38. Harrison

38

Harrison

I want to live right here between her legs, drinking her down. She tastes like heaven. Tart apples and spicy cinnamon, hot and juicy and so fucking delicious. I want to live off of her slick and her slick alone. I never want to leave, but Meggie is begging for my knot. And I can't refuse her anything she wants.

I kiss a path up her body to her mouth. She protests loudly. But I know what she needs. "Flip her."

With no effort at all, we manhandle her into a new position. On her hands and knees.

I want to savor her, cherish her, show her all that I've held back, but that's not what she needs right now. She's been tortured enough. We both have. She needs to be fucked and knotted. She's a begging, whimpering mess, pleading for a knot like her life depends on it.

"Ass up," I bark unintentionally.

"Careful," Dante warns.

For just a moment, fear grips me as tight as Meggie's pussy squeezed my fingers back in the van.

"We've got you," Ellis reassures.

I'm barely holding on, but his words ease my concerns about losing control. My pack mates have my back. I trust them. I pause for just a moment, letting them know with my gaze how much I appreciate them.

I have the brief thought that this should be uncomfortable. Being in this situation, naked with men I've never been attracted to, should be awkward. But it's not. I don't feel self-conscious or uneasy. I feel… supported.

A whine, and all my attention returns to Meggie. She's impossible to resist like this, presenting for her alpha like the good little omega she is, her face pressed to the bedding, her ass lifted so perfectly in the air. She wiggles, whimpers, whines. So wet, slick dripping down her thighs.

I position myself at her entrance and curse as she stretches for me, squeezing me so fucking tight. I watch in amazement as she takes me. One long thrust, and I groan, seated all the way to the base. Her muscles flutter around me, already contracting in a way that makes my head spin.

The edges of my vision are white with need. Lust tightens my balls. My skin prickles. I have just enough awareness to know I'm seconds away from going into a rut, something I never imagined being an issue for me before, but I never imagined anything feeling as perfect as this.

For the first time in my life, I let go of control and let my alpha instincts take over.

I grab my omega's hips and thrust hard and fast. Mine.

I pound her into the mattress. Mine.

My knot slams against her entrance over and over, swelling larger and larger.

The sounds she makes are obscene and drive me into a frenzy. My vision blurs, lost to everything but Meggie. Letting myself go, I fuck her hard and fast, like a feral beast. I fuck her right across the bed until she's hanging off. I'm vaguely aware of Dante holding her up by the shoulders and pushing her back into me. I grab her from him, banding my arms around her waist, holding her against me as I keep up my pace.

Mine. I tug her nipples.

Mine. I rub her clit.

Mine. I press on her lower stomach and feel my cock pushing back with each thrust. Gonna fill her so full. Fuck her. Breed her. Claim her.

She curses and shakes, fluttering, squeezing, coming so hard she sucks me right up into her. My knot pushes past any resistance, and I flood her. She locks me. But I'm not done. Nowhere near done.

I keep fucking, humping, rutting her with sharp, tight movements. Mine.

I make her come again and swell with pride. Mine.

Mine. Mine. Mine .

All I can see is Meggie. All I hear are her moans. All I smell is her sweet slick. I need more. Always more. Alpha. Omega. A never-ending cycle of pleasure.

She begs for my bite. Why haven't I bitten her already? She's mine. Mine. Mine.

She bares her throat for me. I bare my teeth, open my mouth, prepare to bite—

Strong arms jerk me away. Someone slaps my face. I snap my teeth. I need to bond her. Why are they stopping me? I fight and struggle, still knotted within her, but too far away from her. I need to feel her inside my soul. Need to bond.

Bond. Bond. Bond .

Something cold splashes over my face and drips down my hair. Water. Ice cold water. I sputter. Blinking. Coughing. I shake my head, clearing it of the fog. My vision returns. I take in my surroundings for the first time in I don't know how long. Dante and McQuinn are holding me back from Meggie, who's being gently held down by Nils and Ellis as she whimpers and writhes, trying to get closer to me.

Slowly, I realize I'm dripping wet and Meggie is shivering like she's been stuck out in the winter cold all night.

"What the fuck were you thinking?" My gaze swings to Oz, who's standing next to us, holding an empty bowl.

"I didn't know what else to do," Oz shrugs.

"We told you, we got your back." Ellis smiles as if this is a joke.

"She's freezing." I point at Nils. "Go find some more blankets." Pushing against Dante and McQuinn, they must decide I'm sober enough now because they let go of me. I pull Meggie into my arms and gently scoot us up to a dry spot on the bed. Curling around her, I whisper, "Are you okay?"

"Mmhmm." She sleepily snuggles into my hold and wiggles just enough for us both to feel the tightness of my knot inside her. "Perfect."

Dante tucks blankets over us, and Meggie quickly falls asleep, exhausted from the waves of emotions and hormones of her heat. Her skin is still burning hot, and I know this brief reprieve won't last long. For now, I savor the closeness of being knotted together, breathe in her scent, and relax. I've never knotted anyone before. I think I might like it even more than the sex. No, that's not true. But cuddling while knotted is pretty incredible.

Now that I'm more satiated and thinking clearly, I want to do more than fuck Meggie. I want to take care of her.

"We should order some food," I say, looking at the men scattered around the room. "Things it'll be easy to eat quickly or get her to eat in those moments when she's calm."

"Already on it." Nils holds up his phone. "Smoothies, wraps, nuts—"

"She'll definitely want to eat those," Oz laughs. Nils glares at him.

"She'll have to get in line." Ellis wriggles his eyebrows and eyes the bulge in Oz's Team USA sweatpants. "We're about to see Ozzy boy in action for the first time."

Oz flashes him a cocky grin. "Be prepared to take notes, chumps."

Dante lets out a groan and palms his own erection over his pants. "Stop with the sexual competition. Save it for Meggie." His gaze roams over our girl, her limbs tangled with mine. "Get some sports drinks, Nils. We're gonna need them."

When my knot goes down, and I slip out of Meggie, she instantly wakes and protests with a needy whine.

"Ready for more, little omega?" Dante asks, coming to stand beside the edge of the bed.

"Yes, alpha." She wiggles her ass in his direction as she crawls backwards and draws my cock into her mouth. She might kill me. But what a way to go.