“You stink of him,” Casey grumbled.

“I brought you a present,” Georgie offered as distraction, singing her words.

“My brother’s scent?”

“This jumper! Isn’t it nice? It just had a little rip but your mother fixed it – look!”

“Will it fit?” They had long grown too broad for most pack hand-me-downs.

“Only one way to find out!” She tossed the jumper at him and leapt onto the bed, swinging her feet over the edge. “Strip, mate!”

His grin returned as he threw off his t-shirt to Georgie’s appreciative whistles and self-fanning. “Hmm…” He fought to get anything beyond the head hole to fit. That was fine, his face and his abs were Georgie’s two favourite parts of him. “It’s not going to work…”

“Oh no. What a shame. Take it off. And the rest.” She directed him with a stern finger, pointing at everything she wanted off.

“You don’t want dinner first?” he asked, somehow both bewildered and eager. 

Georgie pulled her head free of her top. “You don’t want to eat me?”

“Good point.”

He kissed her down flat, fussing at her shorts until they were untied and thrown to the floor. His erection was already bumping her leg as he worked, his lust for her heady.

“And…” She moaned against the corner of his mouth. Her panties were already gone. “And I want your knot.”

Casey stiffened. Well, the rest of him. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Sure?”

Georgie nodded. “I’m an alpha mate, I can take it!”

“Hmm.” He didn’t seem entirely convinced, it almost offended her. It would have if his thoughtful frown weren’t so cute, that was.

“You don’t think I’m- Ah!” Two fingers were peeling her open.

“It gets big,” he warned her, sliding a long digit through her own juices before sinking it inside. “Bigger than I realised it would before I saw it for the first time.”

“Mmm-” Georgie rolled her hips back defiantly. “What? I need training for it like the sex Olympics or something?”

He added another and her core squeezed back against him desperately. “What’s the rush?” How he could keep his head at a time like this was beyond her. Georgie wanted ravishing – that was the rush!

“I still haven’t had one and I’ve been twenty-one for weeks!”

“Weeks.” He groaned into her neck. “I waited for you for months.” His mouth slid down, trailing the dip between her breasts, her navel, the thin thatch of hair before her pussy.

“Ex-” She gasped at his tongue digging between her lips. “Exactly!” She ground against it, urging him back to the clit he’d slipped over. “Why torture either of us any longer?”

A grumbling laugh between her legs caused a twitch through them. He lapped at her sensitive bud roughly, shoving her to the edge with the tip of his tongue. The fingers inside her were just bobbing for the sake of pleasure rather than stretching now. She could take his dick just fine… well, up until a certain point.

She snatched his hair as she came, holding his hot tongue in just the right place, feeling it flick her clit endlessly… at least until she collapsed and opened her fingers.

“So demanding.” He sounded strangely impressed, and pressed her thighs open wider, his thumbs digging into the squidgy skin there. Her body wasn’t built to be hard and ridged like an alpha’s, it was meant to be soft and malleable under big, strong hands-

Pleasure rocketed through her, beginning where her mate had just sunk his length inside of her warmth. Most of it. Enough to make little mewling noises fall from her lips.

“And I’m demanding-”

“Yeah yeah,” he laughed, sinking a little further and still not enough. “I know what you want.”

“Not a want,” Georgie argued between the wet sounds of her body receiving him and desperately trying not to let him go. Her cunt clung to him. “A need.”

The bulbous root of his cock finally breached her with a stretching sensation that caught her breath. “A demand?”

“Yes!” she squealed, tucking her heels at his lower back to trap him. That was the knot’s job, but it hadn’t blown yet. Her legs were no match for alpha hips and Casey pulled free, only to dip back in (with some mild exertion to get it in again each time) and tease her with it. “D-don’t pull out.”

Casey grinned wolfishly down at her. “I have to pull out, that’s how sex works.” He toyed with her nipples as he teased her with his words. “You push in and you pull out.” He punctuated the explanation with thrusts, hitting her right in the sweet spot that rolled her eyes back for a moment.

“Casey!” she laughed, only it quickly turned into another sultry moan. She fought to keep her gaze on him squarely, without roaming to the rafters. “I mean, don’t pull out when you come.”

He tilted his head, like a curious puppy, as though uncertain whether she was really sure about this but unwilling to ask the question. He kept pounding into her, though, filling her core with hard heat and the room with long groans.

“You’re already so fucking tight…”

“Casey-”

He sped up, something sending a jolt through him, he was close. His pout of concentration would be adorable if he weren’t rutting her so hard and fast and so obviously at the end of his tether and…  suddenly Georgie wasn’t so sure she knew what she was asking for. She’d never done it and she only knew one person who had. She couldn’t ask Alpha Mate Lara for advice on such a thing it was-

“W-wait!” she babbled.

“Georgie!” Casey gasped, juddering back out as best he could. He was so close, teetering on a thin line.

The emptiness was awful. “No! I want it!”

Casey squeezed his eyes shut and she felt his cock twitch inside of her. “Georgie!”

“I’m sorry!”

“I’m gonna-”

“Please, alpha,” she breathed, “knot me!”

“Fuck-” He gritted his teeth and glared darkened emerald eyes at her. And his knot slammed back inside, swelling so suddenly it stopped Georgie’s heart. At least, it felt like it, like she could only sense his heartbeat. It throbbed a beat that matched the waves of her orgasm, sending her head rocking back and her thighs twitching around her enormous mate and the enormous knot plugging her. It seemed like so much more cum than usual, like he had been holding back before. It wasn’t possible, that was stupid…

As her senses returned to her, a mild soreness did too. It ached where she was being held open, not even an inch inside, and pressed against in all directions.

“Are- are you okay?” Casey whispered. He’d gripped the bedding either side of her head so hard it had pulled most of it into the centre with them like a black hole.

“Yeah.”

“You sure?”

Georgie nodded.

“Does it hurt?” The words came out so weak and worried she wanted to lie.

Georgie nodded again.

He sunk over her, dropping his head shamefully. “I’m sorry, we don’t have to do it again, I-”

“Casey!” Georgie scolded, picking his chin back up in her palms. “It’s just a little sore, I’ll get used to it.”

“Do you want me to stay still?” There was a sleepiness in his eyes now, but he wouldn’t admit to her that he wanted to roll them over.

“Try to lie down, I’ll tell you if it’s awful.”

There was a pulling pressure as he moved, horrendously slowly, onto his side and took her with him. No pain, though.

“You okay?”

“Yeah, that wasn’t bad at all.”

He smiled, wary, knowing she probably wouldn’t complain. “Good. It’ll go down soon…” He was caught in a yawn that quickly infected Georgie too. She snuggled into the bunched blankets and hooked her leg over Casey’s hip, happy to settle for the night.

“Thank you, I’m so glad I got my first knot.”

He rolled his eyes but his prideful smile was undeniable. And his shaft stirred a little inside of her. Georgie gave him a disapproving look. She’d had quite enough for tonight.

Her top was crumpled beside the pillows, striped white and navy. The patched up line was black. Casey tapped at the stitches in the sleeve. “You get this fixed at the mending meet?”

“Uh…” Georgie dropped her eyes. “No, Cove fixed it for me.”

He stilled. “Right.”

“Let’s get some sleep,” she murmured.

His agreement came in his eventual soft snores. Not long after, his knot slid free.