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The passion and the perfection of it all smashed into my walls like a battering ram, and the orgasm that ripped through me seemed to touch parts of me that had never been touched by pleasure before.
Could my heart orgasm? It felt like my heart was orgasming.
“It’s too much!” I rasped, panic gripping me by the throat.
“Shh, it’s okay. I’m right here.” Kit moved, now gripping both hands over my head, his body covering mine.Alpha. Safe. Strong. Mine. “Let it happen, Margot mine.”
Before the final waves of pleasure had washed through me, Kit was already sliding his cock through my slick, his fat tip brushing against my hypersensitive clit for a moment before he pushed into my fluttering pussy. He kept his thrusts shallow, a gentle, teasing rock against me, until I dug my heels into his lower back, wordlessly demanding more.
“Don’t tease,” I whispered, that strange mixture of desire and sharp emotion still warring for dominance in my heart and in my head. “I can’t stand it. Not today.”
“I’m not teasing,” Kit growled, a fierce sound that was all alpha possessiveness and made me melt. “You think I’m not holding on by a fucking thread right now? I’m just waiting for your permission.”
“You have it.”
“You going to take my knot?” he rasped, finally giving me his whole, perfect cock, the base already growing deliciously thick.
“Yes,” I all but sobbed, holding his hands tightly to keep myself anchored to this plane of existence. “I need it. I need your knot.”
Too honest. Too revealing. Keep those thoughts to yourself.
Except I couldn’t, and neither could Kit. For every mumbled plea I made for his knot, for his cum, forhim, he met me with one of his own.
“Give me that slick, Margot mine.”
“Come for me again, that’s it.”
And most dangerously…
“Show me that neck.”
“Don’t lose control,” I reminded him, a real frisson of fear running down my spine as he nosed at the unbroken skin at my throat. Fear forhim. I’d always assumed that if an alpha got carried away enough to bite me outside of my heat, then it was his own fault, and he deserved whatever came to him. But not with Kit. Never with Kit.
“I won’t,” he promised, pressing his lips chastely against my skin. “Not about to die and go somewhere you’re not.”
Fortunately, another orgasm crept up on me at that moment, ripping me apart from the inside, but I could at least pass off my tears as pleasure-induced rather than…
It didn’t bear thinking about.
He rolled us at the last moment, keeping me firmly draped on top of him as his knot swelled, locking us together. I hid my face against his chest, squeezing my eyes shut and focusing on the feeling of him filling me, stretching me,fittingme so fucking well.
“You didn’t even take your trousers off,” I wheezed, scrambling for safer ground.
Kit let out a low laugh, and I whimpered at the fresh wave of orgasms the movement set off. Knotting was sointense.
“And you didn’t take your dress off,” Kit pointed out. “We’re going to reek of each other when we walk out of here tomorrow.”
My face grew so hot, I was surprised he didn’t feel it through his shirt. The shirt that was probably ravaged by makeup stains by now.
“On second thoughts, I might have to run out and grab us some clean clothes,” he mused. “I don’t want to share your scent with anyone.”
“Probably a good idea,” I replied in a strained voice. “Since I smell like I’m going into heat.”
Kit growled, and my pussy convulsed around him. “Definitely getting you clean clothes.”
“I can’t hang around tomorrow. I’ve got my nana’s party, remember?”
“Of course, I remember. I’m coming with you. I’m very much looking forward to announcing to your whole family that I’m accompanying you into your nest.”
