Page 56 of Believe it or Knot

I nod frantically, my hands sliding to squeeze my breast, my nipples aching at the contact. “Please, Gage.”

He hums like he’s considering my request, then places a gentle kiss to my clit. “I think I’ll wait on that.”

An outraged sound leaves me as I lift my head to glare down the length of my body at him. He laughs and nips at my inner thigh. “Don’t look at me like that, baby. The taste of you, the smell of you, has me on the edge of blowing already, and if I make you come on my tongue, you’ll pull me right over the edge with you.”

He pushes up and crawls over my body, slowly, like a big jungle cat stalking his prey. “When I come, I want it to be inside you, buried in your pussy.” He grips his cock and strokes it slowly. “I’ve been saving it up just for you, Sorrel. Fucking years of cum just waiting for this moment.”

My head drops back to my pillow as I stare up at him in shock. Surely he doesn’t mean that. “Years?”

He nods, releasing his grip on his dick and stroking his fingers through my folds, circling my clit and then plunging two inside me. “And it’s all going in here until it spills out of you.”

His fingers stroke inside me, working me higher and higher, closer to my peak. But… Just like he wants to come inside me, I want him inside me when I come too.

“Gage.” I lean up to kiss his lips, one of my hands cupping his face. “I need you. Please fuck me.”

A low shuddering breath falls from his lips, gusts over my face, like he’s been waiting for me to say those words.

He pulls back and looks down at me, a moment of uncertainty flitting across his face. “Is this okay? Are you sure this is okay?”

I melt into a pile of goo underneath him. My fingers drift over his forehead, his cheekbones, his lips, reverently. My eyes follow their path before I meet his gaze again. “Yes, Gage. I’m sure. This is… this is what I’ve always wanted with you.”

The admission hurts a little as it leaves me. I’ve been holding it so tight that it’s become a part of me, and now it’s out there, raw and vulnerable, ready for him to break it. Ready for him to change his mind and say he doesn’t want anything serious. Not with me.

But he doesn’t. A look of relief crosses his face, followed by one of pure unadulterated awe, like he can’t believe I just said that to him. “Always?”

“Well, not always.” I concede. “I wasn’t really thinking about you romantically when we were children. But as soon as I started thinking about boys that way… You were the only one I really wanted, Gage.”

He swallows thickly and bends to rub his cheek along mine. One of his hands slides down to grip my thigh and urges it open farther. “Spread your thighs for me, biscuit,” he growls against my ear. “Nice and wide. Gonna bury my cock in you. Gonna give us what we’ve both been craving, needing, for fucking years.”

My legs do as he demands without my say so, splaying open on the mattress until my knees are almost in my armpits. He pushes back onto his heels and stares down at me, his hand idly stroking up and down his cock as he just… stares at me.

His head tilts as he runs his gaze from the top of my messy hair, spread out on my pillow, over my face reverently. My nipples pucker even harder as he licks his lips and then continues over my soft belly to my dripping core.

“For fucking years, I’ve thought of nothing but this, Sorrel. Nothing but you spread out in front of me like a fucking feast.” He braces one hand by my head as he leans over me again, eyes latching onto mine as he runs the tip of his hard length through my folds, bumping my clit and making me gasp. He grins wickedly. “Nothing I came up with compares. You’re fucking exquisite, baby.” The head of his cock notches at my entrance, just the tip pressing inside. He holds there, bending to press a slow kiss to my mouth. “And you’re all mine,” he murmurs just before he slams into me.

I scream at the sudden stretch, the bite of pain that comes from being so fucking full. Gage doesn’t seem to care, though. “You can take it, baby. I know you can. You’re made for my cock.” He pulls out slowly, letting me feel every thick inch. “Made for me to bury myself inside.” Another swift thrust. This one is easier than the last. My body responds in the way it should. In the way it always will to Gage. Opening up, softening around his hard length, letting him deeper. “That’s it,” he encourages against my mouth. “That’s fucking it. Take my cock like the good girl you are. Let me stretch you, fill you, fuck you.”

My nails dig into his shoulders, scratch down his spine to his ass as my knees press into his sides. “Gage. Gage. Gage.” his name spills from my lips with every thrust of his hips, seeming to drive him even more wild.

“Fuck yeah. Say my name like that, Sorrel, like I own you. Like you own me.” He rears up, pulling his mouth away from mine, to glare down at me with intensity. “I’m yours,” he tells me, snarls at me. “And you're fucking mine, aren’t you?”

I nod and try to pull him back to my mouth, but he resists smirking down at me. “Wanna watch you, baby. Wanna see your face when you come on my cock, when I fill you with cum, when I make you mine once and for all.”

Hearing Gage claim me as his yet again acts as the ignition switch for my orgasm. It hits hard and fast, my back arching as I scream out his name. “Eyes on me, baby,” he growls, making my eyes snap open to meet his as I squeeze and pulse around him. His knot grinds into me, pressing, pressing, pressing, but not entering. His teeth grit, veins popping with the need to knot and holding himself back.

He reaches between us. “Eyes on me while I fill you.” I feel his fist at the base of his cock, and realize he’s squeezing his knot, pulsing his fingers around it like my inner muscles would do if I were an omega and could give that to him.

Inadequacy swells in my chest, even as he groans out my name, hips grinding against mine, as his cock jerks and twitches inside me, spilling his seed deep in my womb. He never once looks away from my face, dark blue eyes latched on my expression, my lips, my eyes, like he can’t bring himself to look anywhere but at me as he comes.

His hand stays between us, wrapped around his knot as he slumps down, putting most of his weight on me, his forehead dropping to my sternum. His breath pants over my skin, his lips pressing almost rhythmic kisses into it.

I clench when he kisses my nipple, and he groans, his hand flexing around his knot, causing another lash of cum to spill inside me. So much it dribbles out around his still hard cock, soaking into the blanket.

“I’ve-” My voice is hoarse and shaking. “I’ve never had an alpha’s knot swell like that before.” An alpha’s knot doesn’t swell every time they have sex. Usually, it’s when their omega is in heat or if they’re with their fated mate, if they’re lucky enough to have one. Which I have decidedly not been with in the past.

Gage goes still on top of me before he mouths against my tit. “Me neither.” I blink at that revelation, just like him telling me he hasn’t had sex in years. “At least not with another person,” he says, quietly. “But anytime I fucked my hand to the image of you, I knotted.”

My fingers tighten on his shoulders. “What does that mean?”

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