Page 169 of Beautifully Scarred Omega

She pulls off and looks up at me with those green eyes, glazed and dark, her lips wet and swollen.

“Finn,” she breathes. “Knot me.”

I sit back on the couch, my cock hard and straining upward, and hold out my hand to her.

“Come here, sweetheart. Take what you want.”

Sophie steps between my knees and I hook my fingers into her underwear, sliding them down her legs. She steps out of them, then climbs into my lap, her knees on either side of my hips, and kisses me.

I hold her waist, guiding her back until the tip of my cock finds her entrance, and I stop.

I can feel the heat of her, her slick dripping onto me before I’ve even pushed in.

“Fuck, Sophie. Your pussy is dripping on my cock.”

I look at her—flushed, trembling, pupils blown, her body arched toward me—and I have never wanted anything the way I want this.

“Are you sure, sweetheart?” I manage against her lips.

“I need you, Finn. Please. I need to feel all of you inside me.”

Slowly, I lower her onto my cock.

She gasps and her hands fly to my shoulders, gripping hard. I watch her face as she sinks down onto me, feeling her stretch around me, her slick easing the way but the length of my cock still making her eyes go wide.

“Oh my God—Finn—you’re so⁠—”

“I know, sweetheart.” I kiss the spot behind her ear, my arms trembling. “Take your time. Take all of me.”

She sinks down until I bottom out and we both moan. She grips me from base to tip, every inch of me buried inside her.

“Finn,” she says, and my name has never sounded like that before. “Please.”

“I’ve got you, sweetheart,” I say, and I lift my hips once, deep, and she moans.

Then she starts to move.

Her hips roll against mine, slow at first, finding the angle, finding the rhythm, and I let her take over.

I dip my head and take her nipple into my mouth. I suck and she gasps and her hips stutter, so I switch to the other one, my tongue flicking the hardened peak while my hands stroke down her thighs. She grinds down onto me with my entire cock buried inside her, her hands braced on my shoulders, and when she hits the right spot her head falls back and a moan rips out of her.

“There?” I ask, rolling my hips up to meet hers, hitting that same spot, and her whole body seizes.

“Finn—yes—that’s it,” she moans.

I drive into her with everything I have, hitting the spot over and over again, deep and hard and relentless, my hands gripping her waist, and the sound of my cock inside her fills the room alongside her cries and the low, guttural sounds coming from my own chest that I don’t recognize.

“That’s it, sweetheart. Let go for me,” I say, and my voice breaks on it. “Let me feel you.”

She shatters. Her walls clamp down on me so hard I lose my grip on everything, her body convulsing around my cock, her slick flooding around me. My hands grab her ass and pull her harder against me, burying myself as deep as I can go, and the rhythmic clench of her orgasm pulls mine out of me like a tide. I come with her name tearing out of me and my knot starts to swell.

It pulses at the base, stretching her wider and locking me inside her, each movement sending waves of sensation through both of us. Sophie cries out, her body arching, and the feeling of her tightening around my knot is the most intense thing I’ve ever felt.

“Finn—oh God—I can feel it⁠—”

“I know, sweetheart.” My hand slides up her back, holding her closer. “Feel me. I’m right here.”

Her arms wrap around my neck and she kisses me, her heart pounding against my chest.