Page 78 of Believe it or Knot

Smack.

“Eight. Gray, please!”

“Almost done, sweet thing. Almost there and then I’m gonna fuck you so good.” He sounds as ragged as I feel, on edge, about to explode. “Two more.”

Smack, smack.

“Nine. Ten.”

No sooner has the word left my mouth than I’m spun, hoisted and braced against the cool tile, with my legs fold around his hips. He thrusts into me hard, filling me completely, and so roughly that my head bounces against the tile.

“Shit,” he curses. But rather than slowing down and fucking me more gently, he slides his hand up to cup the back of my head, protecting it from the wall as he continues to pound into me. “You did so good. So fucking good, little beta. Look at you taking every inch of me. Spreading those thick thighs of yours wide to let me fuck you. It’s what you need, isn’t it?” he croons. “Need your alpha to fuck you hard and dirty, to make you come.”

“Yes,” I cry out, hand slipping over his wet skin, trying to gain purchase to help take him deeper, harder. More.

“Good girl. Good girl. Good girl,” he chants with every impaling thrust. “My good fucking girl.”

The possessive tint to his words makes my toes curl, my head toss back, as moans and sighs and whimpers all from my lips. He leans forward, swallowing each noise down as his tongue plunders my mouth. The hand cradling my head slides down to grip my hip, my thigh hard enough that I think I might bruise and I love it. Love that bite, that ache as he grinds against me.

“Fuck,” he mutters to my lips. “Fuck. It’s too soon. I want to keep fucking you for hours.”

I open my mouth to tell him he can. I’m more than willing to let him, but then I feel it. The swelling at the base of his cock, the thick bulb of his knot that tells me he’s close.

I moan when it grinds into my clit, and he nips my lips in response. “You gonna come on my cock, Sorrel?”

I nod frantically. “Yes, alpha. Yes.”

Another curse from him as he releases one of my legs to reach between us and wrap his hand around his knot, keeping himself from thrusting too far in. But also squeezing it in how I know he needs, pulsing his fingers around it.

For some reason, that makes me… angry. Furious. I want to be the one to do that for him, to wring pleasure from his knot, to feel it swell and jerk and pulse with every lash of his cum filling me.

I knock his hand away and replace it with my own. My reward is a loud groaned, “oh, fuck, yes. Squeeze it just like that. Tighter. Yes. Fuck. Yes. Gonna fill you up, little beta. Gonna fucking breed you.”

My breathing stutters out at his heated declaration, at the immediate image of me dripping with cum, with all of their cum, and then my belly swollen with a growing life.

I come hard. So hard that I lose vision temporarily. So hard that I scream his name. So hard that my inner muscles clamp down tight enough on Gray that he loses his rhythm, hips stalling out with his cock buried deep inside me. His fingers close around mine, squeezing his knot tighter as he throws his head back, an animalistic roar reverberating around the shower. His knot swells even more and then pulses, the hot lash of his seed spilling inside me repeatedly, as his hips jerk and grind against me, our hands keeping him from filling me completely. Keeping him from knotting like I know he wants to.

His fingers tighten and release around mine, helping me urge more and more of his cum from him, until it spills out of me, smearing my thighs and his hips, dripping onto the shower floor to be washed away.

As he releases my hand and his knot, he lets out a weary sounding breath, his forehead dropping to my shoulder, before he nuzzles into my neck. “So fucking good,” he murmurs to my skin, teeth scraping over my pulse point.

My hands stroke over his broad shoulders, down his back, into his wet hair. His cock softens, and he slips out of me, a gush of our combined arousal spilling to the floor. He doesn’t set me down like I expect. Instead, he leans back just slightly, watching as his cum drips out of me, his expression heated and awed all at once. “God, that is so fucking sexy,” he mutters. “The only thing that could make it better is if Rafe and Liam’s seed were spilling out of you, too.”

My hips tilt slightly and my inner muscles clench, giving away how much I like the idea of that. He watches it all, before he slowly drags his eyes up my body to meet my gaze with burning intensity.

“Join our pack.”

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“Join our pack,” he repeats, sounding breathless and excited and worried all at once.

I blink up at him, drops of water run over my face. “Are you asking because we just had mind blowing sex? Or is this actually something you want?”

He smirks at me all smug bastard as his arm loops around my waist holding me up when my knees would have given out. “It’s both honestly. I want to do that with you every fucking morning.”

“The breakfast of champions,” I murmur, reaching up to brush the skin just outside his mating bite from Liam. He shudders under my touch, eyelids fluttering before he forces them open to pin me with his no nonsense look.

“Join our pack, sweet thing,” he repeats with more force, more assuredness. “We want you to be a part of us. I want to sink my teeth into your neck and bond you, to feel you, just like I can feel Liam and Rafe. Please, Sorrel.”

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