But first, he has to keep fucking me and give me another knot before the need for it becomes unbearable.
Jackson lets out a breathless laugh. “Sorry, gorgeous, needed a little break to catch my breath.” His hips start to move again, and I sigh in relief.
Pleasure washes over me as he moves inside me, and when he brings a tiny buzzing vibrator to my clit, I cry out, coming for who knows what time. I’ve lost count.
Jackson strokes away the hair that’s fallen in my face and cups my cheek as he rides out my orgasm. The tender look in his eyes makes my chest tighten. He smiles down at me, the press of his hips slower and deeper now. “You ready for the knot, Cami?”
The tightness in my chest intensifies when he calls me that. So far, it’s been “Camille” or “gorgeous”. Cami is what my closest friends call me. What my loved ones call me. It’s intimate. There’s no way Jackson knows that, but it makes my omega so happy. Tears well in my eyes from how nice that false sense of belonging to him is.
I nod and try to blink them away before he notices. “Y-yeah.”
He gives me that stunning smile again and leans forward to press his lips to mine, capturing my gasp of surprise.
I didn’t know we were allowed to kiss. Fuck, why haven’t we been kissing this whole time?
His mouth against mine is as good as the knot settling inside me as he pushes deep.
“Jackson,” I murmur as our lips part, meeting his eyes in a moment of lucidity I haven’t felt in… hours? Days? I don’t know how long we’ve been doing this.
He frowns. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have done that. Not professional.”
Screw that.
My omega rises to the forefront of my mind again, pissed at the reminder that this man isn’t really my pack. I grab his face and pull him back into another kiss.
The groan he releases and the way his tongue slicks against mine as the kiss deepens is so good that I’m coming again.
“F-fuck.” Jackson gasps, and he’s following me over the edge, releasing inside me and increasing the blissful rightness of the moment.
Lips pressed against his and stretched full, my omega has never been happier.
”Shit,I really need to do more cardio.” Jackson’s breaths are ragged as he takes me from behind.
He’s exhausted. In the back of my mind, I know I should be too, but my heat is relentless. It’s an all-consuming need that is threatening to burn us up.
I pull away and turn over to look at him. He’s panting, cheeks burnished from the exertion of ceaseless fucking.
Jackson grimaces. “Are you okay, Cami? Do you want me to do something else?”
All pretense of him being in control or making sex into a teasing game is long gone, but I don’t mind. He’s been doing all the hard work, so it’s time for me to help myself out. “Lie on your back.”
He tries to hide his relief, but it’s there in his eyes as he does what I say. I’ve never been a fan of being on top, but desperate times call for desperate measures.
I straddle his hips and fist his stiff, slick-and-cum-soaked cock, lining it up and sinking down on it unceremoniously. A low moan of relief slips from my lips, and I rock my hips to test out the position. Little sparks of pleasure burst behind my eyesas I find a movement that rubs his cock inside me in the perfect way.
Okay, maybe being on top isn’t so bad.
Jackson’s hands stroke up my belly and then cup my tits. “Fuck gorgeous, if I knew this view was so good, we’d have done it a lot sooner.”
My head falls back as he pinches my nipple, eyes closing as I let instinct take over. It doesn’t take long before I’ve got the fake knot seated inside me as I grind on the beta beneath me. My thighs are burning by the time I come, but I don’t care because it feels incredible.
He watches me intensely, clearly enjoying me using him to get off. “God. You’re perfect.” He gasps as I bend forward to suck at his throat, his warm release filling me.
The flames inside me cool. My eyelids grow heavy and I collapse against his chest as he strokes my hair and whispers praise.
“That’s it, Cami. Rest. I’ll keep you safe.”
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