Tilly

He growled behind me, using his alpha purr on me. He stepped even closer, his hard cock nudging against me as he pushed us forward, his hands washing every inch of my skin as my hands splayed on the shower wall.

All the remaining turmoil I had been experiencing disappeared with each passing second, with each rise of my chest. I felt like I was going to collapse.

Shit, I wanted him, and a whimper escaped as I closed my eyes to his touch. His hand moved ever closer to my aching need. It was too close, this was too much.

“Jackson.”

“Shhh, I’m going to help you,” he whispered into my ear, his lips brushing over the shell, and I shivered.

His fingers crawled between my thighs, and I opened up, letting him caress me. My forehead touched the wall as he chuckled before his mouth sucked the back of my neck as his fingers stroke through my wetness. My breath hitched at the first touch inside me, but it wasn’t long before I was pushing my hips back, chasing for more. He pushed another finger in and groaned as the walls of my pussy clasped around him.

“Do you want your alpha, Tilly? Tell me?”

“Yes,” I moaned. Wanting to beg for more, but Jackson already refused me and if this was how I climaxed, at least I did. But this was my chance. “I need you. I want to feel you inside me.”

He removed his fingers and spun me around to face him. First, I pouted at the loss, but when he lifted me up and my legs wrapped around his waist. Things were changing.

We were face to face, eye to eye. His body pressed against me, his cock nudging against my mound. His hand lowered, and I felt the pressure as he positioned his cock at my opening.

This was happening.

Our eyes locked as he slowly pressed inside me, but it was when we groaned together that I smiled.

He slid in further, filling me with another couple of inches. I sucked in a breath as his thickness stretched me in ways I had last felt with Luca. His movements were slow as he moved in and out, until the final push and he fully entered me and I could feel everything, from his length to his width and the gentle swell of his knot against my opening.

Jackson stilled as he buried himself inside me. He pulsed inside me. It was so exquisite I was about to climax from that feeling alone. But I wanted more, and hooked my legs tighter around his waist, tightening my grip as I dug my heels into his hard arse and tried to grind onto him.

“Move,” I growled.

He laughed as his grip tightened on my hips, drifting in and out. Each slow, powerful thrust had tingles running up my spine and my insides were slowly coiling into a tightly bound spring and I was soon going to spiral into ecstasy.

I wanted to ask for more, ask for his knot, but was uncertain if it could fit. I glanced between our legs and to the place we joined. His knot was massive. There was no way it was going inside me. Not that he thought the same, as each pound of his cock into me was a step closer.

He pushed and stilled, waiting for me to look at him. Water cascaded down my cheeks and it was only then I realised we were still in the shower.

”Is this okay?” I whispered under a whimper and the worry he was going to stop this.

“You feel so fucking amazing.”

I laughed and planted my lips on his. “You feel amazing yourself.”

He shut off the water, opened the door, and grabbed a towel. As he walked us into the bedroom, he dried me off and then himself. All with one hand while the other still held me against him and him inside me.

“Please,” I whimpered, hoping this wouldn’t end. Jackson growled.

He kneeled on the bed, and once I laid back, he continued with his making love. Because that was what it felt like, making love. One minute it was slow and deep, the next fast and shallow, but he never took his eyes off me.

“I want you to take my knot. Do you want it?”

We locked eyes. I nodded.

And after his next thrust, the pounding turned to a grinding action. He was working himself into my pussy and I didn’t think it could fit. And just when I thought it wouldn’t, he thrust inside me and I cried out.

His head dipped, and he purred, his tongue trailing up my neck and across my cheek until he was at my lips. The kiss was deep and continued with his tongue until he was licking my throat again.

“Are you okay?”

I nodded.

He thrust again, his teeth lightly pulling the skin on my neck and he seemed conflicted, wanting to do it but not wanting to let himself go.

He was fighting this as much as me.

The urge to want to present my neck. His urge to bite and claim me.

He thrust again, and I cried out as the knot wholly lodged inside me. It was different. I felt such fullness that I stopped breathing.

I closed my eyes and gasped.

“Look at me,” he barked. My eyes shot open to look at him. “You’re my first knot. I’m so fucking glad I waited.” His voice turned husky, as though he felt this as deeply as me.

His words made my body grasp at his knot and it grew inside me. It was now that I knew what I heard about omegas being desperate to feel the knot. There was something exquisite about it, like it filled a space inside I didn’t know needed filling.

“Me too,” I said.

Jackson thrust inside me as much as he could. His kisses became more passionate as he held me. There was a roiling of pleasure firing inside me. His thrusts became short and quick and without warning, my back arched off the bed and I screamed his name. I was sparking, the pleasure never ending.

Jackson grunted as he emptied inside me. And I was climaxing again. The intensity of feeling him spill inside me consumed me more than I thought it ever would and tears ran down my cheeks, overwhelmed by the feeling, not only of having an alpha knot locked inside me. But by the feelings I had for Jackson.

And that was scary as hell.

Because it wasn’t just Jackson, it was a pack, and that included Cruz. My pack had found me, but was I ready to be me?