“Do you know what that did to me, to hear them pleasing you? How my cock fucking ached, knowing it wasn’tmetouching you or tasting your slick?”
I tug at his hair, desperate to have him closer.
“Please,” I whisper. “Brock,please…”
“Please what, Olivia?” He asks softly, and I gasp at the use of my full name. His hand hovers above my pussy, just slightly out of reach, and I thrust up my hips, desperate to feel him.
I’ve never felt this out of control.
My world revolves around Brock and the way his arousal envelops me.
“I need your knot,” I gasp. “I need it.”
My pride has dissolved, and all that’s left is the desperate ache in my body forAlpha.
But my begging means nothing to him. He watches me, his eyes guarded and unamused.
“And what makes you think you deserve it?”
Oh myGod.
With one pull, he rips my panties off, tossing them to the floor. The cold air hits my core, and all I can do is close my eyes and moan.
“I deserve it,” I babble, desperate for something,anything, to make the ache stop.
“Then show me,” he murmurs, a finger running up my slit. I buck my hips and scream. I grip his hand as he finds my clit, running a slow circle around it.
“So sensitive,” he whispers in awe. “So fucking beautiful.”
It’s not enough. My body burns, and a gush of fluid flows out of me, staining his couch.
“Look at that,” he murmurs. “My pretty little Omega is soaking herself for me.”
“Yes,” I whisper eagerly. “Yes, yes, all for you, Alpha. Please, please—”
He inserts one finger, slowly pushing in all the way to the knuckle. “Sotight,” he hisses. “Were you this tight for Killian and Dylan? Did your cunt swallow their fingers like you’re doing to mine?”
I can’t speak, I can only moan as he inserts another one, pumping me slowly.
“That’s right. Let them hear you, baby. Scream for me.”
He finger-fucks me as I thrust my hips, needing friction.
“Knot me,” I beg, as his thumb finds my clit.
His eyes darken, the amber turning to a smoldering obsidian.
“Say it again,” he whispers.
“Knot me. Please, I haven’t taken their knots, you would be the first, please—”
He removes his fingers, and I whine.
My dress rips down the front, exposing my tits. I didn’t wear a bra; my nipples are too sensitive against the fabric.
“Those suppressants must not be working well, are they, baby?” He growls, pinching one of my nipples. It borders on pain, but I’m so worked up that I float on the precipice of pleasure.
Alpha Alpha Alpha!