Page 81 of A Snowy Escape

It’s almost like being disconnected from reality, but I want him to enjoy himself too. Pulling my feet off his ass, I plant them on the bed and do my best to grind over him. His shaft jerks, and hot cum spills inside me.

I’ve never felt as content before, and at the same time, I want his knot.

His muscles bulge, pressing me into the mattress.

“Goddamn, woman. I hope you know you’re never getting away.” He growls, nipping at my throat. The sensation of his teeth on my oversensitive skin makes me whine. “You’re mine now, pretty girl. All fucking mine.”

A wicked growl escapes his chest, and his pheromones flood my system. My head gets even hazier, the fog hitting with full force.

* * *

“Present for me, Abby,” Bryant growls.

As he kneels between my thighs, all I can seem to focus on is his long, lean muscles. He said he played baseball in college, and it’s clear he kept up his physique, which makes sense with him owning a gym.

“Ass up, pretty girl,” he says, slapping my clit.

Pleasure radiates through my body, and I moan.

“Now!” he barks.

My body jolts into motion.

I flip over rather gracelessly.

My top half stays flat to the mattress with my ass pushed up and out. The sheets are going to need to be changed soon. All I can smell is a combination of the two of us, and I’m kinda lying in a puddle, but heats are all about messy, dirty sex.

Bryant bumps my legs apart and settles behind me, slamming into my pussy with no additional warning.

I’m warm and floaty.

No longer in agony.

Basically, I’m loving life.

My face rolls around the mattress as I moan, and it only makes Bryant’s fingers dig into my hip even more.

“The view back here is fucking phenomenal,” he growls. “I forgot there’s no refractory period when alphas and omegas are involved. Jesus Christ. All I can think about is biting and breeding you.”

My core spasms around him, and a slick sound fills the air every time he ruts into me.

Bryant’s hands hit the mattress next to my head as he flattens his chest to my back, slamming into me in punishing strokes.

My eyes clench shut as his knot brushes my lower lips.

He growls, and I move my head to the side, offering him my neck, even though my hair is stuck to it.

Bryant pulls my hair out of the way and gets close to my ear. “Such a pretty throat. It’ll look even better with my bite. That way, everyone who looks at you will know you’re mine.”

I whimper and nod, squeezing my inner muscles. It only seems to make him more frantic, and his knot brushes my opening on every thrust.

“You keep clenching around me like that, and I’m going to fuck you full of my babies,” he growls, sounding like he’s lost to the fog. “You want that, Abby? Want me to breed you?”

My pheromones are almost thick enough to make me gag, but my system seems determined to tease the alpha into rut.

On his next thrust, Bryant slams his knot inside me.

We both freeze, releasing sounds of agonized pleasure.