Page 34 of Knight With Benefits

Her back arched as I slid my fingers through the slick smearing her lower lips before circling her clit, but I slowed as her eyes opened and met mine.

“No knot. Please.”

The fear I saw killed any disappointment I might have felt. I’d told her she was safe with me, and I’d never turn myself into a liar.

“Okay, Beautiful, no knot. But I still want you to come on my cock so I can spill inside you.”

I let the circles get tighter, the edge of my fingertip brushing her clit as I picked up speed again, driving into her as hard as I could. I still held her leg trapped over my arm, and I could feel the muscles flexing as she drew closer to her release.

“There it is. Come for me, Gwyn.”

Her whole body tensed, her breasts thrust high when her back arched and she cried out. It was too tempting to resist, so I captured one dusky nipple in my mouth as I shifted to grip my knot.

Her pussy was still spasming as the first jet of cum pulsed from my tip, coating her inner walls. When I felt her orgasm ease I pulled out to let the rest of mine land on her mound and lower lips, the sight sending another surge through me that kept my shaft hard despite the release.

I had to drag my gaze away before I started rutting her again, the desire for her just as strong as it had been when we’d only been teasing. If anything, it was stronger, knowing how well she took me, but the vulnerable look on her face had my focus shifting.

Releasing her leg, I leaned down on my elbows again, cupping her face with both hands. I didn’t need a bond to know this moment was a flood of emotions for her, but I had no way of guessing what she needed from me without that inside knowledge.

I pressed my lips to hers, gently stroking my tongue along her bottom lip for permission to deepen the kiss. A part of me relaxed when she let me in, and I kept the kiss sweet instead of trying to stir her into more. I’d have gladly gone another round, but the concrete floor wasn’t the best place for it.

Pulling back, I found a softer expression on her face, but she still didn’t seem comfortable. Locked on my knot, her brain would have been pumping happy hormones through her, but without that, it seemed like she wasn’t sure what to do next.

“So, this is the part where it can get awkward. Do we want to muddle through that, or do we skip ahead to the comfortable part?”

Her lips twitched as if she wanted to laugh, her eyes crinkling in the corners.

“Is it possible to skip ahead, because I’m not a fan of awkward.”

“Absolutely.”

I jumped to my feet and pulled her up with me, the weariness of the day gone after the reward of what had happened afterward.

“I’ve got some water and rags in the truck, just give me a second and I’ll get you cleaned up.”

No alpha worth the designation failed to care for an omega after sex, and I wasn’t going to skip out on that part just because it meant a little more work since we didn’t have working plumbing. I had my pants yanked up and was out the door before she could voice the protest I knew was coming. Gwyn wanted to be independent, and that was great, but I’d helped make the mess, so I was going to help clean it up.

Even if I’d have preferred to do it with my tongue.

I was already wetting the rag as I came back through the door. I entered the dining room to her already clasping her bra, and I couldn’t say it wasn’t disappointing. A young, tight body might be what women always strived for, but I loved her curves. They gave me something to hold on to and made her cuddlier, the softness complimenting my hard angles.

“Oh, I can—”

“Nope.”

I dropped to my knees in front of her, ignoring the wide-eyed look of panic she gave me. Wrapping one hand around her thigh to squeeze the back of it, I held her in place so I could wipe her mound before using two fingers to dip between and clean her lower lips. She was stiff, frozen in place, but I didn’t miss the scent of fresh slick when I pulled my fingers free. It made me want to lean forward and use my tongue after all, but I had to remind myself I needed to go slow, and this moment was fragile.

She was still stiff and trembling when I stood. Both of us were breathing heavy, one move away from devolving into either hysterics, or a fresh round of fucking, and I knew I needed to give her time to process.

Swallowing hard, I forced myself to take a step back and grab my shirt from the floor, pulling it over my head. I had no problem being naked, shifters were almost immune to nudity since we were exposed to it so much, but I hoped covering myself would help her relax.

Finally moving, Gwyn pulled her shirt on and snagged her underwear from where I’d tossed them as I grabbed her jeans. I knelt and held them open for her, releasing a relieved sigh when she stepped into the denim after donning her undies without resisting my help. My bear wanted to drag her back to our den and snuggle her after seeing that she was stuffed with food and water, but unable to do that, the minor ways to care for her helped settle him.

“Thanks.”

Standing again, I put my finger under her chin and tipped her head back, making her meet my eyes. Her cheeks were still flushed, hair sticking along her neck, and the thoroughly fucked look was so perfect on her I wanted to keep her that way.

“We skipped the awkward, remember? We’re at the confident and comfortable stage.”

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