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He sucked on his fingers. “Hmm… you too.”
“Goddess, you are perfect. No one else, Trix.” He kissed my head. “Never again, omega. Don’t ever leave me again.”
It was the closest either of them had come to mentioning what had happened.
“Never, alpha.” I promised, desperate for it to be true.
He settled me against him, and I fell asleep to the sound of his purr.
“Spend time with her. It has been a week since… You need some time alone with her,” Jack whispered. Did they know I was awake? “She… She can take it.”
I heard him leave us. Me and the silver alpha, whose scent filled the room, alerting me to his presence better than the hard cock gently rubbing against my thigh.
Pax’s hand felt hot and dry on my back. Following his hand was his mouth, soft biting kisses along my spine.
“Wake up, little Vixen…”
“I’m awake,” I said, pitching my voice in hopes that he thought I was only just waking up. I rolled on to my good side.
“Can’t knot you,” my silver cold alpha whispered against my skin. “Can’t fuck you how I want to.”
A whimper escaped my lips as a pair of hands ghosted up my side, carefully avoiding the bandaged injury to cup my breasts. “Alpha.”
“I’m going to though…”
I gasped. Part in shock that Pax wouldn’t listen to the doctor, who’d been insistent with each visit for there to be no knotting, but also at the way he sucked on his bite. They’d both worried it with kisses and bites and sucking so that it hadn’t had time to heal properly. That at least the doctor approved of, for I was healing faster for it.
I arched into him, desperate for the knot he promised me.
“Pax… Please.”
He rolled me onto my stomach, shifting a pillow under me, canting my hips up.
“Perhaps I won’t knot you…” Pax’s words were part purr, part growl. I moaned, desperate for the knot he thought to deny me. He squeezed my thick thighs together, and his fingers sunk deep into my soft flesh. “Love these dimples on your thighs, Vixen. Never lose a pound. Need a woman, an omega, soft and curvy. Going to fuck these thighs. Maybe if you are good, I’ll fuck your quim but first I’m going to fuck your thighs.”
“Pax…” I whimpered. “Less talk, more friction.”
“If the lady insists.” He eased me up to my knees, my thighs still clamped together by his, and a strong hand wrapped around my neck, pinning my face into the nest. The other delved between my slick folds. His fingers rubbed hard and sure, but always easing the pressure when he came near my clit. I whined, begged, pleaded for him to give me more. “You beg so beautifully. I could listen to you beg all day.”
“Please,” I gasped. “I’ll do whatever you want. I’ll be good. Whatever you want! Please, just let me come.”
“Oh, little Vixen. Don’t make promises you can’t keep. Now I want to hear you make those noises while you come all over my fingers.”
My body shook with the force of my orgasm.
“Good omega,” Pax groaned into my ear. His thick cock thrust between my thighs, which were wet with slick. Each snap of his hips caused a little jolt to my wound. I should have told him, but the sweet bite of pain played a descant to the sinful way he played with my body. I revelled in every sensation. “Should have done this the first time we met. Shouldn’t have been gentle. Should have fucked you, mated you on that marble floor. Brought you home to Jack, and we’d have been doing this for a year. Missed. Fuck. I’m going to fill you with cum. Going to make you burst full of cum. Jack too. You’ll be… Fuck. Can’t knot you.”
His hard cock grew bigger between my thighs, and his knot dragging in a way that made me wild. I could feel the entire length of his cock along my quim, sweeping up and nudging against my clit. But he did not enter, did not allow me to feel the stretch of his cock or knot. God, I needed his knot. How could knotting me be wrong? “Pax!”
“What?” He grunted. “So close… Goddess…”
“I need you inside me.”
He cursed. Easing me back down on to my stomach, he tilted my hips and thrust to hilt in one sure movement. I made a sound of pure ecstasy, finally feeling complete. He followed, pulsing deep inside of me, his cum filling me up and leaking out because there was no knot to keep it in. For a moment, I feared he would roll off me. No. Not my mate. He allowed his weight to pin me in my nest, his face buried in my hair, his purr reverberating through my body.
We lay like that for who knew how long. Luxuriating in the closeness only possible after the exchange of pleasure so great that both are rendered speechless. But all good things must end. He eased off me, a hand going between my thighs to smear his cum up from my opening and over the roundness of my ass.
“Goddess, that is beautiful,” Pax groaned. “Going to make you messy with cum. Jack. When he gets back, he’ll add his seed, and you will be overflowing with your mates’ cum. Your body is bountiful in all its manifestations. But you lying in this nest you made for us? Covered in the evidence of our passion? You are a paradise made flesh.”
