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His throaty groan spurred me on before he choked out weak protest. “Lex. You don’t have to—you were hurting.”
“This makes me feel better.” I seated myself fully in his lap, relishing the heat of his cock inside me while I rolled my hips and shivered.
“Fair p-point.” He bit his lower lip, flexed his hips, and the twitch went all the way through his core and into his cock, edging me toward a release.
Warwitha’s books were always so carnal, where sex solved everything. Endorphins, oxytocin, any chemical our bodies could produce to soothe an omega, Warwitha used sex to achieve. I’d thought it mildly silly at times, but on the receiving end, as my fear, my anxiety, and worry still simmered despite the reassurance… I needed to be close to Zeke, reassured he’d still be there, to be certain that he loved me.
Love?
It burned in my chest as I clenched my insides. In for a penny, I supposed, as I quickened my pace and went for exactly what I needed without a fuss. As long as I got to bounce on it a bit, I was good. That insidious little part of my brain forcing me to panic quieted as long as my hole was getting stuffed. “Fuck.”
His hands rested on my hips, guiding my motions as his eyes wandered my body, taking periodic detours back to my face to lock eyes and trade a lustful glance. Somewhere between lost in sensation and display, he treasured the entirety of the experience, even down to the sudden change of my body.
To me, an only child amid distant and estranged family beyond my parents, I longed for a bigger family. Ezekiel was a lone beacon in his life; no siblings, no parents, no cousins. Even nieces and nephews were gone, most likely, too, not that he knew beyond the few his half-brother fathered—a brother that’d never been a brother.
One uninformed act of lust between two star-crossed librarians would be a family in time.
His grip tightened on my hips before one of them slid around to grip my cock. His fisted hand rolled up and down, making my insides squeeze and twist. When lightning sparked in the cradle of my pelvis and lit every nerve in my groin on fire, I rode a wave of pleasure with haste to a messy peak, hips jumping. Though, ordinarily, I’d have been mortified at the wet, slick noises between us, down to leaking slick soaking into our clothes, I’d stopped caring as my inner walls clenched down, begging for that thickening base, the stretch and burn that breached me with a single thrust upward and locked me down—knotted and filled.
As I relished his polite grunts of pleasure, my body let go of all of my stress, at least for a moment, and I threw my head back, heaving desperate breaths while my inner walls squeezed and my cock fired over Zeke’s slowing fingers. So, when we came back to our senses, Zeke wrapped his arms around me, holding tight.
I opened my mouth to force myself to say the words I wanted, but Zeke spoke before I could. His warm breath, his soft lips, they found my ear in a whisper. “I love you. I know it’s so soon, but—”
“I love you, too.” I silenced him with a kiss. “Fuck normality.”
“Nobody’s ever accused me of being normal. And trust me when I say that if it were back in my day… We’d already be married.” He laughed. “If not at the end of a very confused pistol.”
I laughed.
“Well, if we were of the right stations… And gender.” He buried his face in my neck and nuzzled over our binding mark. “I’d make you my little scandal.”
I snorted and shoved at him. “As if.”
“You’d be the talk of all the balls on your debut!” He nuzzled again, a soft laugh hidden in his words.
“I love it when balls talk about me.” I gasped as his hearty laughter tugged at the knot holding me down.
“I wonder what balls would say about me?”
“Ten out of ten, best tongue around.” I shrugged, and he snorted and wiggled his hips to dislodge himself with an obscenely wet noise.
As I shivered at the sensation, I slid from his lap—right as the door swung open unannounced. Jess’s voice rang out. “Hey, I wanted to— Oh my gods!”
The door immediately slammed shut as she scrambled away, complaining about putting a sock on the doorknob or something.
“She saw my butthole, didn’t she?” I withered in shame.
“I totally saw your butthole. Oh, my gods!” Jess’s screech filtered through the thin door.
“Knock, first!” Zeke scrambled out of bed, before using a dirty shirt from his laundry basket to wipe himself clean and zip up.
“I didn’t think I needed to! You have to admit, the likelihood of you going from unconscious to boning in the course of forty minutes was—” She paused and sighed. “Never mind.”
“S-sorry!” My cheeks burned as I scampered out of bed to gather my clothes and wipe up as well only to realize that Zeke had wiped his hand on my shirt accidentally, my pants no longer fit, and the bathroom was not an en suite… “Fuck…”
Zeke grumbled and slid from the room, only cracking the door a bit as he left. “Jess, come on, let’s let him find some of my clothes to wear and get a shower.”
“What about you?” She huffed.
