Chapter 28 Caught Between Sunrise And Sin #3
He laughs, breathless, and thrusts in even deeper, so deep I swear I can see galaxies behind my eyelids. “Didn’t think you’d beg for it,” he pants, and I bite his shoulder, hard enough to leave a mark.
“If you don’t, I’ll never let you eat at my bakery again.”
“Cruel, but if I knot you here, we both know we’re gonna end up on Oakridge Times for indecency,” he gasps, but he’s grinning, and then he’s slamming into me, knot pressing hard against my entrance, teasing the fuck out of me. “You don’t want that, do you?”
“I don’t care,” I whimper, and he chuckles, his hot breath taunting me.
“Cock deep Hazel, doesn’t care, but for our future self sanity, we’ll take a rain check on that, but I’ll reward you with the best fucking orgasm my Omega deserves.”
Then he’s slamming into me so fast, hard, and deep, I know it’ll be over before I can think straight.
I come so hard I black out for a second, muscles convulsing, entire body shuddering like I’m being electrocuted. I don’t even care that I’m sobbing, don’t care that I’m probably waking every bird and hiker within a ten-mile radius, because it’s the best, most real, most awake I’ve ever felt.
He holds me through it, arms wrapped tight, rocking me gently and murmuring nonsense into my hair, before he needs to pull out for his own sanity — and probably mine— because his knot is desperately wanting to join us, and deep down I know he’s right.
This isn’t the right place for knotting matters.
Not yet…but this instance is going to make it possible to happen so much sooner.
I twist my body carefully, ignoring the lightning bolt of overstimulation, and reach between us, cupping the base of his shaft where the knot is straining for release.
I massage it, slow and deliberate, feeling the way it pulses and swells, the way the sensation nearly makes him lose control.
His arms flex around me, his hands gripping my hips so hard I’m certain I’ll have bruises for days, and for a second we’re suspended there, just breathing in the scent of each other and the wildness of what we’re doing.
“You’re a menace,” he mutters, voice gone hoarse and warm. “You keep that up and I’m going to knot you right now and call the fire department to come get us down.”
“Wouldn’t be the weirdest thing they’ve seen,” I pant, pressing back and squeezing at the knot just to see what happens. His cock twitches violently, and I swear I can feel the entire overlook railing shudder with the force of it. “Maybe I’ll bake them a cake as a thank you.”
He curses, and I swear he’s about to go over his own edge.
And I want to be the one to make him come undone…
“Hazel—” he gasps, voice shredded to nothing, grip bruising on my hips, face buried in my hair as he comes with a violence that leaves us both shaking.
I grin, triumphant, completely dazed and delighted with myself for finally being the one to make an Alpha lose every last scrap of composure.
And then, because karma is real and I’ve never once made it through a sex scene without something truly idiotic happening, disaster strikes.
He’s got me hoisted up, mid-air, legs wrapped around his waist, and cock absolutely ready to batter my insides, when my heel snags on a loose board at the edge of the overlook.
I yelp, flailing for a second, and we both teeter precariously.
Luca's eyes widen comically, and he stumbles back a step, still holding me, but his foot slips on a patch of dew-slick grass. We go down in a tangle of limbs and laughter, him twisting to take the fall, me landing atop him with an "Oof!" that echoes off the rocks.
"Oh my god, are you okay?" I gasp, half-laughing, half-mortified, as I push up on his chest. The grass is cool and damp beneath us, tickling my bare legs, and Storm whinnies from nearby as if judging our spectacle.
Luca bursts out laughing, the sound rare and beautiful from him, his body shaking under mine.
"I'm fine, but damn, Hazel—your heels are weapons." He rubs his side dramatically. "Did you plan that to take me out?"
"Me? You're the one who decided to play Alpha acrobat on a slippery mountain!" I swat his chest playfully, but I'm giggling too, the absurdity breaking through the heat. "We could have rolled right off the cliff!"
"Would've been one hell of a story," he says, still chuckling, pulling me down for a kiss that's more affection than fire now. "Worth it, though. You're worth every clumsy tumble."
We lie there for a moment, catching our breath amid the bickering, the sunrise warming our skin. His hands stroke my back lazily, tracing the curves I've finally embraced, and I feel seen—truly, deeply attractive in his eyes, not despite my body but because of it.
"You know," I tease, propping my chin on his chest, "for someone so calculated, that was pretty impulsive."
"Says the woman who suggested public friskiness," he retorts, tweaking my nose.
We laugh, the relief palpable, just like the weight lifted off her shoulders.
It was the first time she truly felt free…and unafraid.
That she had control of her life and could finally dive into being an Omega to her pack that loves her effortlessly.