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I loved how responsive she was to me, how her body was already rushing her toward an orgasm as I took my time playing with her breasts. It was downright amusing that she was getting this riled up from it.

But I was hardly one to talk.

“Keep clenching around my cock like that, mate, and I’ll be right behind you.” I grinned, burying my face into her skin, taking a pert nipple into my mouth and sucking like my damn life depended on it. I was pretty sure it did.

It had taken everything in me not to bite her when I knotted her. It was an all-encompassing and overwhelming desire, but I knew that wasn’t what she wanted right now, so I gritted my teeth and focused on making her feel good.

“How long have you been so neglected, my beautiful omega?” Summer whined, rolling her hips in an obvious bid for more sensation. “Hmm, such a needy girl.”

I jerked my hips upward, relishing the sharp squeak she let out. Summer’s head dropped back as I returned to suckling on her nipple, swirling my tongue around it as I picked up a rhythm beneath her. In and out, in and out. My knot swelled, stretching my mate around me.

“I can already tell you I am going to be fucking addicted to you, Summer.” The words came out on a growl, and the flaring fragrances of our combined scents reinforced just how much I meant that promise.

I squeezed her tits tighter, biting and lapping at her skin like I was a man starved for days. It felt like it. It felt like I’d been hungry forever, waiting for Summer to satisfy that ache and no one else.

“Please,” Summer whined, peeking at me through her long eyelashes, her cheeks flushed, eyes glassy, “don’t stop. I need you.”

She was so damn warm around me. It was all-consuming, and all I wanted to do was give her everything she asked for. I rocked harder into her but kept my strokes slow and shallow, given the knot buried inside her, allowing me to focus on devouring her perfect tits. My nerves were screaming, her generous slick helping me to sink somehow deeper into her pussy.

“Ugh! It’s so much.” She gripped my forearms tightly, digging her nails into my flesh.

“And you’re perfectly made for it, aren’t you?” I rolled her nipples between my fingers, watching goose bumps creep across her skin in response. “I want you to come for me, Summer. Flood me with your slick.”

“Yeeeesss…” It was a desperate hiss, her head falling back again, and I used one arm to hold her up, the other hand massaging her breasts as I ran my teeth along her nipple. “Your knot…It’s so good. I…Oh fuck, I⁠—”

Summer clamped down around me, and I didn’t let up, licking and pinching and giving her breasts everything I could. I wanted to feel her come, to know that she’d exploded for me because of my touch and knot alone.

And then she did.

“Marshall!” Summer’s voice echoed in the kitchen as she orgasmed hard, fisting my dick like a goddamn vise. Even though I had already come, she was milking my knot for every last fucking drop I had inside me.

“That’s it, baby. Come for me. Goddamn, you’re perfect.” I nuzzled into her breast as she pulsed around me, peppering my kisses over her skin before I bit down on that same mark. She surged even harder, tightening around my knot and demanding my release.

She gushed around me, so much slick on my cock, and fuck, she tasted fantastic. Everything about her was fantastic. I was on cloud fucking nine, emphasis on the fucking. The way Summer came for me was endless, the pressure in and around my knot growing until I couldn’t take it anymore and burst inside her, coating her with my cum once again.

I grunted, my face pressed to Summer’s skin. I emptied every last drop, coming so much and for so long that even I was impressed—and utterly drained afterward.

I was lightheaded as the world began to solidify around us. The sounds of our combined heavy breathing was so loud at first, my temples throbbing, and then I remembered where we were. Summer and I had just had sex at the kitchen table. Hell, I’d mostly knotted her while lavishing her breasts, and we’d both detonated because of it.

“Holy shit…” Summer sighed, pulling her head up from my shoulder to meet my eyes. “That was…”

“Intense. Good, don’t get me wrong. It was fucking amazing, but yeah. I definitely didn’t expect you to, umm…” I put a hand on the back of my head, rubbing my hair as I smiled like an idiot. “…jump me like that.”

“I suppose I did, huh? I can’t explain it. I woke up so restless and hot, and when you were close to me, I just…had to.”

That caught my attention, and I leaned back in the chair, lifting Summer’s chin as her stare fell downward. “What do you mean had to?”

“I’m not sure, I guess.” Summer’s skin still glowed, and as she sat back, she adjusted on my knot, making an electric sensation shoot through both of us, a moan escaping. “Ugh, oh. I forgot about that part,” she said, giggling slightly. “But yeah, it was like… Well, it was like…”

“Was it a heat spike?” I asked, my stomach sinking.

If it was the early stages of a heat, then she wasn’t fully in her right mind.

“Could it be?” she asked in a soft voice. “I’m taking all my suppressants, like normal, so I shouldn’t be having any heats or even heat-like symptoms.” Her voice was breathy, but there was no missing the anxiety threaded through her words.

“We happen to have an in-house pharmacist who knows everything about medications. No need to panic. We’ll figure this out.” I stroked my hands up and down Summer’s arms, and she began to relax.

Sagging forward, she rested her head on my chest. “Well, I’m definitely tired now.”