Page 74 of Believe it or Knot

I frown down at them, trying to figure out what makes them different. There are five of them, ranging from pale lavender to deep purple, each one progressively bigger than the last, until there’s one so big I’m fairly certain I’ll never use it, because it would split me in half. But other than that… “They look normal.”

Gray kisses me again and then picks up the smallest of the five, bringing it between our bodies.

“Rafe informed me you begged him to knot you last night. That you almost forced it.” His tone is gently chiding. “You almost hurt yourself.”

I flush a bright red, remembering it, the urgency, the need. The feeling like he might be missing something, not enjoy sex as much with me if he couldn’t knot.

It wouldn’t be the first time an alpha had told me as much after sex with me.

And the disappointment when he denied me. Looking back, he was one hundred percent right to do that. Betas aren’t meant to take a knot. I’ve never even been tempted to try with any of the alphas I’ve slept with in the past. Knots are for omegas.

But that feeling that he’d be missing out, that he wouldn’t enjoy it without knotting, that need to please him, that is what drove my actions. I had a similar response when I was with Gage.

I look down and run a finger along a seam in the blanket. “I did. But it wouldn’t have worked. I’m a beta. I’m not designed to do that.” My fake smile feels more brittle than normal, but I force it anyway. “Besides, you guys have Liam-”

He cuts me off with another kiss.

“You can’t take a knot now, sweet thing, but that doesn’t mean you can’t take one in the future.”

Aqua meets gray as I look up at him, surprised. “What?”

Holding my gaze, he clicks something on the dildo, and my eyes drop when it whirs. Before my eyes, the base of the dildo inflates into a small knot. Tiny really, not anywhere near the knot on a real alpha cock. A training knot.

“Each one of these has three different size settings,” Gray explains, clicking something again, and the knot gets a little bigger. “We can use them to stretch you, get you prepped to take our knots, if you would like that.” His hoarse tone of voice tells me he would like that very much and I feel an answering heated clench between my thighs at the idea of it.

But I still ask, “Is that something you want?”

A low laugh. “So fucking much, sweet thing. The idea of locking you onto my cock as I spill inside of you repeatedly? Yeah, I fucking love that idea. There’s no better feeling for an alpha.”

I have the brief thought that he’s done this with other betas. Started the process of stretching them, training them. I frown and look at the box. “Are these… have you used these before?”

His thumb and forefinger grip my chin and tip it until I meet his eyes again. “I won’t lie and tell you I haven’t—we haven’t—done this with betas before. We have, Sorrel. Many times.” My frown deepens. Gray kisses it gently, rubbing his mouth back and forth over mine. “But I will say, I haven’t wanted to sink my knot into someone as badly as you since I met Liam.” He taps the box with one finger. “These are new. I wouldn’t disrespect you by using used toys on you, sweet thing.”

I swallow thickly and nod. “Thank you.”

He eyes me with heat in his gaze. “Do you want to try the first level, Sorrel?”

My cheeks flame a bright red and I have to look away from him right at the box of perfectly spaced dildos. I’m pretty sure I do. Even if I don’t use this new skill with the Cordova pack, if they decide they don’t want me before I’m to the point of being able to take a knot, then I can find my own set and keep going alone, so I can take Gage’s knot.

I shiver at the thought of that, and nod slowly. “Yes. I think I do.”

He pinches my chin between his thumb and forefinger and tilts my head back to look at him. “You think you do, or you know you do?”

I take a deep breath and then say, “I know it.”

His grin is wolfish. “Good girl.”

A shiver makes goosebumps freckle my skin as he bends carefully at his waist and kisses me softly. “Can I undress you, sweet thing?”

I nod.

“Words, Sorrel. I need your words.”

“Yes, Gray, you can undress me.”

Another kiss as his hand leaves my face to hook into the hem of my shirt. His mouth leaves mine only to tug the fabric up and over my head and then he’s kissing me again, his tongue coaxing my mouth open to lick against mine.

He growls and presses me down until my back hits the mattress, and he’s stretched out next to me. His lips never leave mine. Grayson Cordova kisses me like he’s learning the shape of my teeth, my tongue, my lips. He leaves no part of my mouth untouched, untasted. He kisses me like he has all the time in the world to do so, and there is no place he would rather be than right there with his lips connected to mine.

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