Page 13 of Packing for Vacation

“You’re meant to listen to your omega,” I practically growl, tugging at his hair. “Eat me later, I need your knot first.”

He moves suddenly, until his arms are on either side of my head and his lips are pressed to my ear. “Is that what you are?” His voice is a low rumble. “Mine?”

“I’m your scent match.”

He sucks on my neck hard enough to leave a bruise, and all I can do is bury my hands in his thick hair to hold him in place, the word yes echoing in my head to the rhythm of my pounding pulse. I want him to leave a mark. Mine. His. When he finally, finally touches me where I need him most I cry out, my legs falling open further for him.

“Oh, fuck, please,” I babble as his finger circles my entrance and then my clit in a purposeful tease, and I can’t stop myself from bucking against his hand.

He chuckles, lips brushing my cheek. “Needy omega. Better?”

Better is two fingers buried inside me and his thumb firmly on my clit. “Yes,” I moan, too in the moment to care about the noises I’m making. He adds a third finger, and the stretch is so damn good.

I’m close, and he knows it too, never faltering from his even pace, even as he kisses me again. I whine against his mouth, desperate, and he growls, biting at my lower lip.

“Come for your alpha.”

That’s all it takes, the omega in me always a good girl willing to follow her alpha’s orders. I come with a deep groan and a gush of slick, clenching around his fingers, waves of pleasure so good that it leaves my ears ringing, but it subsides too quickly. I must make a noise, because he hums in my ear.

“You need a knot, don’t you babe?”

I nod, momentarily incapable of speech. He rises to his knees between my legs, oh so casually lifting his slick-soaked hand to his lips, his eyes fluttering closed as he sucks his fingers clean. “Shit,” he says with a sigh.

“Bad?”

“No. Too fucking good. Are you going to let me have a proper taste?”

I shake my head. “I need you in me. Now.”

There’s that easygoing smile again. “You’re the boss.”

He slides the head of his cock through my slick folds, teasing my clit until I make a frustrated sound because it’s too good and not enough all at the same time. The elation I feel at the first thick press of him at my entrance turns to desperation when he stills, just the tip inside me, his hands holding my spread legs in a firm grip. It’s a casual kind of dominance that’s both sexy and infuriating, and I’m about to accuse him of being a cruel tease when he reaches forward, tugging the cups of my bra down so that my breasts spill free.

I’ve never been so turned on in my life, and from the look of it, neither has he.

“What are you thinking?” I dare to ask.

He shakes his head. Licks his lips. His gaze makes a very slow path down my body to where we are joined and back up again, until he’s looking me in the eye. “That I want—that I need—to remember this moment.”

And because this is all so much so soon, because he is so good in every way possible, all I’m brave enough to say to that is “Fuck me, Matiu.”

“Like this?” His hips rock ever so slightly, and his grin grows even wider.

“Matiu,” I growl, and he laughs, thrusting in all the way to the edge of his knot with one easy glide that leaves me wheezing.

“Like that?”

“Just like that.” This is what I’ve been dying for since the moment I met him. Nothing else satisfies the ache like an alpha’s cock. “Please.”

Something passes briefly behind his eyes—a tiny micro expression I can’t make sense of—and then he’s setting a pace that brings me right back to the edge of another orgasm. His fingers dig into the flesh of my hips, gripping me tight, and I love the sudden urgency of it all. He’s so sexy, all alpha muscle, the heat of the day evident in the way sweat glistens on his skin as he moves.

The room fills with the sound of our slapping flesh. I love the feel of his swollen knot hitting my pussy with every thrust, a promise of what’s to come. I reach for him, pulling him atop me, needing his body against mine, needing to be coated in his scent. In this position he’s able to grind into me, knot against my clit, and I come, mouth open and breath hitching, his teeth on my neck heightening the experience.

Bite me, my omega begs me to say. Bite me, bond me, love me.

It’s too soon for any of that. I push my hips up, fucking him as best as I can from this position, raking my nails down his back, feeling more than a little feral. “Are you close to a rut, alpha?”

The growl in my ear confirms it. “Don’t even say it.”