Chapter 19

Chapter Nineteen

Gunner

B rooklyn stares up at me with her big hazel eyes glassy and hooded. Her chest rises and falls rapidly, and even without directly staring at her tits, it's clear how hard her nipples are as they poke through the thin cotton dress that she's wearing.

My palm cradles her cheek as I thumb her lower lip. She's burning my skin, but I meant what I said.

She has to tell me what she needs. I'm not making any assumptions.

Her hips wiggle from side to side.

I try to keep the smug look to a minimum when she shoves her pussy against my jeans and continues to shimmy over my thigh.

The scent of her arousal makes my nose twitch.

Fuck me .

I'd like to bury my face in her cunt and devour her whole.

My fucking cock jumps, thickening as she rubs against my thigh, right below where it meets my pelvis.

It would be much more enjoyable if she was grinding over my bare cock that way.

"All you have to do is tell me it's okay to touch you."

Her eyes fall shut as her teeth dig into her lower lip.

She gives a shaky nod.

Her cheek is still burning my palm, but I bring my other hand to trail from her waist to her hip.

"Sorry, gorgeous. I'm going to need verbal consent in this case."

"Yeah," she whispers, nodding. "You have permission. Just touch me. I'm burning alive."

"Let's see if we can help soothe that ache." My fingers dig into the hair at the base of her skull, tilting her face up.

I tease my lips over hers, but she hungrily attacks my mouth.

I'd chuckle at how enthusiastic she seems, but I'm alarmed at how her skin burns mine.

My eyes fall shut, and I give in to the urge to lose myself in her kiss. The scent of her arousal is everywhere. It doesn't help my composure a bit that she claws at the button on my jeans while grinding against my thigh with no shame.

Our arms bump as I work my hand from her hip lower toward her core.

I get that she's pregnant. I heard what Maverick said and got a pretty solid view of it while she knelt on the bed, fluffing the pillows. But getting to feel it for myself is an entirely different story.

Only when Brooklyn's warm fingertips tease down my pelvis do I realize she's already unzipped my jeans. She wraps her hand around my cock, and—fuck. That's going to be a problem with how jacked up my system is. I was planning to make her come a bunch of times and let her get a little skin-on-skin contact to help her soak up my pheromones faster.

She squeezes the fuck out of my shaft, and I growl.

"You're rushing things, gorgeous," I murmur, trying to keep my shit together.

"I ache." She circles my crown with her thumb. "If you're not going to seal the deal, then maybe I should call Maverick in here."

My hand lowers from cradling her stomach to under the fabric of her dress to slap her pussy.

Doesn't she understand how dangerous it is to taunt a half-feral alpha?

Apparently not.

Brooklyn gasps, but it doesn't deter her actions. She uses the back of her hand to shove my jeans farther apart while still jerking me with her fingers.

I'm not in much better shape.

Touching her slick cunt only spurs me on. I grab her pussy as she dives for my mouth once more. I don't even know when I opened my eyes, but the edges of my vision are hazy.

That's also a problem.

She tugs my shaft completely free of my jeans as I get myself together. My hands fall to her hips, lifting her. She immediately wraps her legs around my ass, shoving my jeans down as I try to walk us to the bed.

Her hand lands in my hair as the other works my dick. Walking with one's jeans around one's ankles is not easy when carrying precious cargo.

I shuffle along, trying to keep us upright and myself from being completely lost to the fog.

Brooklyn rakes my crown through her slick, and a snarl bubbles out of my chest. I know I'm good. We have full checkups after every mission. Our jobs can get messy, and we have contact with bodily fluids at times.

They're never as enjoyable as the type currently dripping all over my cock, but the urge to spank her fucking ass for not checking with me first is strong.

Brooklyn whines, shoving herself down my length.

Luckily, the bed comes into view because my knees wobble as her warm heat stretches around my crown. I tug her dress off over her head, tossing it aside before kicking out of my jeans.

Thank fuck I lost my socks when I took off my boots. Otherwise, I'd be the dumbass in socks the first time I get to claim my omega.

Tightening my hold on Brooklyn's back, I lower her to the mattress.

"No. Deeper," she hisses, clawing at my ass. "Please, Gunner."

"I'm trying here, gorgeous," I growl. "Is it safe for you to be on your back?"

"Knot me!" Her commanding tone almost has me slamming home, but I shake my head.

It doesn't force away the fog completely, but it does remind me she's growing a human being, and I don't want to fuck anything up by getting lost to the pheromone haze.

I climb over her leg, tossing myself down on the mattress.

"Gunner," she gasps.

"If you want my knot, then take it." I'm not expecting her to pounce.

For having a pretty significant baby belly, she moves swiftly. Her heavy tits end up on my pelvis, but rather than scooting up, she slides down.

I sit up in a crunch, trying to grab her arms.

"What are you doing?" I groan as her tongue wraps around my crown. "I thought you wanted me to knot you."

She smiles around my length as her hair tickles my legs and lower stomach. "I did. I do. I need your cum, and my instincts said this was the way to go."

Her wet tongue feels like heaven gliding up and down my shaft, but her arms burn my thighs.

"Brooklyn," I growl, burying my hand in her hair at the base of her skull. "You're supposed to be riding me." It's very hard to keep focused on her well-being when my instincts want me to toss her down and rut into her over and over again.

Hell, maybe that is my system telling me what she needs.

No, that's feral-alpha logic.

I can taste her apple pie scent just from breathing in the air.

She cups my knot, applying the pressure it craves. It's nearly impossible to keep from shoving her deeper down my throbbing shaft.

"Come on up here." I grunt, pulling her off my cock. It lands against my lower stomach as I bend forward to grab her hip with my free hand. "You're too fucking good at that. I wasn't going to last."

"Alphas don't have a refractory period when omega pheromones are involved." She slides up my thighs with her neck arched because of my hold in her hair.

My dick jumps, dribbling all over my lower stomach as I get a good look at her fully undressed. Her nipples are tight on her heavy tits, but it's the baby belly I seem to have an unhealthy fascination with.

I can honestly say I've never had a pregnancy kink, in my life , but seeing her rounded stomach sure does seem to do it for me.

"All right, gorgeous," I say, trying to get the important shit out of the way. "You failed to ask, but I'm going to tell you, anyway. Maverick and I get checkups after each mission. We're both negative, and I hope you understand how seriously I take fucking without a condom."

Her eyes are glazed, and her arm flies to cradle her lower stomach. "Gunner, I feel like I'm burning alive."

"Climb on, dirty girl. We need to get your fever down."

Omegas have a similar body temperature to alphas and betas, except when they're in heat.

Heats pause at conception.

I'm actually more concerned for the baby than I am for Brooklyn. Her body can handle days of sustained fevers, but I truly don't know if that applies to the baby.

I'd like to give nature more credit than that, but also…

All rational thought evaporates as she impales herself on my cock once more. Slick drips out around my length as her hands land on my stomach.

She rises and falls, but she doesn't get much more of my shaft inside her.

Her eyes pop open as her forehead wrinkles. "This is supposed to be easier."

I almost laugh at the look of indignation on her face, but I settle for lifting her and dropping her. "I'm not opposed to helping."

Her shoulders tremble as she curls toward me. "You're so hard. I love it. It's painful, but in a good way…" Whatever else she says gets lost in a moan.

I sit up until I'm vertical and capture her mouth to drink down her sounds. Her tight nipples brush my chest as she bounces on my cock. She pulls back to breathe, and I nudge her face to the side, so I can speak directly into her ear.

"Goddamn, Brooklyn. I've never felt anything like you. The way your cunt is wringing my cock…" I growl, my fingers digging into her ass as I help her fuck me. "You keep squeezing me like that, and this is going to be a dismal performance on my part."

Her face falls to my pec as she nods. "I'm okay with that. Your cum will help the cramps if I can't ever make it to your knot. Why did nature make your dick so ridiculous, anyway?"

She's very good for my self-confidence, even if she doesn't mean to be.

I pull her up, yanking her down with additional force. "Okay, so, gravity sucks today." Keeping my forearm under her ass, I move the other hand between us to work her clit.

She gets loud again, but luckily, her mouth is within reach.

I'm going to be soaked in the scent of her cunt, and that feels like a victory in and of itself. Her mouth falls open against mine as she gasps for breath.

It's clear she's close when she melts into my chest and starts to shiver.

"You're perfect. So tight and wet and all fucking mine . Come all over me." I speak directly into the shell of her ear, forcing her over my length as her core locks down. It gets almost painful but also really fucking enjoyable.

Brooklyn begs and rambles for my bite, but pleasure licks from my balls to my spine.

I have no hope of holding back my orgasm as I strum her clit, so I don't bother trying.

If I thought her scent was potent before, it becomes so thick my vision gets hazy. All I can process as reality is the look on her face as she claws at my chest.

She grinds over me as my cock kicks, but mostly, she begs, and it's muffled by my chest. Still, it's the most satisfying orgasm I've ever experienced.

Her naughty little tongue flicks over my shoulder as she wiggles her hips. "I still didn't get your knot."

She sounds so heartbroken that I chuckle.

"Hands and knees for me, gorgeous."

She doesn't move, so I lift her and place her down at my side.

"No, why?"

I roll up onto my knees and move behind her. "Because we're going to get you that knot you're craving so badly."

"Oh," she whispers, scrambling to twist until she's ass up. "I like this plan."

Her pussy peeks through, and seeing my cum dribble out has me acting without thought. I plant my knees on the outside of hers and slam deep .

She buries her face in the mattress as she moans. It muffles the sound enough that I'm not concerned with everyone in the living room.

Maverick will turn on the damn TV, if necessary.

Her cunt molds to my cock so perfectly, it's difficult to catch my breath. I'm not even sure it's safe to thrust with how snug she feels. My arms wrap around her, just below the baby belly and near her sternum, to pull her upright on her knees.

"That might be too much." She groans as her head thrashes.

"It's going to be perfect," I promise, kissing her cheek.

Staying buried as deep as I can get, without locking my knot inside her, I begin to work her clit. Her entire body trembles against my skin as she starts to gently bounce on her knees.

There's every possibility that I thrust up to meet her. My knot slides inside her opening, and we both freeze.

"I've never knotted anyone," I choke out as my vision gets so fuzzy, it's impossible to make out anything clearly. "Tell me you're okay…"

"Okay? I'm fantastic," she slurs.

I don't sound any more composed as my knot swells to lock us together.

She keeps grinding, and with her pheromones everywhere, time seems to lose all meaning.

I've never participated in a heat, but if this is a taste of what they're like… Well, it's no wonder alphas and omegas end them bonded.

The warmth that fills my chest as she wiggles on my knot is indescribable. It's a euphoria I've never experienced, and it has my inhibitions low.

My fingers brush her clit as I buck up into her. The palm of my other hand flattens on her stomach as my forearm holds her in place, resting in the indent of her hip.

"You're ruining me, Brooklyn. Feeling you use me…" My head shakes as I try to force away the fog. I'm unsuccessful. "It's so fucking hot. You're mine now, gorgeous. You get that, right? If you tried to run, I would hunt you down and bite your ass so fast, you'd have no chance to escape. Shit…" I sound like a feral alpha.

"I'm so close," she moans, curling forward, like she's having trouble staying upright, even with my assistance.

"You feel my crown bumping the bottom of your tight little cunt?" I pull her up, and once she's resting against my chest, I move her hair away from her right shoulder. "Do you like knowing you're fucking up my world? The way you're wringing my cock says you do. You like knowing you own me. Don't you, dirty girl?" My tongue flicks down her sweat-slicked neck. Apples and caramel explode in my senses.

"I'm there," Brooklyn sobs, her arm wrapping around mine as I hold her to me. "Bite me. Oh crap, yeah, I need you to bite me now… Please, Gunner?"

You know what you don't do if you're a feral alpha?

Bite a foggy omega.

Apparently, every ounce of intelligence I possess slithered away about the time my knot locked into place.

The whine in her tone has my teeth digging into the top of her shoulder before I can so much as continue to chastise myself.

Every gyration of her hips has my pleasure teetering closer, but the way her core convulses in waves sends me over the edge. Or maybe that's the way the bond explodes in my mind. Her scent is everywhere, but sensing it inside my consciousness takes my damn breath away.

Her pleasure slaps into me in the bond, and my knees wobble as I focus on trying to keep both of us upright.

It's intense.

My instincts scream to trap her to the mattress and rut her full of my cum, over and over.

I do manage to hold back from that for the baby, but I come, rambling thoughts of breeding her…

Which makes exactly zero sense.

Being an alpha is complicated at the best of times.