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“You need it. Don’t you, baby girl?” War coos, running a hand over the back of her head. It puts it right near my face as he flips me off. “Tell your alpha to knot you, or I’ll take over. She’s perfuming, asshole. Do your job and knot your omega.”
I really liked being able to thrust, but her grinding on my knot will work too. I slam the slightly swollen appendage inside her, and the pressure from this position takes my breath away.
“Oh fuck,” I groan into her neck as my knot starts to swell. “I love your pussy. It’s so perfect. Actually, I just really fucking love you.” My balls slap against her skin as I plow as far as I can go. “The pressure of your cunt wrapped around me is unlike anything else in the world.”
She moans, chasing her release as she grinds as much as she can. “Harder, rut me harder!”
My hand wraps around her shoulder as I fuck up into her as much as I can. My vision goes spotty as her cunt locks down. My balls get tight, aching for the release that’s right there.
“Shh, you can handle that when you’re done,” Warrick says.
My eyes pop open as she moans and begs through her orgasm. He pulled free of her mouth, and he’s got a hand between her and the bed. He’s working her clit, which is good, because I was preoccupied.
Fire licks up my spine.
My head falls against hers as I rut into her like a mindless beast. They’re shallow strokes, but the friction makes my knot pulse as my cock swells.
I growl, emptying as deep as I can get.
“You’re so goddamn perfect. Our perfect, sweet omega.” I don’t know how much is coherent. “I love you so fucking much. You’re such a good girl. Work my cock, Tinsel. Soak up every drop. I’m going to be spilling out of your tight little cunt all night long.”
“More,” she whines. The sound triggers every impulse in my system. Even though I’m still recovering from blowing my load, I can’t deny her anything. I growl, fucking her deeper, and I’m pretty sure I slip into a mild version of rut.
“Damn, someone warn a man next time,” Ramsey says, coming into the room. “I was talking to our mother. No man should ever be forced to finish a conversation with hisverychatty mom with a hard-on.”
Warrick snorts.
“I had to take the call off speakerphone—that’s how loud you were screaming, shortcake.” Ramsey chuckles.
I’m too lost to the sensations flooding the bond from Tinley to process anything but her need to be fucked. My mouth falls to my bond mark, and I lick over it, sending her all my love and carnal attraction.
ChapterTwenty-Five
Tinley
There’s a jolly skip to my step as I bounce around in front of the stage, taking pictures of the guys as they practice. Their final show before the break is tonight. My entire body wobbles with butterflies at the thought of settling in one place.
I can’t even lie; I’m extremely nervous to see Ramsey and Warrick’s house. Their family will be right down the street, and they’ve both made it clear there will be no holding their mother back from coming to make introductions. I’m optimistic but terrified at the same time.
They’ll be my in-laws for life. I drag my Converse against the rug, shaking my head as I stare at my feet. I’m not embarrassed we bonded so quickly. My parents didn’t know each other an entire month before the first claiming bite. Things move lightning-fast when pheromones are involved.
But I’m not even truly an omega.
What if they’re upset and worry I’ll never be able to give them grandchildren?
What if they think I trapped their sons into bonding me? God, I’m so lucky to know Fitz’s family will be in my corner, no matter what. My parents’ pack is amazing too.
I don’t know why I’m psyching myself out so hard, but my stomach aches at the thought of them disliking me.
Fitz and Warrick were gone for most of the morning. They swore they wouldn’t go Christmas shopping without me, but I’m starting to panic a little. I have four new parents to purchase for and a very limited part-time photographer budget to make that happen.
I toss myself down in one of the front row seats and get back to work. The other half of my income from this job comes once it’s complete, which means I need to stop stressing about my personal life and focus on being a professional.
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The skirt of my dress flies out as I pace the hallway. Warrick is ten feet away talking to Gavin, Northern Star’s manager, and someone else I don’t recognize. My eyes dart from him to the curve I know leads to the ladies’ room. It’s not his fault they approached him after he said he’d come with me, but I really need to use the bathroom. My stomach has been hurting all afternoon, and the crampy feeling that comes right before my period starts is out in full force.
That would be a crappy gift for our first Christmas together. My legs cross as I bounce on my knees, clutching my thighs together. I’ve got my camera in my hand, and I grab a couple of quick pictures to distract myself.