He’s right.
The suppressants didn’t work on time.
I’m going into Heat.
“Brock,” I manage to gasp out. “I need your knot.”
“Scream it,” he demands, pulling on my other nipple, watching as my breasts bounce in his hands.
“I need your knot!” I half sob, half yell.
He slaps my breast, and slick pours out of me.
“Make them hear you,” he orders. “Make them know you’re begging formyknot.”
His possessiveness will be the end of me.
“Alpha, knot me!” My scream echoes through the open door, and the answering growls from the other side of the house confirm Killian and Dylan heard me.
They heard me beg for cock and I fucking love it.
With a groan, Brock pulls me into his lap, tearing off the rest of my dress.
“I’m going to ruin you,” he promises, kissing me. “Now, unbutton my pants.”
It’s far too easy to obey him. I have one thing on my mind, and it’s easing the ache in my cunt.
My body flushes and my head swims, but I free his cock from the confines of his trousers and boxers, his cockhead pressing against my entrance.
I realize I want him to be the first one to take me.
I’m athishouse. I’m underhiscare.
He’s the head of the pack.
And as I sink down on him, my body stretching to accommodate him, it feels like coming home.