Page 33 of Arrivals & Assets

“You can take me to dinner later. Right now, I need your knot.”

I growled as I slid my hand from his neck to the small of his back, then down so that I could grab his ass with both hands.

“Dylan…” he moaned when I squeezed.

I dragged my lips across his cheek, then nipped the shell of his ear. “Tell me what you want, omega-mine.”

“Breed me. Bond me.”

“You’re sure about breeding; it’s not just the fate-pull talking?”

He pulled back and glared at me. “You don’t want kids?”

I snorted and pulled him into a kiss.

“I’ll breed you as many times as you want, my Flynn,” I murmured as the kiss ended. “I’d love a full house with you. I just didn’t want to skip an important talking step.”

“You want kids?”

I chuckled. “Of course I do. But you’d be the one pregnant. Gotta make sure.”

He smiled. “I’m sure. I’m so sure that I don’t want to leave this room until I’ve got a load of your cum inside me.”

My cock strained against my pants, wanting to immediately grant his request.

I gave his ass another appreciative squeeze, then slid one hand around to his fly. I popped the button and drew down the zipper on his trousers.

I started to push down his pants, but the fabric almost fell off him, rustling to the floor. Instead of wool beneath my fingers, it was the satiny silk of his boxers.

He shivered in my arms as I teased my fingers along the elastic waistband. “Alpha…”

“Do you want me to play with your cock first?”

He curled his hands into my shirt and shook his head. “Need you.”

“Ok,” I replied as I slid my hand down into his boxers and along the firm globe of his ass.

He shuddered and moaned, pushing back into my touch.

I leaned in and dragged my lips across his forehead, then I slid a hand between his asscheeks.

He was already slick, and I groaned at how ready he seemed. The sound turned into a growl when I was able to slide a finger inside with only a tiny amount of massaging his entrance.

Flynn let out a long, pleasured sigh as I started working my finger in and out.

“Does that feel good?” I rumbled.

“More…” he begged.

A satisfied growl bubbled up from my throat, and I pushed a second finger inside.

“You’re so loose,” I purred. “You’re ready for me, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” he breathed.

“Want me to bend you over the desk?”

“Right here.”