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Lincoln’s expression blanks for a moment. “Do I pass the inspection? Even without a knot?”
All Betas have the same insecurity.
They’re taught that they’re not enough. In fact, that they’ll never be enough for an Omega because they don’t have a knot.
Omegas need an Alpha’s knot, during their heats. But Lincoln is creative with how he brings me pleasure, and more than that, he’s shown me friendship and love his entire life.
Nothing is deeper than that.
I don’t know if I believe in the ancient legend of fated mates but I do believe in our Omega and Beta bond.
“Top marks,” I breathe. “It looks incredible.”
Lincoln’s dick hardens under my heated gaze.
Then he slips his hands to my waist and begins to unbutton my trousers underneath the apron. “Okay?”
“So okay.”
He yanks down my trousers and panties. “Tell me that you’re my fated.”
“I’m your fated, Link. We’re each other’s, forever.”
Lincoln’s muscles bulge, as he grabs me around the hips and lifts me up to sit on the counter.
“Hey,” I protest. “I’m going to make an ass impression in the flour.”
Lincoln sucks down my neck, and I shiver. “And my cock’s going to make you scream. This piercing is all for your pleasure. It’s going to rub inside you in a way that’ll make you never miss a knot again.”
He moves back for a moment, sheathing his dick. He rubs across the head of his dick and the piercing, shuddering.
I grip him by the chin and force him to meet my gaze. “I never did. I only want you, my gargoyle. Now, fuck me like we’re bonded.”
“We are,” he whispers.
He drops his hands to my hips, dragging me onto his cock with one hard thrust.
I gasp, looping my arms over Lincoln’s neck and wrapping my legs around his waist, needing something to anchor myself.
“Harder,” I say.
This is perfect.
It’s everything.
I’ve never felt anything like this.
Lincoln pistons forward, savagely.
We both groan.
Then he’s pounding into me.
The breath is knocked out of me in small puffs.
Lincoln buries his head on my shoulder; his wavy hair brushes my neck. He tightens his hold on me, chanting my name on each thrust.
The sensation is overwhelming.
