The wind whips colder now, raising shivers on her skin beyond the pleasure, and she gasps, “Inside... please, Dorian. I need you inside me.”
Her words are a command wrapped in plea, her scent spiking with urgency.
I growl in agreement, snatching her hand, but coordination fails us in our haze. We stagger toward the door, her clothes abandoned in the drifts, my own coat billowing open over my unbuttoned shirt, bare chest prickling with gooseflesh I ignore.
Her breasts sway with our clumsy steps, nipples still shiny from my saliva, and it takes all my control not to pin her against the door and rut her immediately.
She’s shaking as she hands me her keys.
I jam it into the lock, shoving the door wide as we nearly fall through.
The heat from inside envelops us like a lover’s embrace, the door banging shut. We clash again in sloppy and ravenous kisses, shedding boots mid-stride.
My coat pools at my feet, shirt following to bare my muscled torso. Norah’s hands claw at me, nails raking fiery trails down my back, and I propel her backward, slamming her against the entry wall.
My mouth claims hers, tongue plunging deep, while my hands strip her skirt and panties in one frantic pull. It leaves her gloriously nude, legs parting instinctively for me.
The wall teases but doesn’t satisfy; I crave more. Dropping to my knees on the worn rug, I hook her thigh over my shoulder, burying my face in her core.
Her pussy gleams with slick, folds puffy and inviting, scent overwhelming, making my cock weep pre-cum.
“Look at you, so ready for your Alpha,” I rumble, eyes locked on hers before I strike, tongue spearing into her, lapping the gush of her arousal.
She keens, crying out my name, one hand bracing the wall and the other fisting my hair as her hips buck.
I feast, lips suctioning her clit, teeth grazing lightly while two fingers thrust inside her clenching heat, curling to stroke her inner walls. Her slick coats my hand, dripping down my wrist.
“Taste so good, Omega. All mine tonight.” I pump faster, tongue flicking relentlessly, building her toward the edge as her thighs clamp my head.
“Fuck... I’m—” She shatters, pussy spasming around my fingers, a flood of slick soaking my face as she screams, body convulsing. I lap through the waves, prolonging her bliss until she’s limp.
But my knot swells at the base of my cock, demanding release, the ache agonizing. I rise, shucking pants and boxers, my thick length springing free.
Norah’s gaze devours me, pupils blown, but she halts me with a hand. “Condom,” she breathes, fishing one from her purse.
I snatch it, ripping the foil with my teeth, rolling it down my shaft with a hiss, the latex tight over my swelling knot.
We crash to the floor, rug cushioning as I pin her beneath me, our mouths fusing in a clash of teeth and tongues. She hooks her legs around my waist, heels digging into my ass.
“Fuck me, Alpha. Now,” she demands, slick pussy grinding against my sheathed cock.
I thrust hard, bottoming out in her soaked depths, her walls fluttering around my girth. I withdraw and plunge again, setting a punishing rhythm, hips slamming with raw need.
I suck her nipple hard while pounding deeper, the condom straining against my knot.
“Harder, Dorian! Claim me,” she begs, nails carving crescents into my shoulders, her scent spiking with fresh slick.
I snarl, leveraging her legs higher, folding her nearly in half to drive impossibly deep. Sweat beads on our skin, the wet slap of bodies and her cries filling the house.
I lick sweat from her collarbone, her throat, marking with soft bites that heal fast but leave the imprint of possession.
“Your pussy’s gripping me so tight, Norah. Milking your Alpha’s cock like it was made for it."
She tightens in response, orgasm coiling visibly in her tensed form. “Close... don’t knot yet,” she whimpers, but her body betrays her, clenching rhythmically.
I slide a hand down, thumb circling her clit, and she explodes, walls convulsing, slick gushing around me. The pressure shoves me to the brink, but I flip us, rolling across the rug in a frenzy of limbs until she’s astride me.
Norah sinks down, hands splayed on my chest for leverage. She rides fiercely, hips circling and bouncing, breasts heaving.
