He laughed, the smile on his face absolutely perfectly happy. The one fraction of an inch he’d moved suddenly felt like every slow thrust was a lightning bolt inside me. “How are you doing that?”

“Close your eyes.” They fell closed, and he fucked me. Slowly, steadily, and hard enough every time he pushed forward, I felt unsteady in the best way.

“I like the way your pussy takes my cock, baby girl.” Avery’s voice was strained, like he was having just as much trouble as I was not going faster. “You fit me just right.”

“Harder, please.” I bit my lip, keeping my eyes closed. “Please, I know you want to, too.”

“No.”

The simple answer lit me on fire. Lightning built under my skin until I was trying to move, trying to pull myself closer to bridge the gap which once again seemed impossible. But the way Avery held me to the ground with his weight prevented it entirely. All I could do was feel every stroke and savor the sensation of being alight with pleasure.

I didn’t know how long it was until I broke. “Oh my god. Oh, fuck. Avery—” I was shaking, trembling like I was ice cold, but nothing about this was cold. Sheer, overwhelming bliss soaking every inch of my body, mind, and soul.

“That’s my good girl,” he brushed the words across my lips. “Coming all over my cock, taking what your Alpha gives you.”

The words triggered a second wave, light bursting behind my eyes. I forced my head to the side, baring my neck out of pure instinct. He could bond me right now and I wouldn’t care as long as he didn’t stop moving.

Avery kissed the point of my pulse. “Not yet, baby girl. But fuck, seeing you beg for it ruins me.” The ragged words turned into a groan as he came inside me, knot swelling, firmly locking us together.

True calm washed over me. I would never understand Omega biology, the way being knotted soothed every worry, whether it was in our minds or under the surface. But it did. My mind was quiet, and I loved the feeling.

“I can get behind soft and slow,” I murmured.

He dragged his lips along the line of my jaw. “I thought you might say that.”

“When your knot releases, maybe—”

“Baby girl, this knot isn’t coming out of you.”

I froze. “What do you mean?”

“I mean you’re mine for the night. When I feel it softening, I’m going to take you again. And again. And again. Every time will be soft and slow, and every time I fuck you, those orgasms are going to get deeper. I fully plan on being knotted in this perfect pussy in the morning, and having you be wrecked from the orgasms.”