I shift, testing if I can pull out. Almost. “Takes the edge off like nothing else can.”
“It worked. The pain is completely gone.” She sounds amazed. “I feel... good. Really good.”