Page 80 of A Snowy Escape

I’ve never been so full, which makes it weird that it’s not enough. I’m still hot and sweaty, with that itchy ache that makes me want to climb out of my skin. My toes dig into Bryant’s ass, and I try to force more of him inside me.

He breaks our kiss, and his head tilts almost like a predator.

A shiver runs down my spine, and the look pulls a whine from my lips.

My head falls to the side to offer him my throat.

“I like that way too much for it to be civilized.” Bryant growls, burying his face in my neck. He licks and nips at my throat, which only makes me slicker.

He’s so hard, and I’m stretched to capacity, but I need his knot.

He’s been very gentle and respectful, which I would normally appreciate. Under the circumstances, it’s kinda annoying, but I might be overreacting. Omegas are known for being demanding during heats.

My tits throb, and I reach between us, working my swollen nub. It makes me wonder how much more of him that I have to take if I want his knot.

I do a quick check and bite the inside of my cheek.

That’s ridiculous.

Alpha dicks are ridiculous.

They’re also amazing.

My fingers wrap around his knot as much as I can in the awkward position, and I apply pressure.

“Jesus, Abby,” Bryant growls against my throat. “You feel so good, and I’m afraid I’m going to slip into rut. Everything is foggy, and all I can think about is…fuck. I have to stop talking.”

“I’m not afraid of you,” I assure him, clenching my inner walls.

“Oh, but you should be. If you could hear the insanity running through my mind…” He slams deeper with every rabid thrust, and I pull my hand from between us. He doesn’t disappoint, his pelvis brushing my clit as he works in and out of me.

His crown slaps against my cervix, and then he’s gone again. It feels impossible that I could take all of him to even get to his knot, but vaginas are forgiving.

If I have any pain, I’ll ignore it.

“More,” I beg as heat blooms under my skin. “Bryant, please!”

He scrapes his teeth down my throat and flicks his tongue over the ache. “I’m trying here, pretty girl. I’m just not sure how you’re ever going to take my knot.”

If we have to defy logic, he will be knotting me. I don’t care if I have to toss him down and impale myself on his cock, it will happen.

He gets into the perfect rhythm, slamming deep and brushing my clit with his pelvis.

My tits ache with the same pulse in my core, and my pleasure builds. His tongue sweeps over my throat, his chest brushing my aching nipples.

I beg him for more, but the words sound garbled.

My eyes clench closed, and he once again bumps my G-spot.

It sends me over the edge, and I tighten around him.

“Shit,” Bryant growls. “Holy fuck, you’re killing me here. How am I supposed to put on a decent performance when you’re wringing my cock so good?”

I don’t know if that’s a compliment, but it sure seems like one.

As pleasure rips through my nerve endings almost violently, he doesn’t let up. His strokes get ragged as his shaft swells to the point it’s almost painful, and he falls onto me, rutting me into the mattress.

There’s so much pleasure.