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I reach down without hesitation and wrap my hand around him, exploring. Jamie hisses through his teeth, hips jerking forward.

“Careful,” he warns, voice strained and amused. “You keep touching me like that and I might embarrass myself again.”

I smile up at him, stroking him from base to tip with teasing hands. “You mean like last time? When you came in your jeans while you were between my legs during my heat spike?”

Jamie lets out a choked laugh that turns into a groan as my thumb circles the head of his cock. “You’re never going to let me live that down, are you?”

“Nope.” I squeeze gently around the thick swell of his knot, fascinated by how it feels under my fingers. “But I like knowing I affect you that much.”

His breathing grows ragged. “You have no idea how much you affect me. Keep doing that and I’m not going to last long enough to get inside you.”

I give him one last slow stroke before I let go, heart racing with nerves and excitement. When he finally lines himself up, the head of his cock nudges against my entrance and I feel the heavy weight of the knot resting below it.

My eyes widen again. I’ve only ever been with my beta boyfriend in high school. This is completely new.

Jamie notices instantly. He stills, cupping my face with both hands, voice hushed and attentive even as his body trembles with restraint.

“Hey, beautiful. Breathe. It’s just me. The knot is going to feel big, but I’ll go slow. You tell me if it is too much, OK? We can stop anytime. I just want to make you feel good.”

I nod, heart racing. “I want it. I want all of you.”

He kisses me deeply, distracting me with his tongue while he pushes inside. The stretch is intense, delicious, and when the knot presses against my entrance I gasp into his mouth. Jamie freezes, checking in with soft words and gentle kisses along my jaw.

“That is it, baby. Just breathe. You are doing so good. Feel how perfectly you take me? So tight and hot around me.”

He rocks forward slowly, painstakingly, until the thick swell pops inside. The sudden fullness makes me cry out, pleasure and pressure blending into something overwhelming. Jamie stays perfectly still, forehead pressed to mine, whispering praise and filthy little encouragements between kisses.

“God, you feel incredible. So full of me. My sweet, perfect omega taking my knot like you were made for it. Tell me how it feels.”

“Big,” I manage, voice shaky with wonder. “So full. Jamie… it feels so good.”

He starts to move then, careful thrusts that grind the knot against every sensitive spot inside me. The laughter from earlier is gone, replaced by gasps and moans and the slick sound of our bodies. Jamie keeps talking, playful even now, mixing sweet and dirty until I’m trembling beneath him.

“Look at you, all flushed and taking every inch. My competitive little mini golf champion taking my knot so beautifully. Come on, baby. Let me feel you come around me.”

The orgasm crashes over me hard and sudden, his knot locking us together as I clench around him. Jamie follows with a low groan, burying his face in my neck as his knot swells even more, pulsing hot and deep inside me. The feeling is intense, intimate, and deeply bonding. I wrap my arms around him and hold on tight while we ride it out together.

Afterward he stays locked inside me, knot still swollen, rolling us carefully so I am draped across his chest. His hands stroke my back in soothing circles.

His knot slowly softens inside me, leaving behind a deep, satisfied ache that feels both new and perfectly right. His arms wrap around my back and pull me flush against his chest, one big hand sliding up to stroke through my hair in soothing passes.

I melt into him. The playful, chaotic energy from the mini golf course has shifted into something warm and protective. Jamie presses gentle kisses to my temple, my cheek, the top of my head, murmuring nonsense the whole time.

“You OK, beautiful?” he whispers, fingers still combing through my hair. “That was… a lot. In the best way. Tell me if anything feels too much.”

“I’m perfect,” I murmur against his skin. His golden amber and warm vanilla scent surrounds me completely, sunny and sweet and so comforting I could stay here forever. “That was incredible. You were incredible.”

He chuckles, the sound rumbling through his chest under my ear. “Yeah? Even when I was being a ridiculous competitive dork on the pirate ship hole?”

“Especially then.” I tilt my head back so I can see his face.

The bedside lamp casts a gentle glow across his features, highlighting the faint flush still on his cheeks and the almost shy smile he only seems to wear when it’s just the two of us. “I needed tonight more than I realized. I needed to laugh like that. To feel light and silly and completely free. You gave me that. No one has ever made me feel joy like this before.”

Jamie’s eyes soften, the playful spark giving way to something deeper and more vulnerable. His hand keeps stroking my hair in that slow, rhythmic way that makes my eyelids heavy.

“That’s all I want, to make you laugh like that,” he admits. “Outside the dining hall, when you literally ran into me and then bolted. You looked so serious and focused, like the whole world was too heavy sometimes. I kept thinking… I just want to be the guy who makes that weight disappear for a little while. Who makes her laugh until she can’t breathe. I’ve been waiting to do exactly that for weeks.”

I press closer, tucking my face into the curve of his neck and breathing in his scent until it fills every part of me. We stay like that for a long time, tangled together under the covers, trading lazy kisses and hushed words until my body grows heavy with contentment.