Chapter 20 #3
My eyes flutter shut as the head of his cock presses insistently against me until it slips in. The slick that’s been building since he wrapped his hand around my cock makes it easier for him to thrust slowly into me until I can feel the base of his knot.
He gives me a second to breathe, to adjust to the feeling of being ridiculously full, before he pulls out and slams back in. His head brushes against a spot inside me that has me seeing stars.
I let out a choked moan that gets stuck somewhere in my throat. The garbled noise makes a chuckle leave his lips.
“Open. Your. Eyes.” His words are said between thrusts.
My eyes flutter open. I grip the pillow by my head with one hand and brace myself against the headboard with the other.
He’s smirking down at me, watching me fall apart because of him.
“You’re going to take my knot,” he growls, leaning closer to me and folding my body even more.
My eyes go wide and I open my mouth, trying to come up with words to say hey maybe that’s not a good idea, but they don’t come.
“It’ll fit,” he murmurs, slowing the pace of his thrusts, but not letting up on the intensity. If anything, he thrusts even harder, holding himself inside me for longer and longer increments.
“But—but I’m not in heat,” I rasp.
“You don’t need to be to take my knot,” he soothes, reaching down and cupping the side of my face. His broad thumb brushes against my lips. “You just need to relax and take it like the good omega you are.”
His words have my lips parting as I stare up at him through half-lidded eyes.
He takes the opportunity to press his thumb past my lips and into my mouth.
I run my tongue along it, sucking it into my mouth like I just did with his cock.
It gives me something to focus on while he continues his deep, insistent thrusts.
“Remember to breathe, baby.”
He doesn’t give my brain a chance to process the fact that he just called me baby before I feel the intensity of his knot pressing up against me.
I let out a deep moan around his thumb, struggling to keep my eyes on him, on us, as he pushes his knot inside of me.
“That’s it. Look at how well you’re taking my fucking knot. Fuck, you’re leaking your slick around me.”
He pulls his thumb from my mouth before reaching down and collecting some of the slick that’s dripped out of me onto his hand. He holds it in front of my face so I can see the way it glistens in the dim lamplight.
A flush of embarrassment covers my cheeks. But I don’t have a lot of opportunity to think about it before he’s wrapping his hand around my cock, squeezing it as he continues to push his knot into me.
“Oh my God,” I gasp, overwhelmed by the onslaught of sensation. “I’m gonna—I’m gonna—”
“Come for me,” he growls before thrusting forward and seating his knot deep inside of me.
I throw my head back with a gasp, my cock spasming and shooting cum onto my stomach and chest.
Eli extends my orgasm, shifting his knot inside me ever so slightly before he collapses forward, resting his head against the headboard. With a roar, he comes inside me. I can feel his cock throbbing.
I lose all control of my muscles, melting into the mattress in a boneless heap.
“Wow,” Eli grunts.
“Wow is right,” I pant.
He lets out a soft chuckle, easing my legs down from his shoulders. I let out a low moan when the movements shift his knot inside me.
“Watching your face as you came was something else,” he murmurs, brushing some of my hair away from my sweat-soaked forehead.
“Yeah?” I let out a soft huff of laughter. “I guess I should’ve paid more attention to your expression. I was a little... preoccupied.”
“You mean massively preoccupied?” Eli teases.
One moment I’m underneath him, the next I’m lying on top of him. He’s somehow found a way to roll us so I’m on top of him while we’re still connected.
“Wait! What about my cum, it’ll—”
“You think I give a shit about your cum getting on me?” He rolls his eyes. “Don’t worry your pretty little head about something like that.”
“Okay,” I mumble, resting my head against his chest. “This is more comfortable than you crushing me to death. So, thanks.”
“You’re welcome.” He reaches up and massages the muscle where my head meets my shoulder. “For what it’s worth, I don’t hate her.”
I lift my head to gauge his expression.
It’s... softer than earlier. Maybe an orgasm will do that? But I think this runs deeper. It seems to have more to do with us actually talking.
“Really?”
“Yeah. You were right about the jealousy, though.”
“Oh...” I bite my lower lip. “So now that we’ve, you know, actually talked, I really do want to give this an actual chance, but... I... Andi is...”
“You asking if I’m cool with you having us both?” he asks softly.
“Yeah,” I rasp.
He takes a deep breath, averting his gaze toward the ceiling before looking down at me.
“Omegas have packs these days. Just ‘cause you’re a male omega doesn’t mean you shouldn’t have a pack. So... go for it. As long as there’s room for me.”
“There’ll always be room for you.”
My eyes flutter closed.
“I’ll hold you to that,” he hums.
“Mhmmm.”
And then, wrapped in his massive arms, I drift off into sleep.