Chapter 55 #2
My forehead rests against hers, our breath mingling in the space between us.
I’m still inside her, our bodies locked together.
The physical intensity slowly ebbs, but a whole new territory opens up.
I can feel her heartbeat, her breath, every movement of her body.
I feel… complete. It’s like her soul has wrapped me up, and here with her, for this moment, I can be okay. I can be good. I can be loved.
“I’m sorry,” she whispers. My head is still buried in her neck. “It’ll pass soon. I can try to… I mean, I know it’s uncomfortable being stuck like this.”
I pull back just enough to see her face clearly. “What are you talking about?”
She shifts slightly, wincing. “The knotting. I know it’s not… I mean, most alphas don’t actually like it. They say it’s too much. Too clingy.”
“Shhh.”
“Every alpha I’ve been with…” She gives a small shrug, trying for nonchalance but missing by a mile. “It’s fine. I get it. I can just… if I relax, it’ll be over quicker.”
I cover her mouth gently with my hand, stopping the flow of words. “Ash,” I say, making sure she’s looking at me. “Shut the fuck up. This is the best I’ve ever felt in my life. Let me enjoy it for a second.”
Her eyes widen slightly.
I continue, replacing my hand with a soft kiss. “Being inside you, being connected to you like this, it’s fucking perfect. I don’t deserve to feel this good.”
A small sound escapes her, somewhere between a laugh and a sob.
Now I’m the one that can’t look at her, so I nuzzle her neck. She tips her head, giving it to me.
“I was made for you,” I say just above a whisper.
After a small eternity of feeling her from the inside, her fingers stroking my back, playing in my hair, I have to jostle her to redistribute her weight.
She goes stiff and then shudders, moaning, as another orgasm hits her from just the tiny movement.
It brings me right to the edge too, I clamp my jaw shut to not come again.
“We should move,” I murmur against her hair. “Somewhere more comfortable.”
She tenses slightly in my arms. “Um, we can’t exactly… I mean, we’re kind of…”
“I know.” I kiss her temple. “I’ll carry you.”
“What?” Her head snaps up, eyes wide. “You can’t be serious.”
I adjust my grip on her ass, securing her more firmly against me. “I’m an alpha. You weigh like nothing. Unless you don’t trust me not to drop you?”
Her expression is caught between disbelief and amusement. “This is going to be a disaster.”
“Have a little faith,” I tell her, carefully pushing away from the wall. The movement tugs at where we’re connected, making us both gasp. “Okay, maybe a lot of faith.”
I take a tentative step, hyperaware of my knot still fully locked inside her. Every tiny movement sends pulses of sensation through both of us.
“Pierce,” she breathes, burying her face against my neck. “This is ridiculous.”
“Probably,” I agree, taking another careful step toward the hallway.
We don’t make it halfway down the hall before I have to stop, and put her back to the wall as she’s coming again. My knees threaten to give out.
“I’m sorry,” she says around tiny, adorable, desperate little pants. “I can’t help it.”
“Don’t you ever fucking apologize for orgasms, or I’ll…” I break off to do some panting of my own.
“You’ll what?”
I pull back and look at her deadly serious. “Or I’ll make it a competition to see how many times we can make you come in an hour.”
She opens her mouth and then closes it, eyes wide.
“Yeah, I thought so.” I smirk. Then I soften and clear my throat. “This is, you know, okay? Right?”
She nods and blushes. I’m knot-deep in her and she’s blushing. I’m fucking done for.
“And um,” I stutter, but I have to know. “It would be okay if all four of us, you know…”
“What?”
Fuck. I’m blushing now. So, I up the ante.
“I want to put you on Beckett’s knot and suck your clit until you’re screaming my name, but you won’t be able to because it will be full of Liam’s cock.”
A shaky laugh erupts that turns into a moan like she’s going to come from just the thought of us together like that. On purpose, I jiggle her a little until she is coming again, and I’m biting her shoulder to not come and fall down myself.
“I’ll take that as a yes.”
Eventually, I reach my bedroom door and pause, faced with a new logistical challenge. “This might require some maneuvering.”
“You’re the one who insisted on this adventure,” she reminds me, all breathless.
I turn sideways again, angling us through the doorframe, but misjudge the clearance. Ash’s back bumps against the wood with a soft thud.
“Ow.”
“Sorry,” I murmur, but the bump has shifted our position, driving me deeper inside her. We both freeze and ride it out.
The bed seems miles away across the dark room. I take the final few steps and turn. I can squat 200lbs easily, but lowering myself to sit on my bed with an omega on my knot is a new one.
I do my best, but it’s more of a fall than a controlled squat. Ash is coming again, and I finally lose it, coming deep in her with my arms locked around her.
We just lay there and come back to earth together.
“Is it always like this?” she asks softly, her fingers tracing patterns on my chest. “With a scent match?”
“Uh, well, you’re my first and only scent match so…”
“I know, but compared to knotting other omegas.”
When I don’t say anything she picks her head up. “What?”
“Uh, so yeah, this is like the second time I’ve knotted an omega.”
She gasps. “No!”
“Hey, look, if you had Beckett and Liam in your bed, do you think you’d have time to run around town looking for someone to jump on your knot?”
She considers that for a second. “Excellent point. They are hot.”
She collapses on me and giggles. My smile is so big it hurts my face.
She shifts slightly, settling more comfortably against me. Our bodies are cooling, the sweat drying on our skin, but my knot is showing no signs of letting go of her just yet.
“Pierce?” Her voice is small in the quiet room.
“Hmm?”
“I think I was made for you too.”
This is the best fucking day of my life.