“Yes. Yes. Yes.” The orgasm still held me, and it only carried further as Ben took what he needed, harder and faster than before. I felt his knot against me, brushing with every thrust, and I wanted it. My body needed it, more slick appearing to help. Everything was bright and shining. The fairy lights were a mirage. I was floating in a galaxy made only of pleasure when Ben came, driving himself and his knot deep inside me, locking our bodies together.

In all my life, I’d never heard a hotter sound than Ben coming, the low grunts and groans I’d made him release. They shivered over my skin, heightening everything.

This wasn’t like normal sex. I didn’t need to catch my breath. I needed more now, but I also needed to wait until Ben’s knot loosened and freed me.

Avery’s mouth was still at my ear. “Such a good fucking girl.”

My eyes nearly rolled back in my head with the sparkling, ethereal joy and happiness the words brought me. I didn’t even protest when he moved away so Ben could cover my body with his and kiss me, my own flavor mixed with his on his lips and tongue.

“I think my knot was made for you,” he whispered against my lips. “The way you’re hugging it is going to kill me.”

“No,” I said, my mind not fully rational enough for the words. “Don’t say that. I still need you for later.”

He laughed softly, kissing along my jaw and my neck. “You’ll have me. I’ll never forget being your first knot of this heat.” Slowly, he found my hands and wove our fingers together, pinning my hands to the soft cushions beneath us. “A couple more minutes and you’ll be ready for the next one.”

It was like his words struck a match. I nodded, unable to speak. All I was right now was pure instinct. Ben kissed me again, softly. Up close, his green eyes were vibrant, and I imagined painting something like it in spirals of white and green surrounding a beautiful black void. Galaxies just like the tattoos on his arms.

He rocked into me, shooting off little flares of pleasure with each movement as his knot loosened enough for us to release. In the same way the heat made Omegas need everything more and faster, an Alpha’s knot loosened faster too, their own instincts responding to the Omega’s desire to be knotted again and again.

I shuddered as he pulled out of me, the need coming back in full force. Under my skin I was molten—a creature made of lava and fire which needed fuel to burn. They were the fuel.