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I press my ass back in time with his thrusts, begging to take him deeper until he rolls me over onto my belly and fucks me from behind. From this angle, he’s deeper than before, pounding into me mercilessly, and I whine into the comforter with every thrust.
Ken growls, low and deep in his chest, as he picks up the pace, driving into me until I’m gasping.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I groan through gritted teeth, fisting the blankets to brace myself.
He pulls out and flips me over, kissing his way around my chest and up to my lips. His fingers tangle in my hair, which has almost completely escaped its ponytail, and he tugs affectionately as he buries his cock in me with another powerful thrust.
“I want you to come for me again,” he purrs, moving his hips slower this time. “I want to feel your tight pussy squeeze me until I fill you with cum.”
“Yes,” is the only thing my brain spits out as heat curls in my middle. “Harder. Fuck me harder.”
He does, slamming into me with so much force, I cry out before he cuts off the noise by pressing his mouth to mine. A fevered haze washes over my thoughts again, despite my attempts to keep my mind clear, and I can feel a climax creeping closer. It’s building, swelling, until I’m on the brink of explosion.
“Come on my cock, Bailey,” Ken demands, his voice gruff.
His words have me coming undone a second later, my pussy clamping down on him as he fucks me through it. I whine, the muscle spasms sending jolts of pleasure through every one of my nerve endings.
Ken’s knot slips inside, locking into place again as his cock twitches and he comes in sync with me. His groans hit my ear, followed by another low growl, and I come even harder, my muscles coiling around his knot.
Then, I’m spent again, drifting to sleep beside Ken once more.
nine
KENNETH
I quickly lose track of time, the hours fading into days, my only concern being keeping Bailey comfortable through her heat. Most omegas have a pack of alphas to sate their need. They can take turns so there aren’t as many breaks, but I give her my undivided attention.
I give her every part of me–mouth, fingers, cock, knot–as often as she needs them. I fuck her exactly how she wants, never rushing, savoring every second of her pining and begging for my cock. I fuck her, knot her, and make her shatter countless times, only to do it all over again shortly after.
It’s so fucking sexy.
I take pride in knowing I’m the last alpha–theonlyalpha–who will ever see her this way.
When her heat finally breaks, the surfing contest has already started. I could possibly hightail it across town and make it in time, but I don’t want to.
I want to stay here with Bailey and make sure she doesn’t need anything else. More than that, I want to stay here with her because the bond tethering us together is so strong, I don’t know if I could endure being that far away from her.
Leaving her a small plate of snacks and water on the bedside table, I sneak downstairs to familiarize myself with the penthouse. Even if everything wasn’t a shade of pink, it would still be a stunning home, way more than what I have back in Florida.I doubt she’d want to move there to be with me.
She has her entire life here in Malibu, and all I have back home is surfing…
It would make way more sense for me to relocate, but then what? Would I live here? Rent something nearby?
I don’t know.
I’m not even sure why these thoughts are occupying my mind. Shouldn’t I be more worried about taking her on a second date? Buying her dinner? Not planning a cross-country move to be with her.
I should be thinking rationally, but I don’t. I can’t. The only thing I know for sure is that I’m not leaving my mate while I head to the opposite side of the country.That’s definitely not happening.
“Ken.” Bailey’s voice floats down the stairs, and I hurry back to her room. She’s curled up in the fetal position, a blanket drawn up to her chin, and I immediately climb up next to her.
“What’s wrong?” I ask, pulling her into me. Her skin is no longer scorching like it was during her heat, and I can tell she’s exhausted. The sweet smell of vanilla buttercream hits my nose, assaulting my senses as I breathe her in, and it puts me more at ease. “Are you okay?”
She nods. “You just weren’t here. I thought, maybe…”
“I’m not leaving,” I assure her, tilting her chin to press my lips against hers. “I told you, I’m right here.”
“I thought you might have gone to practice for the competition,” she says, her voice soft. Her eyes flutter closed as her head lies on my chest, and I brush her hair away from her face.
