Finally, the world felt right.
I felt the surge of pheromones from both of us this time, reacting to what we were to each other, encouraging us to mate, to cement a bond, to breed. The omega’s skin flushedwith heat and arousal as his scent sweetened further.
Worse, I could feel my rut responding to him entering his heat.
We were so fucked!
Breaking away from the kiss, I tried to put some distance between us, even though it physically hurt. There was this ache in my chest while my cock was harder than steel. It leaked a bead of precome as the omega followed me.
He pulled off his shirt and began unbuttoning his jeans. The primal omega urge to mate after being thrown into a heat.
I went to him and stopped his hand. “No. We can’t.”
“Why?” he whined. “It hurts. You’re my mate. I need you.”
This close to him, I could see his pupils were blown wide. The scent of his slick made my mouth water.
“I should get you home before we do something we’d regret.”
“I could never regret you. We belong together.”
“We don’t,” I denied. It felt like someone stabbed me in the chest to say the words. I hated this, but there were three reasons athome why I couldn’t have him. I wasn’t too out of my mind to have rational thought. Close, but not there yet. The longer I spent around his incredible body and scent, the harder it was to deny I wanted him with my very soul.
“Not even once?” He kissed me then. I couldn’t help but return it. The feel of his body against mine was so right. His mouth felt too good.
He pulled away, pushing his pants and underwear down and kicking them and his shoes off. “Help me, please. It hurts.”
His thighs glistened with his slick. His heat had come on so fast and was already intense. I couldn’t imagine the pain he was in. He needed me. Needed my cock, my knot, to break it.
Seeing the desperate way he was clawing at his skin, the panic on his face, broke me.
I stalked the short distance between us. I hoisted him into my arms while I fused our mouths together. My fingers found his cleft, sought his leaking hole, and plunged inside. He was so wet and warm. His body was already open for me.
“Ready?” I asked as I broke the kiss.
“Please!” His begging was so cute.
Pressing him into a tree, I raised his leg over my hip, I notched my cock at his hole and slid inside in one slow movement.
His moans were like music. Every sound he made while I thrust inside him lit me up with joy. This was perfect. Nothing would ever come closer to perfection than having my fated around my cock. Being so deep inside him, we were one.
Over and over, I plunged my cock into his wet hole, his inner muscles hugging me so tightly I struggled to hold back my orgasm. I needed him to come first. His noises were like music, his face flushed as he clung to me.
“More,” he begged. I gave him what he wanted, pumping my hips harder.
The scent of his blood had my rhythm faltering. His back must have gotten scratched up from the tree. I turned us, his weight nothing to me in this state.
My hands took his hips in a firm grip while I used his body to bring us both pleasure.
He came with a squeal I absolutely had to hear again. I went to my knees, lowering him to the ground and fucked him harder until he came once more, milking my cock until my knot grew.
It had been a long time since I’d knotted anyone, but the instinct to shallow my thrusts was still there. My hips jerked in small movements as my knot expanded and slipped inside my mate’s body. He shuddered as we were locked in place.
Tied together, my come filled him, seeking that inner part of him, his womb. My dingo wanted to fill him with a pup, to claim him. This early in his heat, I couldn’t. Not yet.
Even with the kids waiting for me at home and the risk my mate posed, I still wanted to keep him so badly it hurt.
Ten
