Page 45 of Trick or Heat

“Holy f⁠—”

I start to roll my hips once more, testing out the way our bodies feel together. The slide of him against my walls leaves me breathless, every nerve ending lighting up in my body as I work myself over him.

He grits his teeth, his grip bruising. “Fuck, baby. You feel so good.”

His voice is hoarse, the deep sound of it doing things to my insides with every stolen whisper. He moves his hips, meeting me on each and every thrust.

“Your cock is perfect,” I moan against his lips.

He gives a sexy chuckle. “I might not have a knot, but I can fuck you however you want. Anywhere, anytime. My cock is yours to do with whatever you please.”

I pulse around him, stars dotting behind my eyes.

“Milk me dry, Elsie,” he says as he watches my face. One of his hands grips my breast while the other holds onto my hip. “I can feel how close you are. Come all over me. Let me feel it.”

His words send a spark of energy up my spine. My clit rubs over him, the feeling supercharging just as I fall. My body seizes as I cry out, the feeling so good that I black out. He comes inside me then, his own sound of pleasure flying free as his arms wrap around me, holding on tight.

It lasts so long that I almost forget that we aren’t knotted. We rut against each other, kissing and breathing each other in as the feeling subsides. When I pull back, his lips are swollen and his hair is as messy as it’s ever been. When we see how ridiculous we both look, we burst out in laughter.

“Fuck,” he says, his thumbs caressing down my sides.

I snort. “Fuck, indeed.”

A sexy and exasperated grunt escapes him. “I don’t want to pull out of you.”

I flex around him, loving the length of him. It’s perfect, just like I always imagined. “Maybe we can do some cockwarming later.”

He playfully scowls at me. “Don’t say things you don’t mean. I would live in this pussy if I could.”

“You may have some competition.”

Instead of acting disappointed, he just grins. “Bring it. Those alphas love competition. I’m happy to throw my dick into the mix.”

“Stop it,” I laugh.

“Never.” He kisses my forehead and pulls me close. “Give me a few more moments and then I’ll clean you up. I’m still soaking it all in.”

Securely wrapped in his arms, his heart beating by my ear in a steady hum, I feel whole for the first time in weeks.

TWENTY-ONE

“She’s on your left!”

I squeal as DJ’s voice rings out from behind the barrier, darting away as quickly as I can. Luckily for me, a family of five—two betas and their kids—move out from their hiding place at the last second and target the alphas. The sound of pretend shots echoes from their laser guns as I speed away to safety, panting as I finally get to an alcove where I can stop and assess the situation.

When the guys suggested laser tag, I was ecstatic. Not only has it been ages since I’ve done this, but it was one of our favorite things to do when Casey and I were growing up. In our hometown, there wasn’t a lot to do. We’d go to local football games, seasonal festivals, but the one thing that all the kids loved was laser tag. No matter how things were in school, every kid at laser tag was friends with everyone else. Until the end of the game, at least.

I turn around, looking around the corner, but then I feel fingertips on my hips, and I just barely retain the scream that wants to fly out. Casey’s chai scent alerts me to his presence, albeit too late, and I turn to scowl at him.

“Casey! You scared me!”

His lips are curved as he tries his best to keep his laughter quiet. “I thought you would know it’s me! You left me in the dust back there.”

I wince. “Sorry. They spotted me.”

“Good thing that family was thirsty for blood or they would have found me too.”

A laugh bubbles out of me. “They were rather eager, weren’t they?”