Chapter 32 #2
"It means you want something." His hands slide from my hips around to my stomach, pulling me flush against him. His cock is hot and thick against the small of my back, already so hard it makes my mouth water. "And wanting things is good."
"Are you giving me a therapy session right now?" I ask. "Because the timing is a little off."
He bites the side of my neck, and I shut up immediately.
"What did you want," he murmurs against my skin, "when you heard us?" His knees bend and hips push forward, slipping his cock over the wet seam of my ass.
The water is running hot down both of us, and his hands keep moving, and I'm rapidly losing the thread of the conversation.
"You," I say. "Both of you." A beat. "Her, maybe. A little."
The hands on my stomach go very still. "Yeah?" he says quietly. “Did you want to fuck our little omega too?”
"Don't make it weird," I say, pushing my ass back. “Just fuck me already.”
"Patience, sweet boy," he says against my ear.
"I don't have any," I say. "You know that."
"Alpha," I moan, and even I can hear how wrecked I already sound. One stroke. It took one stroke.
I've known this man for six years, and he still does this to me in approximately twelve seconds flat, which is either a testament to how good he is or how far gone I am, and honestly, it's probably both.
"You’re so easy to work up," he chuckles darkly, as his other hand grips my hip, holding me steady as he positions himself.
I feel the blunt head of his cock pressing against my entrance, and my body tenses with anticipation. He pushes in slowly, past my tight ring of muscle. I breathe through it, feeling every inch of him open me up.
"Okay?" he asks against the back of my neck. “Do we need lube?”
"No lube," I manage. “Give me more.”
Cliff shifts his feet slightly, then he pushes the last few inches of his thick cock inside me. The burn is exquisite, a perfect stretch that makes me moan against the tile.
But he doesn't wait for me to adjust.
He sets a pace that's hard and deep and completely without mercy, his hips snap against me in a rhythm that pushes me into the tile with every thrust. His hand is still wrapped around my cock, stroking me in time, and the dual sensation is so overwhelming that my legs are already threatening to give out, and we've barely started.
"Oh, god," I gasp, my fingers scrabbling against the wet tile. "Harder.”
And he gives me exactly what I want, fucking me deeper, harder, his hips crashing against my ass. The pleasure builds rapidly deep within me, intense and overwhelming.
I bite down on my own forearm to keep from being too loud.
"No," Cliff snarls, pulling my arm away from my mouth. "I want to hear you. Tell me how much you love my cock in this ass.”
I grunt and moan, each sound ripped out of me with every thrust. Cliff's hand tightens on my hip and his pace gets harder and more deliberate every time I make a noise, like he's chasing the sound of me coming apart, and I stop caring about anything except the next thrust and the next and the next.
"That's it," he growls against my neck. "Let me hear you, beta."
The pleasure builds fast, coiling tight and low, and I can feel his cock starting to swell at the base. The thickness of his partially inflated knot, spreading me wider with every thrust. My breath starts coming in short, sharp pulls as I imagine it finally popping inside me.
Betas aren't built to take knots like omegas are, but I want it. God, I want it more than I've ever wanted anything.
"Your knot," I pant, pushing back to meet his thrusts. "Cliff, I want your knot."
"Fuck," he snarls as his rhythm falters slightly. His voice has dropped to something rough and strained, like he's holding himself together by a thread. "I’m close."
"I want it," I say. “Give me your knot.”
“I can’t.” His hips keep moving, his knot battering at my stretched hole. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
He’s right. I know he is.
Betas bodies aren’t built to take a knot, but I don’t care.
I want it more than I’ve ever wanted in my life.
"Please," I beg, pushing my ass back into him. "Please, Alpha. I want it. I want all of you."
Cliff exhales slowly against the back of my neck, and I feel the decision move through his body before he makes it.
"Hold on," he growls quietly.
I grab the shower rail with both hands and close my eyes.
He releases my cock and grabs both my hips, fingers pressing in hard enough to bruise.
His strokes change, becoming something different.
Slower. More deliberate. Like he's trying to work his knot into me, grinding forward with each thrust, pushing that thick swollen base against my entrance over and over until I'm shaking so hard the shower rail is the only thing keeping me upright.
"Cliff!" I cry, but he doesn't answer.
He keeps going, grinding and pushing, and I feel the exact moment his knot goes completely hard.
Holy fuck. He’s going to fully knot me.
"Are you ready?" His voice is barely recognizable. Rough and low and stripped of everything civilized.
"Yes," I whimper, refusing to back down. “Give it to me.”
Then he drives forward one final time, snapping his hips and popping his knot so deep my entire body jolts.
The pressure is so absolute and consuming that I scream against the tile, the sound echoing off every surface in the bathroom.
His arms band around my waist, crossing over my stomach, pulling me back flush against his chest, and he holds me there, completely still, both of us breathing hard in the steam.
The knot pulses inside me, thick and unyielding, and I feel him start to come. Long, shuddering waves of it, his whole body shaking against my back, his face pressed into the curve of my neck.
A broken sound rolls out of his chest that I feel more than hear, deep and guttural and nothing like the controlled, tender mate I know.
My own orgasm hits me somewhere in the middle of his, pulled out of me by the pressure and the fullness, and I come all over the shower wall with a sound that's very close to a sob.
For a long moment neither of us moves.
The water runs.
The steam curls.
And Cliff's arms hold me together while I figure out how to breathe again.
How the fuck did Elowen survive this?