Chapter 24 #2
He drives in again, and my eyes flutter closed, overwhelmed by how good it feels to have him inside of me.
Like I’ve always been missing this. This time, it barely hurt.
“I love that I get to have this pretty pussy first, Liv. That you trusted me to be the one to show you what it means to be fucked by an alpha.” He grinds into me. “Feels so fucking good.”
I hum in agreement, gasping as he starts to find a steady rhythm, moving his hips back and forth. Oh, I love how that feels. He’s a perfect fit. My walls clamp around him, and he hisses.
“I don’t know if I can control my knot.”
Why is he trying to control it? Does he not think I’m ready?
Grabbing the back of his neck, I bring his mouth to mine and kiss him deep and hard before telling him exactly what I want. “Knot. Me.”
“Fuck, Liv.” He gasps, his movements getting a little unsteady. “Not yet. You need to—”
“Yes,” I say, forcing his hips forward with my legs, burying him deep. “Now.” I capture his mouth again, stifling any protests about how I need to come first or what he wants to show me. When we break apart, I hold his gaze. “I want your knot.”
“Babe,” he says, breath trembling as he tries to hold himself back, hips frantically slamming into me now. He’s trying to be nice, but I don’t want nice right now. I want Sawyer exactly how he is. Not worrying that I’m going to break. I’m a virgin, not made of porcelain.
“Please, Sawyer. I want your knot. You’re my first.” Perhaps using that as a weapon is a bad thing, but the soft growl that rushes out of him fills me with delight from head to toe. “I need it,” I confess, adding a touch of a soft whine.
The air electrifies, flooding with his scent. I drag my nails down his back. Dilated pupils. Deep, rumbling purrs. His cock throbs inside of me. My lips part. “Alpha.” I say his name like I’m begging for my life, because all of these sensations are threatening to drown me. “Please.”
“Fuck, Liv, I can’t. When you beg.” He sucks in a ragged breath, desperately trying to keep a steady rhythm, but he’s out of sync. The base of his cock starts to grow. “I can’t.”
“I don’t want you to.” I kiss him again. “I’ll come with you,” I murmur against his lips. “With your knot locking us together.”
“Babe,” he rasps.
“I’m ready.”
“Fuuuck,” he moans, frantically thrusting in now, finally listening to me. I soften beneath him, letting my body move in time with his, and mark his cheek with my scent as a bulb-like shape starts to form, stretching my walls beyond what I’ve ever imagined possible.
“Yessss.” I breathe in, trying to relax while my body protests this first stretch, the little pinpricks of pain. It’s not enough to make me want to stop, but it’s enough to make me focus on controlling my breathing so I don’t tense up.
“That’s it, Liv,” Sawyer purrs. “You’re doing so good.”
I hum, holding his gaze as he drives his hips forward, burying himself deep and holding as the knot fully forms. Air rushes past my lips, and then I feel it.
Hot. Warm. Cum. Spurting from his tip and spraying against that soft, sensitive spot.
The sensation sends tingles shooting down my spine.
I make a sound of approval and Sawyer grinds against me. His lower abs press against my clit.
Electricity dances across my skin. “Please.” I don’t know what I’m begging for, only that I don’t want it to stop.
“Look at my sweet omega, begging to come,” Sawyer rasps, walking his lips down the column of my neck. “She wants to soak my cock, doesn’t she?”
“Yes,” I moan as he presses his palm to my lower back and forces our bodies tighter together.
He grinds into me, giving me the exact pressure I need. My walls ripple around him. He grunts and rocks me on his knot, dragging my pulsing clit over his slick-covered pelvis. “Give me what I want to hear, Liv,” he says against my skin, lips brushing over my throat.
“Sawyer,” I begin, but his teeth tease over my pulse. Something about that action has my body tightening, bracing for release. “Please. Please. Please.”
“I’ve got you, baby,” Sawyer whispers, pumping his hips and pressing me against his body, forcing me farther onto his knot, giving those sensitive nerves all the pressure they need.
“Please,” I beg as my vision speckles with black dots. My pussy clamps around his cock.
“There she is,” Sawyer rasps.
Warmth zaps through my body, but then he bites my neck, and fire boils my blood.
My head falls back, exposing more of my throat.
Mouth parting. So much heat. Sawyer’s dick pulses, and as another spray of cum hits my G-spot, I explode.
Crying out. Begging for more. Clinging to my alpha.
Breaking in the most beautiful way. Time loses meaning as I come with him inside me.
All I feel is his knot. His cum. My slick.
Our bodies. His lips and pure, unadulterated bliss.
Panting, I blink away the darkness dotting my vision, finding Sawyer watching my face. He cups my cheek, marking me with his scent, and brings his lips to mine.
“That was beautiful, Liv,” he says before kissing me.
“You bit me.”
“I didn’t mark you,” he says quickly. “We didn’t talk about that yet, but even just mimicking the action can make it better.” He searches my face. “Ready for another?”
“More?” I ask incredulously.
He chuckles and rolls his hips. “Yeah, baby. More.”
“I don’t think I can.”
“Oh, Liv,” he purrs, lips capturing mine as he pumps into me. His knot still locks us together, so the motion simply thrusts his tip over my G-spot. Pleasure threatens to pull me under again.
I moan into his mouth.
He breaks away, smirking down at me. “Trust me, you can come again.”
Biting my lip, I nod, curling my hips under a little. “I’m ready.”
“That’s my omega.” The smile he gifts me has butterflies taking flight.
Sawyer starts moving, slow at first, caressing my G-spot, letting me feel every inch of his length before scooping me up in his arms. He sits back, positioning us so he can suck my left nipple into his mouth. My arms wrap around him, and I moan as he somehow goes deeper.
His palms trace up either side of my spine as he teases my hardened peak, then they drag back down to my hips, pushing me onto his knot.
“Sawyer!” I cry out, the stretch so good but almost too much.
He pulls off my breast with a wet pop. “You’re doing good, Liv.” He gently coaxes my hips to move, the knot pulling as I move up and condensing when I glide down. “Good,” he purrs. “So fucking perfect.”
Our eyes collide, and I tuck my bottom lip between my teeth and push my hips in a circle.
His eyelids drift closed. “Fuuuuck.”
I do it again, nails biting into his shoulders as I use him as an anchor, testing this new depth. “Eyes on me, Sawyer.”
Gaze flashing with heat, he meets mine and places one hand at my throat and buries the other in my hair.
My head falls back slightly, but I hold his stare, watching the emotions playing across his face as I ride him.
His fingers flex around my neck, and he tugs my hair, tipping my head farther back.
Moving slowly, he eases forward, holding my eyes as he sucks my nipple into his mouth and pulls.
That delicious friction builds between our bodies again, and just when I think an orgasm will slip away, the hand on my throat drags down my body until Sawyer’s thumb caresses over my clit.
“Oh,” I rasp.
He hums against my breasts and moves his thumb faster as my own movements falter.
I ride him unsteadily as all those sensations from before rush through me in rapid succession.
Sawyer doesn’t ease me through it this time.
He drags me through it writhing and screaming, his purr a steady song as I fall apart on his knot again.
I barely take a breath when he says, “Again.”
And all I can say is, “Yes, alpha.”
Sawyer and I are on the couch, cuddling and watching The Great British Baking Show, when the guys show up.
Hayes comes in first, covered in grease and looking exhausted.
Wilder follows, carrying the scent of the tattoo shop with him.
The two of them stop and breathe in at the same time, that twin-sync coming out to play.
Liam is texting so furiously that he doesn’t notice they’ve stopped walking and he crashes into them.
“What the fu—oh my god,” he says as he catches a whiff of the very potent air.
“Fuck, that smells good,” Hayes grumbles, scowling at Sawyer, who holds his hands up.
“Hey, I was only giving the omega what she begged for.”
I swat his arm. “Sawyer!” I chastise with a giggle.
He winks at me.
Wilder breathes in again and groans. “Dammit, now I need a cold shower.”
“You need a shower, anyway,” Sawyer calls as Wilder stalks to his bathroom. Wilder flips him off.
Hayes grabs a bottle of water and strides to the couch. He’s careful not to touch it as he gazes down at me. “Are you okay?”
A blush crawls up my neck. “I’m okay, big guy.”
He gives Sawyer a look. “You were nice?”
“Of course I was nice,” Sawyer grumbles. “What’s with you?”
“Ignore him.” Liam nudges him aside and drops onto the couch beside me, smirking up at the alpha. “He’s being all: Me alpha. Me protect.”
“Me kick your ass,” Hayes shoots back, kicking Liam’s leg.
“Ow! Fucker!”
“Me shower,” Hayes continues as he heads to clean up too.
“That really hurt,” Liam complains, rubbing the spot.
“Oh, poor baby,” I purr, patting his leg. “Better?”
“It will be,” he says.
My eyebrows pinch in question. I turn to look at him, but he catches my chin and captures my lips.
Liam’s kiss is like coming home. Even though we never shared one when we were younger, our bodies recognize one another, and my muscles fully relax.
I hadn’t realized they were holding tension until the pack got home.
It makes sense that I would be worried about having intercourse with Sawyer. Some pack dynamics thrive off competition, but my guys aren’t like that, and that was the reassurance I needed. To know that they’re not keeping score.
Liam breaks the kiss and pulls back to search my face. “How do you feel?”
“A little sleepy,” I confess.
He nods. “Sawyer has a big bed. Let’s get you there.” With Sawyer’s help, they lift me into Liam’s arms, and he carries me to the back of the house. Sawyer grins at me as he trails after us. Do alphas get an after-sex glow? Because he’s positively radiant.
Wilder appears, hair dripping wet, and his eyes widen. “Wait. Where are you going?”
“To sleep,” Liam calls, voice firm. “Liv is tired.”
His bewildered expression is almost amusing, but I never want my pack to feel like they’re not included.
“You’re coming, right?” Not you can come if you want.
That would imply he was never invited in the first place.
That’s so . . . hurtful. You’re coming means he was always intended to be there.
That I want him there, and boy do I ever.
While it can get unbearably hot, I love cuddling up with the pack.
Wilder places his hand on his chest. “Of course, omega.”
I bite my bottom lip and grin. Liam nudges Sawyer’s door open and carries me to the California king. He gently sets me down, and I scoot back as they begin to climb on. I’m sliding under the sheets when Hayes appears.
He arches an eyebrow. “Cuddle sesh?”
An alpha after my own heart. He may look scary at first, but once you get past how big and gruff he is, he’s a softy. Opening my arms, I make the grabby-hand motion. “Yes.”
He grins and joins us on the bed. We’re a mess of arms and legs, but somehow, we all find a comfortable position, and I fall asleep to the sounds of alpha purrs and soft beta snores. What more could an omega want?