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“What’s that, sweetheart?” he growls, pulling me up with a handful of my hair. My back falls against his chest as he scrapes his teeth over my shoulder. He slides the hand not in my hair down to work my clit while his arm keeps me in place.
“Fitz,” I sob. “Bite me, please!”
“You can’t beg like that unless you mean it.” He nuzzles his cheek to mine, grinding as much as he can, considering the position. “I’ve wanted you for too long to hesitate.”
His knot brushes my opening. He doesn’t slam it inside, but I shake, begging him to. “Knot me, please. Bite me now!” Everything is hazy and intense, but not to the point where I don’t know what I’m demanding.
“I sure hope you know what you’re asking for,” he says as I explode. My pussy milks his cock in waves that make my knees weak. He’s so hard, and he only grows stiffer and thicker as I come. His tongue teases over my throat while he pinches my clit. If he wasn’t holding me up, I would have face-planted into the couch. The bite of pain that comes when his teeth dig into my neck makes me gush all over him. It’s embarrassing how slick I am, but the thought fades away as Fitz slides into my senses. He pulses inside me as he rides out his orgasm and licks over the bite. I’m oversensitive to the point my body shakes with violent trembles. “Are you okay?” His warm breath fans over my skin as he continues to nurse the bite.
His concern, love, and utter excitement make my chest feel tight.
My hand tightens on his as he holds me up, and I nod frantically.
“I’m so good.” Tears spring to my eyes. I’ve never felt this type of connection before. I can’t be sure how many of my feelings or thoughts he’s picking up, but I twist my head, catching his eyes. “I love you.” I hope he knows I mean real love, not the friendly kind.
“I’ve got you, sweetheart,” he chokes out, squeezing me tight. “You know I love you with my whole goddamn heart.” He slams his knot inside me, and it swells, locking us together. All the air seems to evaporate from my lungs as I gasp. Oh crap, that’s a whole different kind of connection. I’ve never been knotted before. It fills my entire body with a warm, fuzzy feeling that I think is some biological response. His knot pulses as it pushes against me from the inside out, and my chest flames. “Wow, yeah. That’s a lot. Shit…” he continues to ramble.
My lips roll together as I try to keep from sobbing. I’m actually really freaking happy. I think it’s a mixture of both of our emotions and the connection that comes from being knotted. My eyes ache, but crying during our first time together seems embarrassing—even for me.
“Grind,” I beg, shoving my butt back against his pelvis. “I need more.”
He complies, and the dragging stretch of his knot moving sends pleasure zipping through my system.
“You’re literally stuck with me for life,” Fitz says as he licks over his bite. The haze of both of our pheromones fills the air as he ruts as much as the position will allow, and that’s the last coherent thought I have for at least half an hour.
* * *
The bond is a link directly to Fitz’s emotions. I don’t get thoughts, exactly. It’s hard to explain, but it feels more like impressions or mild instructions.
We’re escorted to the hotel by two of the label security guys. They do a sweep of our room before leaving us with the keys. It’s a whole different level of precautions than they’ve taken before. All of our bags are piled up by the door, but Ramsey and Warrick aren’t back yet.
Fitz pulls me close to his chest, grinning like a fiend. “How about a shower?”
“I could probably handle that,” I agree, smiling back. He scoops me up, carrying me like a bride. I giggle like a total goofball. “I love you. You know that, right?”
“Yeah, sweetheart,” he says, his voice filled with emotion. “I can feel it.”
ChapterTwenty
Warrick
As a kid, I didn’t think it was strange that my parents all slept in one pack bedroom. As an adult, I’ve had major doubts about whether I’d ever want to sleep in one big puppy pile with a bunch of other guys. I like my personal space, and I’ve never been so drawn to a woman that I couldn’t imagine not sleeping next to her every night.
After spending a restless night tossing and turning, I start to rethink my stance on pack bedrooms. Sure, I might have to sleep next to Fitz or Ram every second night, but if I plan things properly, I might be able to train my darling little omega to sleep right on top of me. That way, those two fuckers can have either side.
I sigh, shaking my head. Who knew one little woman could change everything? I can’t even bring myself to care. The elation I experience when I see her adorable face guarantees I’m totally fucked. Not that it’s a bad thing. I determine that during my second hour in the gym.
By the time I make it back to the suite, I’m sweaty and exhausted. I should’ve hit the gym before bed. Maybe then I could’ve actually slept. I’m just finishing up ordering room service for breakfast when Tinley pops out of the bedroom she shared with Fitz last night.
Her hair is in two French braids, but little wavy pieces fell out while she slept. She’s rumpled and sleepy looking, but a wide smile breaks out when she spots me. She meanders over, dragging her toes on the carpet.
I quirk an eyebrow, stretching out an arm, and she runs into it. The suite doesn’t have a full kitchen, but it does have a small counter. I lift her, setting her down on it.
“How’d you sleep?”
“G-Good.” She wraps her fingers in my sweaty shirt. “I have something to tell you.”
She’s so damn pretty, I bend, giving her a thorough kiss good morning.
