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We sat like that for a moment, his hardness pressed against me.

It didn’t take long for my body to register that hardness.

I ground down on him again—wanted more.

He had just made me feel fucking phenomenal, but I still wanted more. There was a deep-seated need in me. Like the world would fall apart if he didn’t keep going.

“More,” I whimpered, leaning forward to nip at his shoulder. He groaned, his body moving under mine.

Marshall shifted, tensing beneath me, and I could sense something change. “Ugh, shit. I shouldn’t have started this. We need to stop.” His voice was tight, almost pained.

The idea of stopping was inconceivable for me. I needed him. “Why?” I whined, grinding down on his cock again, mewling at the sweet friction it produced.

His hand fisted in the hair at the back of my head. “Because if we don’t, I’m not going to be able to resist slipping my cock into you and knotting you here and now.”

A smile spread across my face, and I ground down harder. “That doesn’t sound like a bad thing,” I mused, playfully nipping at his lip.

“Summer…” That deep voice betrayed how on edge he was, how he was fighting so hard to hold back. “This isn’t how you should⁠—”

“Yes, alpha?” I whined, leaning down to nibble at his neck, knowing exactly what I was doing.

“I don’t want to push you…”

I leaned back, cocking a brow at him. “Does it look like I’m being pushed, Marshall?” I asked, grabbing his hand and pulling it down to the tiny pair of underwear beneath my nightgown. “Feel for yourself what you’re doing to me. Shouldn’t I be the one to decide how I do this?”

Truth be told, I was sick of waiting. My body knew what it wanted, and it wanted it immediately.

His fingers brushed along the waistband, only hesitating for a moment before sliding in. His eyes closed, a ragged growl escaping his mouth when he ran them through my wetness that he had just been indulging in.

“Fuuuuck.”

“Please, Marshall. I don’t want to think about this. I just want…” I rocked on his hand, stealing the sensations I could, my pussy already humming with anticipation and need. “…you.”

Without another word, Marshall wrapped an arm around me, hoisting me up so that he could reach between us. I leaned forward, crashing my lips against his as he freed his erection by pulling down his zipper. In a flash, I was back down on his lap, his cock sinking home inside me.

“Ugh!” I was so full, his shaft stretching me so much, and my head spun; the sensations were intoxicating as I began to shift up and down, riding him.

There was no delay, no adjustment. My body needed Marshall more than air in that moment. His cock stretched me to the point I felt like I was going to split in two, but I loved it.

We moved together, foreheads pressed together. Every ragged moan that ripped out of Marshall’s chest felt like the greatest praise I could ever receive. The alpha was losing control, and I was the one doing that to him. Marshall moved inside me, commanded my body, as if it belonged to him, like I was his.

It was fucking amazing.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, my moans pitching up, filling the kitchen with their endless cries for more.

The base of his cock was starting to swell, and I knew exactly what was coming.

“Knot?” I asked desperately.

I had never been knotted before, but I knew I wanted it.

His hand tightened in my hair, and he looked up at me with a frantic, desperate gaze. “Are you sure? I can stop…fuck. I can, if you want me to. It’ll take everything in me, because you feel like fucking heaven, but I will for you.”

I met his eyes, making sure he could see the determination there before speaking. “Please knot me, alpha.”

There was a brief moment of hesitation, then his hands tightened on me. The one grasping my hip started lifting me, making me bounce even faster on his cock.

The base of his cock was starting to swell, and with one thrust, he sank the swelling appendage deep inside me.