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Eventually, the franticness comes back. Daphne bounces faster, squeezing me every time she rises like she doesn’t want my cock to leave her at all. Her brows furrow, a tiny scowl painting her features with frustration and that damn whine.

“I need more.”

She needs a knot, I can tell. Daphne’s agitation grows as she tries and tries to get it inside her without the right leverage.

“Need help, baby?”

“Please.” Tears line her eyes and that’s all I can take.

Her body feels so small in my hands as I spread her thighs until it almost hurts, giving me space to thrust from beneath. Daphne gasps my name, and I think I’m going to lose it before we’re even locked together. “Almost there, baby. Hold on for me.”

Her hips move to just the right angle and my next thrust is exactly what we need.

The way she thrashes on my knot, nails cutting, teeth snapping, moans growing. That shit’s like candy to me. Scent thick enough to feel it slide down my throat. I want to breathe Daphne and only Daphne. Want her inside me all the time.

Bite. Bond. Claim.

It’s so fucking tempting. The teeth caps are long gone, and her throat isright fucking there.

I could do it. I could make her mine.

The urge to bond Daphne gets so bad I bite my arm because I don’t trust my mouth on her right now. Not for a kiss or a nibble or a lick, especially when she’s squeezing the life and cum out of me like it’s the only thing that matters.

She chants things likemore, harder, don’t stopunder her breath even as her hips stutter. It’s nothing to take over until another wave of pleasure steals us both.

It takes a few orgasms stretched around my knot, but Daphne finally settles. The combination of us soaks my thighs and the bed’s not much better. Not that I mind. I’ll sleep in the wet spot every time if it means having her like this.

Mental note, buy a waterproof blanket or five.

“Good?” I kiss her gently as we both come down.

“So good. Needed you.” When Daph smiles, nails scratching through my stubble, I realize she’s teasing me about her heat.You need me.

“I do, ya know.”

“Yeah, Nate,” she laughs. “I know.”

We stay there, grinning stupidly at each other, grinding just enough to keep my knot exactly where it is. I could live like this forever, but Daphne’s blinks begin to slow and my back starts aching. “Come on, kitten. Bedtime.”

“Nooooo.”

I nip her neck, feeling a little less feral now that I’ve trapped her on my knot. “Yes.”

With a hand on her ass, I slowly maneuver us into the middle of the bed, every movement making us gasp.

“Oh my god, stay still,” Daphne hisses.

“Almost there,” I promise.

By the time I can finally lean back against the pillows, her thighs are shaking, and we’re soaked again. What the fuck ever. If she stays on top of me all night, she’ll be warm enough.

It’s a task to strip out of our clothes, but I manage that too, wrapping us in one of the heavy blankets Daph favors. She snuggles into my chest with this cute little chirrup, cozy and close enough to touch whenever I want.

For a moment, I can hardly breathe. This is perfect. My omega in my arms. My heart fuller than it’s ever been.

I brush her sweaty hair back, needing her face. “You’re so pretty like this, all rumpled and smelling like me.”

She playfully rolls her eyes even as she yawns. “I’ve got a ton of work to do tomorrow in the store.”