“Do you need me to stop?” I say. Silently, I swear to God that I’ll stop if she asks me, even if it might kill us both if I do.
Brooklyn shakes her head. “No. Don’t stop, please. It feels…amazing.”
Her blue and brown eyes are glazed with lust. Her hips shift under mine, taking in more of my cock.
“Such a good girl,” I mutter. “You’re taking it so well. Just a little more, okay?”
“No, Denver. I want all of it. Please. I want it to hurt. I want to feel it.”
She cups my face in her hand. Like she’s the one taking care of me. The last remnants of my self-control shatter, and I sheath my cock inside her in one hard stroke. She clings to me, panting, the look on her gorgeous face one of pure satisfaction.
When I pull back just an inch, her fingers dig into my shoulders, like she’s afraid I’ll pull out and leave her. As if I ever would. Hell, if I could, I’d stay inside her sweet pussy forever. I shove right back in, the head of my cock pressing against her womb.
I want to fill her up. I want my child growing inside her.
Shit, where did that idea come from? I’ve never wanted kids before, barely even thought about the idea of them. Her hormones must be messing with me.
The next time I drive my cock into her, it’s hard and sharp. I start pistoning into her, stretching her, forcing her to take me in as fast as I can give it to her. Like I’m fucking away the thought of keeping her in any way. Trying to create some distance when she’s as intimately connected to me as she possibly could be.
Brooklyn takes me anyway. She meets me with every thrust. I must be hurting her with my rough rhythm, but she moans like she loves it.
I force my forearms under her knees, drawing up her legs so she’s taking me even deeper. The shift makes my knot press against her swollen clit, eliciting a high scream from her. I keep that angle, plunging into her so it rubs against her, driving her closer and closer to her release. Every muscle tenses while I try to hold myself at bay. I need her to come for me.
I slow my rhythm, shifting to long, smooth strokes. Her pussy trembles in response, and I can see in her face she’s close. Her full, rosy lips part, and her eyes clench shut.
“That’s it,” I tell her. “Come on, princess, let go. Come on my cock for me.”
She clenches tight around me, gasping as she falls over the edge. It’s all I can do to keep from following her down. I focus on her face, memorizing how she looks when she comes. The way her cheeks flush pink and her dark brows rise. Her chest rises as she breathes through it, and when it’s all over, her lips spread into a gorgeous smile.
I see that smile, and I know I’m a goner. I tried to keep my distance, but I failed. She has my heart in her tiny little hand, and all I can do is hope that she won’t squeeze until it bleeds.
When I release her legs, she wraps them around my waist, holding on tight as I rock into her. We’re both lost to how perfect it feels, how right. Like everything we’ve endured has been leading to this.
Time seems to slow in the moment before I shove my knot inside her. I know, if I do this, there’s no way it’ll be the end for me. How am I supposed to give this magnificent creature—this beautiful woman—this perfect Omega back to her family if I claim her here and now? No. I don’t think I could.
No.
I shouldn’t do this.
I can’t.
But I can’t stop.
I press in, and Brooklyn shrieks as her greedy pussy takes in my knot. Every cell in my body turns to fire, and my vision goes white as I come inside her. My cock pulses, releasing my seed in long, hot spurts.
Collapsing onto the sleeping bag, I roll to my back, pulling Brooklyn on top of me. Our breaths slow together and before I realize what’s happening, she’s rubbing her cheek against my chest, sighing softly as I purr for her.
TWENTY-ONE
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B R O O K L Y N
The rain stops sounding so heavy while Denver’s cock softens inside me. The harsh pounding reduces to a light pattering, and the light from the mouth of the cave has paled from charcoal to a soft gray.
I feel better now, too. The painful cramps vanished once I felt Denver’s knot inside me. His muscular body feels hot against me, telling me that my fever has started going down, too. My heat isn’t over, but thank God, it’s somewhat satiated. I almost feel like myself again.
I expected to be panicking by now. The heat clouded my thoughts, making me forget everything except how much I needed an Alpha. Now, my mind is free to obsess over everything else that’s gone wrong. My shelter, my home, probably burned in the wildfire. I don’t know how long I have to find contraceptives before the consequences of the past day take effect. Worst of all, I just gave Denver my word that I’d let him bring me back to my so-called family, where only pain and torture awaits.