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Her usually sharp toffee-brown eyes that missed nothing were hazy and unfocused, though they kept returning to me as if to assure herself that I was still here.
I groaned at the scent of her nest, pushing the button to close the electronic door behind me.Fuck.The pure, unadulteratedMargotof this room nearly had me falling to my knees. She didn’t have time for the intense revelation I was experiencing though. Margot grabbed my wrist, dragging me toward the edge of the bed with surprising strength and all but throwing me onto the mattress sunken into the floor.
And then she pounced.
I captured her nipple in my mouth the moment she landed on me, her sharp nails digging into my shoulders, a layer of slick coating everything from the bottom of my ribs to my mid-thighs as Margot ground down on top of me, covering me in the same scent as her nest, marking me as belonging.
Patience, I told myself, rocking my hips, desperate to feel her slippery cunt gripping my knot. But this was important. This was symbolic. This was agift. And I’d reciprocate with my teeth.
Soon.
At the thought, a rusty purr rumbled out of my chest, and Margot practically melted over top of me, laying her upper body on my chest and nosing affectionately at my throat.
“Such a good omega,” I told her, cupping her ass cheeks and thrusting into the slippery warmth between her thighs. “So sweet, so good. That’s it, mark me more, Margot mine. Give me your scent.”
She was writhing on top of me, attempting to notch my cock at her entrance, impatient for a knot. But—according to my research—heat was a marathon, not a sprint. The more prepping I did now, the more comfortable the next few days would be.
I rolled us over, pinning her with a palm in the centre of her belly when she attempted to climb back on top of me.
“Not yet,” I chided, grinning at her feral little omega growl. “Got to stretch you first. Got to make that cunt ready for me. Going to be knotting you for days, my omega.”
“Knot,” Margot mewled, attempting to wriggle free from under my palm.
“Soon,” I promised, wrapping my free hand around my shaft, needing to take the edge off so I could tend to her properly.
This was going to be over very quickly,I thought to myself, my fist bumping my burgeoning knot with each stroke. Margot was all but salivating at the combination of my pheromones and precum filling the air, her vanilla scent growing headier with each passing moment.
“My omega,” I growled, angling my hips to cover her perfect glistening cunt in hot splashes of cum, immediately releasing my cock to massage it around her clit before pushing it in her pussy.
Margot bucked her hips wildly, but my hand pressing her to the mattress was unyielding as I added a second finger, alternating between scissoring, thrusting and curling them inwards, prepping her for days of hard fucking.
As eager as I was to bury myself in her pussy and never leave, I didn’t want Margot to wake up after her heat ended with any pain beyond tired muscles.
With a filthy squelch and a gush of fluid, I thrust in a third finger, rubbing the heel of my hand against her clit with each pass.
Margot came with a shudder and a whine, her slick making a sizeable damp patch on the sheets beneath her. Her inner walls squeezed and massaged my fingers, and I stifled a groan at the memory of how fucking good the movement felt around my knot.
As she slowly came down from her high, some of the crushing tightness around my fingers eased, and my cock throbbed in time with Margot’s rocking hips, a silent message to my brain that it was time. That she was ready.
I withdrew my fingers, hooking Margot’s legs over my elbows and sliding my cock home in one smooth, soaking motion. Margot exhaled instantly, a mixture of relief and ecstasy on her face.
“So beautiful,” I growled, my movements wild and frantic, gums already aching. There was no gentleness here, no finesse. I fucked Margot like I’d die if I didn’t, each thrust shoving her up the mattress.
Claim, claim, claim.
Margot’s palm covered my mouth as I approached her throat, lost in a haze of desire but still aware enough to look after me. With an impatient growl, I sucked her fingers into my mouth, using them to distract me while I fucked her into one orgasm, and then another.
I was thirsty.
The thought was a semi-lucid one.
Margot was curled around me like a vine wrapped around a tree, and I disentangled myself as carefully as I could, reaching outside the nest for the mini-fridge and grabbing a bright blue sports drink.
I sat up, downing half the bottle in one go before caramel eyes flashed open, pinning me with a furious glare, accompanied by an impatient omega growl.
“Drink,” I ordered, pressing the drink bottle to her lips.
Margot turned away petulantly, rolling onto all fours and crawling up my body, licking the tip of my cock as though it was the only sustenance she required.
