Page 86 of A Snowy Escape

I won’t be able to get it back.

She’s slick and warm and tight around my cock.

Her pheromones help take away my concerns about fucking up.

What the hell am I doing stressing about messing up, anyway?

The whole goal is to make her come and lock my knot inside her.

Abby wraps her feet around my ass, her toes digging into my skin.

It’s crazy.

I’ve never been intimidated by sex before, and I’ve had a fair amount of it in my lifetime. I guess I just wanted our first time to be magical, not the fumbling exchange that I’ve managed so far.

That’s the thing about life—you can prepare all you’d like, but it doesn’t mean things will follow that plan.

“Mmm, you’re driving me crazy here, gorgeous,” I murmur against her lips, planting a hand on the mattress and teasing the other between her head and the bed.

My fingers dig into her hair as I give in to the moment.

Every thrust fills the air with a slick sound. Usually, I’d feel pretty smug about that, but I haven’t done shit to contribute to how wet she is. That’s all biology.

I’m baffled about how my knot is supposed to fit inside her when my crown bumps the bottom of her pussy on every rabid thrust.

Abby bounces around the mattress, but I hold her in place with my hand in her hair.

Kissing her only intensifies every sensation. Unfortunately, I have to breathe.

I pull back and bump her head to the side with my cheek. She’s sweaty and smells sweet, making my mouth water. I lick and suck down her throat before getting close to her ear. “You’re such a good omega, taking my cock like a champ. Warm and wet and so fucking snug.”

Bryant must not be asleep, because he snorts. I would normally flip him off, but I don’t take my focus off Abby.

“I want your knot,” she says, her nails digging into the back of my neck.

“I’m not sure how to make that happen without hurting you.” It’s not an exaggeration, either. “How about you ride me?”

I don’t give her the opportunity to object. I work my other hand between her and the bed, rolling us farther away from Bryant.

It’s tough to manage without squishing her, but Abby ends up on top of me once more. Her long hair falls around her shoulders as she plants her hands on my chest.

“You’re so damn pretty,” I tell her, cupping her cheek. “I want you to use me. Take what you need. Get yourself off on my cock.”

Abby moans, her head falling back as she rises and falls on my length.

With her on top, it’s a much better view.

I’m torn between staring at my shaft dripping with her slick and watching her face as her tits bounce.

Jesus.

We haven’t even had a conversation about STIs or birth control. It’s a little late for that with Bryant’s cum dripping out of her.

Abby is on the slender side for an omega. She still has a soft rounding to her stomach that I’m obsessed with. The thought of watching her body change and grow as she carries our baby makes my dick jump.

She clenches around me, swiveling her hips while I’m as deep as I can get. She bears down, and my knot slips inside her opening.

Damn.