Page 81 of Gamers' Omega

He kept fucking me until my dick felt empty and the pulses of pleasure had nearly stopped. Then he plunged deep and coaxed another cry of pleasure from me as his knot locked us together.

Tony growled low in his throat as his cock pulsed, grinding into me as his balls emptied themselves. Finally, he stilled and eased my legs from his shoulders. He leaned in—surprisingly gentle with where we were joined given how enthusiastically he’d fucked me—and kissed me softly.

“You’re amazing, Sweetheart,” he murmured. “How do you feel?”

“So good,” I sighed.

“Good. Are you comfortable? I know this position is a bit awkward.”

“Mm-hmm.”

He chuckled. “You’re so pleasure-drunk. It’s adorable.”

“Hey,” I protested. “I’m not adorable.”

“Yes you are,” he laughed. “It’s ok though. That’s just one more reason to love you.”

Heat crept up my cheeks. “I love you too.”

He kissed me again. “Our beautiful mate.” Then he knelt again and seemed to settle into what seemed a comfortable position.

I smiled and relaxed against the mattress. I closed my eyes but opened them again as I felt the surface dip as somebody moved.

Ian was beside me. I hummed and turned into his touch as he reached out and ran his fingers down my jaw. “Hey, Sweetheart.”

“Hey.”

“How are you feeling?”

“Good,” I sighed happily.

“Not too sore?”

I took a moment to consider the question. My muscles were complaining in the way they did when I’d worked out too hard, but I didn’t hurt.

“I’m ok.”

He smiled. “Do you need a break?”

“I want you, too.”

He smiled but shook his head. “No evading the question, Eric. There’s plenty of time left in your heat. You’ll get me if you want me. I need to know if you need a break. I’d rather wait than hurt you.”

I bit my lower lip. My mates had already told me that I was probably going to be sore, and even though I’d already gotten through being opened and taking a cock, part of me was still worried that it would hurt the next time.

“I…” I whispered. “I want to do it while I’m still open.”

Ian leaned in and kissed me gently. “I understand. Do you want to try and get a bit of sleep while I’m knotting you?”

I nodded. “That sounds nice.”

He smiled. “It is. I’ve fallen asleep with knots in me before and I love it.”

“You won’t mind?”

He shook his head. “Not at all. You’re going to need to rest when you can, and there’s not much else you can do while being knotted, so it’s a good time.”

“Thank you.”