Page 101 of A Nest of Maple & Mist

Nails dug into my hips. There’d be bruises there in the morning. Or at least I hoped there would be.

Too fucking slowly, Shane pushed inside, stretching me around his cock, inch by agonizing inch. I released a keening cry, trying and failing to fuck myself on Shane’s cock.

“I thought you wanted to be good,” Shane said, pressing a forearm between my shoulder blades and forcing my face into the cold ground.

“Please. Please, Shane. Alpha.”

“Only because you’re so pretty when you beg.”

My eyes rolled back. Shane sank in again, filling me to the hilt. His half-inflated knot pressed against my hole. And, not for the first time, I wished he could knot me without tearing me apart.

Some female betas could take a knot, but I’d never heard of a male beta being able to.

Colors blurred as Shane fucked me. He rocked into me, each thrust harder and deeper than the last.

“Fuck you feel so good, squeezing my cock.”

He covered my back with his chest, a thin sheen of sweat between us. Teeth grazed my collarbone as he curled his fingers around my cock. Shit. That’s it. I was done for.

“Shane. Please. Can I come?”

“Come for me, my Mate. Coat my fist as I fill you.”

His cock hit the perfect spot inside me. My balls tightened and heat sizzled from my spine to my dick. I came, crying out as jets of cum spurted from my spasming cock. Shane snarled, snapping his hips at a punishing pace until hot ropes of his seed filled me.

One of our cells went off, rattling against a rock.

Shane let out a frustrated snarl against the nape of my neck, his teeth grazing my skin as his body shuddered with the force of his release.

The phone didn’t stop.

“Fuck.”

Reluctantly, Shane slid out of me, his cum leaking from my hole and down my thighs. I collapsed onto the ground, too tired to hold myself up any longer. I couldn’t make out any of what Shane said.

He ended the call, tugging on his boxers and jeans before putting his phone into the pocket. My brows pinched. Shane wasn’t one to rush. He enjoyed the afterglow and a good cuddle. I sat up, my expression twisted as I followed his movements.

“Mia’s in heat. We have to go, handsome.”

Worry stirred in my belly. Worry for Mia. Insecurity quickly eclipsed the worry, and I feared I wouldn’t be enough for her omega.

In her heat, Mia would need knots to sate her. They were the anchor, the only things that could keep her sane. I could love her, I could hold her, but I couldn’t give her what her omega needed.

My face fell into my hands.

“I won’t be enough. I don’t have a knot, Shane. She won’t want me there.”

Shane’s boot appeared in my field of vision. Before I could look up, he reached down, hauling me to my feet. Hands smoothed over my arms, and he held me close.

“Look at me, Ty.”

Powerless against him, I found his gaze. Warmth, desire, and pride illuminated his dark eyes. My insides melted, chasing away the self-doubt that waited to belittle me.

“You will always be enough, Ty. To us. To Mia. Do you remember what she said at the festival?”

“Shane it d⁠—”

“Don’t. She wants you. You. Ty. She wants to bond you. And the only way you could disappoint her is by not being there for her during her heat. Jason told me she’s crying out for me and you. Are you going to abandon her?”