Page 35 of Knotted By the Demon

“Please...” I whimpered, though I didn’t know what I was begging for.

More? Softer? Harder? Her? Everything? She had taken control, and I was helpless against her. The only thing I could do was give her what she wanted. Me. My slick. My cum. Her lips left me with a wetpop, and I nearly sobbed at the loss. She leaned back slightly, her gaze never leaving mine as she licked her lips, slick and precum glistening on her chin.

“Grip my hair, omega,” she commanded, her tone husky and demanding, her words laced with a raw need that sent a fresh wave of arousal coursing through me. “Grip my hair and fuck my throat.”

I froze, her words crashing over me like a wave, overwhelming and intoxicating. My omega surged forward, claiming her command, demanding I obey. My hand moved on its own, tangling in her wet hair, gripping it tightly but not harshly. Her smile widened, her lips parting in anticipation as she leaned forward again, taking me back into her mouth.

I groaned, my hips bucking forward, instinct taking over as I thrust into her mouth. Her lips sealed around my cock, her throat relaxing as she took me deeper, her hands clutching my thighs to steady herself. I whimpered as her tongue pressedagainst the underside of my shaft, teasing and caressing as her throat tightened around me.

“Sofia,” I gasped, her name tumbling from my lips like a prayer. “You feel... so good. I can’t—”

Her moan vibrated against me, cutting off my words, sending a shockwave of pleasure through me that had my hips snapping forward again. She gagged slightly, the sound sending a sinful thrill through me, but she didn’t stop. She didn’t pull back. She took me deeper, swallowing around me as if she craved every inch of me.

Her lips slid down to the base of my cock, her throat taking me in fully, and I cried out, my grip on her hair tightening. Slick and precum dripped from the corners of her mouth, trailing down her chin and mixing with the water cascading over her skin. The sight was too much, too erotic, too perfect. I couldn’t hold back.

I thrust into her mouth again and again, her lips wrapping tightly around me, her tongue teasing and coaxing me to the edge. Her eyes remained locked on mine, filled with a raw, unbridled hunger that matched the ferocity of her movements.

Her moans only heightened my pleasure, the vibrations against my cock sending me spiraling further into bliss. My body trembled, every muscle taut as the pressure built inside me, threatening to snap. I could feel it – the release, the explosion, the inevitability of giving her everything I had.

“Sofia,” I choked out, my voice ragged and desperate. “I’m... I’m so close.”

She hummed in response, the sound urging me on, her throat working around me as she swallowed, taking me deeper still. I couldn’t stop, couldn’t think, couldn’t do anything but give in to her completely. My climax hit me like a tidal wave, crashing over me and ripping a raw, savage cry from my throat.

“Sofiaaaaa.”

My cock throbbed in her mouth as I came, the hot spurts spilling down her throat as she continued to suck, her lips never faltering. She swallowed every drop, her throat working around me, milking me for everything I had. My hips jerked involuntarily, the aftershocks leaving me trembling as she continued to hold me, her lips still wrapped around me as I convulsed.

Finally, I sagged against the wall, my grip on her hair loosening as the last of my orgasm faded. She pulled back slowly, her lips sliding over my cock one final time before she released me. Her tongue darted out to catch the slick that clung to her lips, and she smiled up at me, her eyes bright with satisfaction.

“You taste better than I imagined, Little Rabbit,” she murmured, her voice soft but teasing, her fingers tracing lazy patterns over my thighs. “I’ll be dreaming about this for a long time.”

I stared down at her, breathless and wrecked, my omega purring contentedly. Sofia had claimed me in every way that mattered, and I knew I would never be the same. She had ruined me for any other woman, and I was more than okay with that. This Little Fox was the woman of my dreams.

And I never wanted to wake up.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

SOFIA

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I was addicted to the taste ofmyomega. And Greek was definitely that.Mine. I couldn’t stop the primal need to claim him from taking hold of me. I was a beta, for crying out loud. Yet, I wanted to bite his throat and leave a necklace of my claim marks across his pale skin. But I was a beta, for crying out loud.

Claiming him was impossible. Even if I bit him, the mark wouldn’t stay. It would heal. It would disappear. I could never claim him, not in the traditional sense. But I still planned to claim him in my own way. I stared up at him, the taste of his slick on my tongue, on my skin, in my stomach.

“Will you,” I started, then paused.

Where was this sudden shyness coming from? I’d just sucked him off, swallowing his slick and cum like it was Christmas dinner. I shoved that shyness aside, not wanting it to get in the way of what I wanted, what I craved.

“Will you kiss me?” I asked, desperately wanting to feel his mouth on mine.

He didn’t answer – not with words. He just leaned closer, towering over me and making me feel tiny in his presence. Isqueed on the inside as he lowered his head. Being the impatient beta that I was, I came up on my tiptoes, meeting him halfway.

Our lips met in the softest caress. His lips were like the perfect pillows, not too soft but not hard at all. Just... perfect. That was the only word that came to mind.Perfect. They moved against mine, soft and insistent. My lips parted, and his tongue slid inside, rubbing against mine, tasting me, tasting himself on me.

This omega was sweet everywhere, and I was seriously becoming addicted to every part of him. His hands moved around my body. I shivered, leaning even closer to him, my breasts pressing against him, unable to hide just how hard he had my nipples.

When he pulled away from the kiss, a low growl escaped me. Again, I was a beta for crying out loud. What was with me and all this growling? All I knew was that I didn’t want to stop kissing Greek. He chuckled as he stared down at me.

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