“You stink of her,” Casey grumbled.

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

“My sister’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 her and leapt onto the bed, swinging her feet over the edge. “Strip, mate!”

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

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

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

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

“Good point.”

She kissed her down flat, fussing at Georgie’s shorts until they were untied and thrown to the floor. Casey’s erection was already bumping her leg as she worked, her lust for her heady.

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

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

“Yeah.”

“Sure?”

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

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

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

“It gets big,” she warned her, sliding a long digit through Georgie’s 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?”

Casey added another and Georgie’s core squeezed back against her desperately. “What’s the rush?” How she could keep her 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.” Casey groaned into her neck. “I waited for you for months.” Her mouth slid down, trailing the dip between her breasts, her navel, the thin thatch of hair before her pussy.

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

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

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

“So demanding.” Casey sounded strangely impressed, and pressed her thighs open wider, her thumbs digging into the squidgy skin there. Georgie’s 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 her length inside of her warmth. Most of it. Enough to make little mewling noises fall from her lips.

“And I’m demanding-”

“Yeah yeah,” she 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 her and desperately trying not to let her go. Her cunt clung to her. “A need.”

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

“Yes!” she squealed, tucking her heels at her lower back to trap her. 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.” She toyed with Georgie’s nipples as she teased her with her words. “You push in and you pull out.” She 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 her squarely, without roaming to the rafters. “I mean, don’t pull out when you come.”

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

“You’re already so fucking tight…”

“Casey-”

She sped up, something sending a jolt through her, she was close. Her pout of concentration would be adorable if she weren’t rutting her so hard and fast and so obviously at the end of her 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 she could. She was so close, teetering on a thin line.

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

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

“I’m sorry!”

“I’m gonna-”

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

“Fuck-” She gritted her teeth and glared darkened emerald eyes at her. And her knot slammed back inside, swelling so suddenly it stopped Georgie’s heart. At least, it felt like it, like she could only sense her mate’s 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 Casey 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. She’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.

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

“Casey!” Georgie scolded, picking her 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 her eyes now, but she wouldn’t admit to Georgie that she wanted to roll them over.

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

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

“You okay?”

“Yeah, that wasn’t bad at all.”

Casey smiled, wary, knowing Georgie probably wouldn’t complain. “Good. It’ll go down soon…” She 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.”

She rolled her eyes but her prideful smile was undeniable. And her shaft stirred a little inside of her. Georgie gave her 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.”

She stilled. “Right.”

“Let’s get some sleep,” Georgie murmured.

Her agreement came in her eventual soft snores. Not long after, her knot slid free.