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Jensen

S he raised her eyebrows at me as what I was insinuating sank in.

Did she want to?

Judging by the burst of perfume, she most certainly did. Her sweet apple scent and arousal were painfully obvious, especially when I was sitting so close to her.

“What if someone sees?” she whispered in a scandalized voice.

She wasn’t saying no. My cock was already rock hard, just thinking about what I could be doing to her shortly.

I shrugged. “Who would see? There’s no one here, and the flight attendants are serving the meals in economy right now.”

She glanced around. First class was fairly empty. The only other person in sight was on the other side of the plane, and had headphones on and wasn’t paying attention to us.

“We would have to be quick,” she said, her voice breathy, her pupils wide with arousal. God, I wanted to devour her.

Holy fucking shit, yes.

“I can do quick.” I chuckled, undoing my belt, grabbing her hand and dragging her down the aisle. When it came to her, I could easily do quick. One smile from Bethany, and I was a teenage boy ready to blow my load.

She bit her lip as I pulled her into the tiny bathroom. Given it was first class, it was a lot larger than most plane bathrooms, but it still wasn’t large, by any stretch of the imagination. It just fit the two of us.

Before the door was even fully closed, her hands were scrambling at the clasp of my jeans. Given the small space, we were a tangle of limbs, but all I wanted was to feel her pressed up against me.

Actually, that was a lie. I wanted to feel her inside and out.

Our lips crashed together. It was clumsy, but just the taste of her was enough to make my mind haze over with that familiar need to rut her again and again.

“How do you want me?” I asked against her lips.

“Fuck me,” she whispered softly.

Those two little words made my knees weak.

I didn’t really have much of a plan when we’d entered the bathroom. All I’d intended to do was make her come. With my fingers, and maybe I could taste her while watching her fall apart, moaning my name. This was a very pleasant turn of events, though, and my cock was already raring to go.

“Hands on the mirror,” I growled, lightly grabbing her hips and turning her.

In the small space, she leaned over slightly, her ass pressed against me. Her flushed face in the mirror was a sight to behold.

This was probably the best idea I had come up with all year.

The rest of our pack mates were going to be so jealous.

Yes, our pack mates, because as far as I was concerned, even though we hadn’t bitten Bethany yet, she was one of us.

She had somehow managed to undo my jeans, so all I had to do was grab the hem of those little exercise shorts she was wearing and tug them down with her underwear, leaving her exposed.

The small area immediately filled with an explosion of sweet apple.

Meeting her gaze in the mirror, I couldn’t have wiped the smirk off my face if I tried. I must have been the luckiest bastard around because I had this stunning, sweet omega who was pregnant with my child, needy and desperate for my cock.

I was going to develop an ego.

Well… more of an ego.

As my fingers found her folds, I closed my eyes and huffed in pleasure as her sheer wetness became apparent.

Bethany was more than ready.

“So wet and needy. Did mean old Gideon leave you wanting?” I muttered quietly in her ear.

She nodded desperately, meeting my eye and thrusting her hips back in a silent plea.

It took some maneuvering, but I managed to line her up with my cock. I was already so hard, and nothing was going to stop me from fucking my omega until she creamed all over my cock.

“Fuck!” she hissed as I slowly sank in to the hilt. My cock met no resistance; if anything, she sucked me in deeper.

One hand settled on her waist, the other snaking up to cover her mouth as she adjusted to my size. “Shush, omega. Otherwise, everyone on this plane will know exactly what I’m doing to you.”

Her pussy tightened around me beautifully, and a muffled moan escaped her.

“Oh, do you like that idea?” I asked, nipping at her earlobe as I started to fuck her, my pace frantic. “Maybe I should knot you here, so everyone can see just who you belong to.”

I wouldn’t, because knotting and plane bathrooms didn’t mix well, but it was a nice thought. Maybe I could convince her to ditch seeing her family and come to my hotel instead, where I could spend the entire night knot-deep in her.

There was no way that was going to happen, but I could daydream.

“So fucking perfect,” I muttered, watching as her eyes rolled back. Our position meant I could see everything perfectly, from her face to the way her tits bounced in that low-cut top and her ass pressing against my hips with each thrust.

Reaching around to her clit, I started rubbing gently at first, but quickly increased the pace to match my thrusts.

Her body was fucking perfection, and if I had more time, I would have removed her top and enjoyed the sight of her tits bouncing unrestrained…a plan for the future, maybe.

She rocked back slowly, her pussy hungrily sucking my cock in. Already, her walls were tightening. Sucking on her shoulder, I wanted to mark up her neck, to let everyone know she belonged to me, but in the depths of my mind, a small voice reminded me she was about to go see her family.

Bethany’s legs trembled as she came, and I tightened my hand over her mouth. I wasn’t sure she could contain her moans, but fuck, I wanted to hear them.

Wetness coated my cock and my knot was rapidly expanding. In such a small space, the only scent was us . Sweet crisp apple, combined with my own fresh salty scent, was fucking delectable. My thrusts became shallow as my own release was close.

I wanted to bury my knot in her so badly, and it took all my willpower to refrain, but for her, I would do just about anything.

As I sank my teeth into her shoulder deep, but not enough to break the skin, my cock exploded, throbbing with release, filling up my omega with cum and scent.

The caveman in me liked that a lot.

I kept my knot outside her, so it didn’t feel as good, but even having her wrapped around my tip as I came was amazing.

When my balls had been drained of every last drop, and I could have sworn every bit of energy had been sapped from my body, I glanced at Bethany in the mirror. She looked the same, except for the small, blissful smile on her face. We were both panting heavily, like we had run a marathon.

After a moment, Bethany chuckled. “Did we just join the mile high club?” she whispered.

It took everything in me not to howl with laughter.

Who says you can’t teach an old dog new tricks?