Chapter 41 #3
I carefully move us both into the bath, helping Wren to follow after me into the steaming water and foamy layer of bubbles.
Lying on my back gives a gorgeous view of her soft curves and tightened nipples as she loses herself and straddles me.
The steam rises between us, wet skin against skin, and the slippery evidence of her core rubs all over my lower stomach.
I’m tempted to grab her hips and grind her pussy all over my chest, to drag her clit against the line of hair descending down my torso, to encourage her to mark me up with all that sweet Omega scent flooding my awareness and settling in my veins.
But instead, I guide her mouth to mine, kissing my girl soft and slow. This is it, right here in this bath, my entire fucking purpose in life has never been clearer. My role is to take care of this gorgeous creature and to commit myself to her happiness.
Wren melts against me, humming gently as I slide our tongues together, and we merge in the sort of connection that defies any rational thought.
This is the kind of kiss that feels so damn sensual and familiar, in a way that shouldn’t be possible—it’s only the first time we’ve truly been alone together, the second time we’ve kissed—and yet, our bodies are so in tune already.
“Put me inside you, my birdie girl.” I suck on her bottom lip. “I’m all yours. Whatever you want. Whenever.” My words dissolve into a groan when she lifts herself up, her soft little palm snaking between us to wrap my dick inside her fist.
“Oh my god.” Her damp lashes flutter.
“Jesus…” I struggle to focus.
We both make a matching ragged, desperate noise when she shifts her weight, and my swollen tip notches at her entrance.
“Please… don’t go slow…” Wren sinks down on me at the same time as seeking out my mouth, and I’m fucking done for.
She’s so slippery, so soft and velvety as her channel takes me in eagerly.
She sucks me in, already gripping the head of my cock so tight I see stars.
My entire brain blanks knowing that my girl is unbelievably slick with not just her arousal, but she’s already full of cum, and apparently, I just discovered something new about myself.
It would seem pack life is very much my speed, because that knowledge alone is enough to have my dick throbbing and swelling.
“Christ. Fuck. Baby. I need to knot you,” I grunt against her plush mouth.
“Need you to tell me right now if that’s what you want.
I fucking need you stretched around my knot.
” It’s a heated demand. My blood rages like wildfire.
All I can smell is peach and the impact of being scent-matched, mixed with my dick sliding farther inside her, reaches into my chest, pulverizing my lungs until I’m gasping for air.
Wren whines, and her pussy ripples around me.
“Theo… please… please let me have your knot.” Her kisses grow sloppy, nails digging into my shoulders as she sinks all the way to the hilt easily.
Between this angle and how ready her pussy is, her slick entrance wedges against the rapidly growing bulge at the base of me, as I tighten my hold on her hips.
The bath water sloshes as we grind together.
Wren rolls her hips, fully impaled on me, and I keep her pinned in place.
My kisses become more like small nips and bites until Wren moves, angling her way to start kissing a hot and wet path down my jaw.
Once her lips find my racing pulse, I can’t hold back anymore.
Heat floods my groin and pressure loads at the base of my spine. The agony of my knot needing to be inside her for the first time is blinding. I give an experimental thrust up into her.
“Oh god…” she whimpers against my throat.
The swell at the base of my cock jams against her slippery center.
“More?” I clench my jaw.
“Yes. Yes,” my girl sobs, teeth scraping my skin.
That completely undoes me. With the type of primal growl I don’t think I’ve ever heard myself make before, I punch my hips upward while holding tight to the soft swell of her hips.
This time, I feel the slippery sensation enveloping me; there’s a little give as her entrance swallows part of my knot for a moment.
My teeth clamp together so hard, I swear I hear a crack.
Another two thrusts are all it takes. On the third, my knot slips inside, and a gasp escapes me.
As I damn near imprint bruises into her hips, Wren cries out with a low moan of relief.
As soon as I’m sealed inside her tight little channel, that squeeze is mind altering. My heart jackhammers as I lose myself to the rhythm of rocking us together. We’re sealed tight, with no escape. Not that I’d fucking dream of being anywhere else but here.
Let me be buried inside my girl with my knot rubbing that exact spot of her inner walls that produces the sweetest little moans and high-pitched catches in her breathing.
It would be so easy to lose myself in rutting her senseless. It’s all I can do to focus on staying here in the present moment, as the water splashes over the sides of the bath, and Wren’s pussy spasms around me.
“That’s it… that’s it, my birdie girl.” I can barely grunt the words. “Let go.”
“Oh god… OH GOD…” She clamps down around me, walls rippling as she dangles on the edge with my knot swelling to its full extent.
“Fffuuuuck. Come all over my knot.” My stomach clenches. I rock into her more forcefully, feeling the way the bulge at the base of my dick rubs her in just the right way that leaves her eyes drifting to the back of her head and results in a desperate moan.
“Right there… Yes… D—” Wren trembles and gasps, then the wave is too overwhelming, it consumes her. “Yes. Oh god. I’m coming. Yes. D—Daddy.” Her sweet little moans dissolve into a series of sobs as she squeezes the life out of my knot. Wren’s climax rips through and seems to keep going.
That word.
That fucking word.
Wren keeps moaning “Yes, Daddy” in my ear, and it’s my fucking ruin.
My knot inflates more than I thought possible, locking us together for probably the next week from the feel of it, and my dick goddamn erupts. Warmth pulses through me and surges inside her cunt. I’m lost. I’m drowned. I’m nothing but jets of cum filling and filling and filling my girl.
And I already knew, but that moment leaves one thought resonating crystal clear inside my mind.
I’m never letting Wren go.