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“Give it to me. Stuff me full. I need it. I need you, please. Please make me come,” I babbled, my brain focused entirely on the need radiating from my every pore.

“I’ve got you,” he promised, inserting a third finger and aiming straight for my prostate again.

Lips covered my own, and my body convulsed beneath him. Cum spurted between our chests as he ripped my orgasm out of me mercilessly.

“That’s it, love,” he muttered against my neck. “I want you to come as many times as you need tonight. This is all for you, my omega.”

With another kiss to my forehead, gently easing me down from my orgasm, Emerson removed his fingers and sat up on his knees. Reaching into a side drawer, Emerson pulled out a small bottle of lube and tossed it onto the one remaining pillow. Pulling his shirt off his shoulders, he said, “You look so beautiful like this, but I want you naked when I take you.”

We removed the last of our clothing, hastily throwing them onto the floor, then collided with each other yet again. The drying cum on our chests didn’t matter. It would only get worse.

Emerson’s well-muscled body covered mine, pressing me into the mattress. He almost made me feel dainty beneath him, despite us being so close in height. That side of an alpha had never appealed to me before, but right now, my omega was practically purring.

He hoisted my leg over his hip and generously coated his length in the lube before rubbing the head against my entrance. The brief cold made me jump, but feeling how much thicker Emerson’s cock was compared to his fingers had me half-hard again.

“Don’t keep teasing me, Emerson.” I spoke through a half-lidded gaze that I hoped was seductive instead of just desperate and exhausted. “Another heat spike is going to hit me any second, and I wanna be full of cock when it does.”

“Good to know some of your plans aren’t awful,” Emerson teased as he finally entered me.

“Mm, ah! Fuck!” I crossed my ankles behind him, pulling him deeper. “And here I thought that getting caught”—I gasped as he ground his hips against mine, pushing in further—“during my heat, was a great idea.”

“I won’t lie”—he pushed in another inch, before pulling out, then going in further again—“I’m thoroughly enjoying your terrible plan.”

Each thrust of his hips pushed him in more, stretching me wider around his girth. The stretch burned in that perfect way my omega ached for. And my alpha had barely got started.

As I slowly accommodated the girth inside me, Emerson picked up a rhythm that had my inner omega mewling in pleasure.

Fuck, those noises were coming from me.

His arms coiled around me, and my moans were muffled against his neck. That spicy patchouli scent surrounded me, making my mouth water. I licked a long stripe up his neck, the salt of his sweat mixing with his delicious scent, and he moaned low in his throat. Easily the sexiest sound I’d ever heard and one I was determined to hear again.

My hips bucked, meeting his thrusts until his hands lifted both my legs onto his shoulders. He leaned down, practically folding me in half, and licked into my mouth. As his weight shifted, every roll of Emerson’s hips had his cock punching my prostate and stars dancing behind my eyelids.

Fisting the sheets above my head, all coherent thoughts escaped me. I muttered attempts at words, but my mind was amess of sensations. Patchouli and warm vanilla. Smacking skin echoing around the room. The growing fire in my abdomen as the cock impaling me moved faster and faster.

“You’re so tight. So fucking perfect,” he growled, biting my lower lip before swallowing down my groan. “But I’ve got more to give you.”

His movements stuttered and increasing pressure around my hole told me exactly what was happening. Emerson’s knot was inflating, preparing to lock us together for minutes, or maybe hours, as he pumped his seed into me. It was what my omega craved most. What I’d been aching for since my heat began.

“Give it to me,” I gasped. “I need it.”

Emerson pulled all the way out, panting for a moment, before flipping me onto my hands and knees and landing a smack onto my already stinging arse.

“Haven’t you learned yet, omega?” Emerson chuckled, running the length of his cock between my cheeks until I could feel the burning heat of his rapidly inflating knot against my twitching hole. “You know what to say.”

“Please, Alpha.” I whimpered, looking at him over my shoulder. “Please give me your knot.”

His slick chest covered my back, and our lips crashed together. In my next breath, Emerson rammed back inside me to the hilt, straight at my prostate, his knot stretching me more than I’d thought possible. Within a few shallow pumps, I was coming with my cock untouched. My inner muscles squeezed his shaft, dragging Emerson into his own orgasm and milking him of his cum. Our moans mixed together in a cacophony of pleasure until we could only gasp for air, still locked together below the waist.

Emerson dragged me down to lie on my side with him, one arm beneath my head and the other smoothing over my abdomen. I could still feel him inside me, his swollen cock twitching as he continued to release into me.

I didn’t know how long the reprieve from my heat would last. What I did know was that my inner omega was only partially sated. Pretty soon, another spike would hit me, and I’d need more.

Part of me couldn’t wait.

Chapter Six

Emerson