Page 77 of Believe it or Knot

I blink. “I-What?”

Grayson trails his mouth down my throat, nipping, kissing, licking. “You squirted. All that liquid that gushed out of you wasn’t urine, it was cum. So much fucking delicious cum.” He grinds his cock against my ass, groaning.

I’m finding it hard to breathe, the embarrassment fading, melting under the weight of new arousal. “I’ve never done that before,” I mutter, as his hands wander, smoothing over the skin of my belly, teasing over my mound, but not quite touching.

“I gathered.” His teeth clamp onto the curve where my shoulder meets my neck and my legs nearly give out as my clit throbs. He licks the spot and then trails his mouth back up to my ear. “Tasted so fucking sweet. I wanted to lick it all up. But now you’ve washed it all down the drain. I’m going to have to punish you for that, I think.”

The rush of cool air along my back takes me by surprise, as does the hand between my shoulder blades, pushing me forward. “Bend over for me, sweet thing.”

I’m already folding in half, urged on by his firm hands. He’s still behind me, just back a bit, staring at my ass as he smooths his hand up and down my back. “Hands on the tile. Good girl,” he purrs when I immediately comply.

I whimper when his hand slides down my spine and over the curve of my ass. “Say stop at any time, sweet thing,” he murmurs. “And I stop.”

A shiver works over me even in the heat of the water. “Everything? Or just my punishment?”

A low chuckle surrounds me, makes my toes curl into the tile with how lustful it is. “Oh, you aren’t getting out of me fucking you, Sorrel.”

I nod and brace myself against the wall. “Good.” Then I glance over my shoulder and meet his eyes. “Proceed.”

Another of those low dirty laughs, as he goes back to stroking my ass. “I think five on each cheek. What do you think, sweet thing?”

I push my forehead into the tile and murmur, “whatever you think is best, alpha.”

A low groan bordering on a growl rumbles from him, along with the words, “good fucking girl, giving yourself over to your alpha. Acknowledging that I know what’s best.”

I open my mouth to agree with him, but a gasp falls from my mouth as his palm strikes my right ass cheek. Immediately, he rubs over it to soothe the sting. “Count for me, sweet thing,” he urges.

“One,” I whimper and am rewarded with a second smack. “Two.” This time he messages the ache and then dips lower, his finger playing through the slick mess between my thighs.

“I knew you were fucking perfect, Sorrel,” he murmurs, working his thick digit inside me, stroking twice before pulling out and spanking me twice more in quick succession.

“Three, four,” I moan, back arching more, offering my ass up to him. Or maybe it’s my pussy, because he soothes the ache and then slides two fingers inside me. A pleased noise hums from him as my inner muscles clamp down.

“Look at you,” he murmurs against my shoulder. “So eager to be punished and fucked.” I can’t even deny it. I was aroused before, but now I’m on fucking fire. I need him to fuck me, to give me release. I need… I need… I need… him.

Them.

God.

I need them so much it’s terrifying.

Two more spanks have me moaning and writhing, needing release like I’ve never felt before. “Please, alpha,” I whine. “Please. I need to come.”

“No coming,” he growls at me. “Not until every inch of me is inside you. Not until I can feel you grip my cock so fucking tight.”

I bite back the urge to tell him it won’t be every inch of him. Because even though he’ll give me his cock, he won’t give me his knot.

He already knows that, and it doesn’t negate his need to be inside me when I come.

“Count, Sorrel.”

“Five, Six.”

He rewards me with two fingers in my wet pussy, thrusting hard and fast, like he wants to get me to the edge and then keep me there.

Smack.

“Seven.”

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