Page 71 of Believe it or Knot

I cut her off with a snarl, pulling her mouth down to mine so I can kiss the notion of someone else pleasing her right out of her head. Although, watching her with Liam certainly doesn’t sound like a bad idea.

Still, I’m aching to be inside her, to feel her wet heat. I have been for weeks. My restraint when it comes to this girl has been legendary.

“No one else,” I growl against her lips. “No one else tonight. Tonight you’re mine.”

I feel her smile, kiss it, lick it, nip the curve of her mouth. “No one else tonight,” she agrees easily, sifting her fingers through my hair. “Just you.”

I lunge up to steal her mouth with mine, hands tightening on her ass to grind her sweet wet cunt against my cock as I shift us, laying her back on the couch so I can loom over her. I pull back, my hands already hooked into the waistband of her shorts. “You’re sure?”

I think I might die if she changes her mind, but she doesn’t. Thank fuck when she gives me a small smile and nods. “I’m sure.”

I drop my head down and press a kiss to the curve of her belly, momentarily lost in the fantasy of doing the same thing while it’s swollen with our baby growing inside her. I push the thought away even though it lingers there at the back of my head. It’s always been there since the first moment I laid eyes on her.

I gently tug the fabric off her hips, trailing kisses in its wake, my nose nuzzling her soft skin, taking deep inhales of her scent. “Fuck, conejita. You smell so good.” As I discard the boxers she was wearing, I smirk up at her. “Bet you taste even better.”

I don’t give her a chance to reply, ducking my head and swiping my tongue through her folds, lapping up the arousal pooled on them, before circling her clit. Her hands latch onto my hair immediately as her hips roll up and she gasps, “Oh, fuck, Rafe!”

I’m not sure I’ve heard a sweeter sound than that. “You like that, huh?” I lift my head to ask, and she practically snarls at me. Her only response is to tighten her grip on my hair and shove my face back between her legs.

I go happily, grinning again at her taste, at how responsive she is. The way she sighs and moans and gasps, how her hips roll up when I slide two fingers inside her, urging me to go deeper to take more.

It doesn’t take long for her inner muscles to start to flutter, to grip my fingers like she doesn’t want me to leave. When I find the rough patch of nerves buried deep in her pussy and rub my fingers over it while sucking on her clit, she explodes. Crying out my name to the ceiling in a hoarse voice that I fucking love.

She slumps against the cushions, body lax and sated, as I push up to kiss her mouth as greedily as I kissed her cunt. I’m about to pull away to suggest that we tuck her into bed. As much as I want to bury myself inside her, she’s had a tough night, and she’s obviously exhausted now.

But then she bites my lower lip, tugging the flesh into her mouth. “More,” she murmurs.

I’m not sure I’ve ever moved so fast in my life, shucking off my clothes and tossing them carelessly aside, pulling my hoodie and Liam’s t-shirt off of her until she’s gloriously naked. I want to spend an hour just staring at her, drinking in her generous curves and all that golden tan skin, but as soon as Sorrel whispers the word ‘more’ in that husky tone, my cock was too fucking eager to get inside her.

I situate us with her straddling my lap again, positioning myself at her entrance. She makes a startled noise as I thrust into her with no warning, hands gripping my shoulders tight, head dropping back as the noise turns into a moan. “Oh, fuck, conejita. Fuck. Fuck.”

I stop moving when I’m inside her to the hilt, tilting my head back to rest on the couch, to look up at her lazily. “We fucked up,” I say, and she looks down at me with wide eyes, a flash of hurt in their depths that she quickly buries.

“Oh, I’m... I’m sorry. I should have-” She starts to climb off me, like she thinks I mean us fucking is a mistake, but my hands slap down on her hips, fingertips sinking into her flesh to hold her where she is so I can grind up into her.

“We fucked up,” I repeat against her mouth. “How the hell am I supposed to get anything done now that I know being inside you feels this fucking good? Huh? All I’m going to be able to think about is getting my dick inside this perfect pussy. Puro puto cielo.”

A giggle falls into my mouth, trembles against my tongue and I swallow it down greedily. “Perfect, huh?”

“So fucking perfect.” I urge her hips to move. “Ride me baby. Take what you need from me. I’ll give it happily.”

Sorrel leans back, braces her hands on my knees, giving me the perfect view of where we’re joined as she rolls her hips, fucking herself on my cock. “Like this?”

I watch myself slide in and out of her, watch how her body softens and stretches to make way for mine. It might be the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. Though the similar view of my cock sliding into my omega is right there, too.

I keep one hand on her hip, helping keep her steady, guiding the movement of her hips and slide the other until I can circle her clit. She whines, the motion of her hips becoming more frantic as I build her higher and higher. The feel of her, the sight of her, the smell of our combined arousal, winter pine and sweet lavender is too much. So much. It’s fucking everything, and I am not surprised when the pleasure coalesces in the swelling of my knot and an aching in my jaw.

Of course it does. Sorrel is fucking perfect. I’m pretty sure she’s my mate—our mate—even if the feeling, the instinct, isn’t as strong as it was when I met Gray and Liam. She’s fucking ours. My body knows it and wants to claim her the same way I’ve claimed my omega. Fuck. Knot. Bite.

Sorrel pushes off my knees, hands coming back to my shoulders, nails digging in to give herself better purchase as she bounces up and down, pretty tits jiggling with each movement. I bend my head and suck as much of one of them as I can into my mouth, tongue flicking over the tight peak. She moans and arches into me, giving me better access. I move to the other side, giving into the need to bite by scraping my teeth over her nipple, sinking them into the flesh around it but not breaking skin.

“Oh, fuck, Rafe. Yes. Yes. Just like that.” The urge to give into her demands, to sink my teeth all the way in, make her bleed, make her mine is… intense. My alpha is roaring at me to do it, but I hold back. I won’t bite her until we have a conversation about it when my cock isn’t buried inside her tight little pussy.

“Knot me,” she says, not sounding like she’s pleading for it, begging, but like a demand. An order.

“What?” I pull back and look down at her, certain I misheard her. “No, baby, I can’t. I can’t knot you.”

Her brow furrows, and her mouth pulls into a pout. “But it won’t be as good for you if you don’t.”

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