Page 54 of Knotted By the Demon

Every sound, every thought, every fucking breath was consumed by them. Sofia’s sexy ass and the way she moved it, Greek’s soft moan, and the image of his slick cock sliding into her tight channel, the wet slap of skin against skin.

Fuck!

It was all I could hear, all I could feel, and it was driving me mad. My cock leaked continuously, the ache unbearable as I bucked, rocking the bed, my growls turning into desperate, ragged sounds. I needed them. But all I could do was lie there, restrained and helpless, as my rut tore through me, dragging me under like a riptide.

And I hated every fucking second of it.

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SOFIA

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I was tucked snugly in Greek’s arms, his warmth pressed against my back like a cocoon I didn’t want to leave. His chest rose and fell evenly, but I could feel the insistent pressure of his thick cock resting against my ass. He was already hard again.

I wanted to push against him and tell him to take me there, to fill my ass with his shaft. But I had other plans for my sweet omega, plans involving our alpha.Speaking of our alpha!Where was Demon, anyway? The faint scent of him had teased my senses earlier when I was riding Greek.

That single whiff of his true scent had been enough to push me over the edge, urging me to grind harder, take more, lose myself completely to the pleasure. Now, though, his scent had faded a little. Still there, but overshadowed by mine and Greek’s.

“Do you think our alpha chickened out on us?” I asked.

“I hope not,” Greek murmured, his voice raspier than usual. “I got a whiff of his true scent earlier, and it’s the reason I’m still hard right now.”

I couldn’t help myself. I pushed back against him, pressing my ass into his cock. I rolled my hips slowly. He groaned, a deep sound that made me smile.

“Are you saying all of that isn’t for me?” I teased, arching my back just enough to make him twitch against me.

His response surprised me. Instead of shying away, he gripped my hips and thrust against me.

“Everything I have is for you,” he said, his voice a low growl that sent a shiver down my spine. “You and Demon. I’ve fed you my cum already. Now, I want to feed our alpha. Don’t worry. As soon as he’s had his fill, I’ll make sure you’re dripping my slick soon after.”

“Greek!” I laughed, turning my head to glance at him over my shoulder. His face was flushed, his eyes brighter than usual, full of a confidence I hadn’t seen before. “I see your naughty omega side is coming out, and I love it.”

“I love you,” he whispered. His eyes widened like he hadn’t meant to say it but couldn’t take it back now. “I mean...”

Those words had hit me like a sudden storm, unexpected and powerful enough to leave me breathless. My heart stutteredin my chest, and I turned fully in his arms, pressing my hands against his chest to stare up at him.

“No takebacks,” I told him, already wanting to hear him say those three words again. I searched his gaze. “I’ve never been in love before,” I admitted. “But I’m pretty sure what I feel for you could be considered falling in love.”

“Really?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper, as if he didn’t quite believe me.

“Really, Greek. I want to be with you. I don’t want to let you go. Ever. And I’ve never felt this way before.”

“I don’t want to let you go either,” he said, his arms tightening around me. “If I ever upset you, don’t turn your back on me. I’ll do better, I promise.”

“You don’t have to worry about that,” I said, smiling softly. “Upsetting me will only make me pout for a little while. I never hold grudges. And if I do something that upsets you, just tell me. I’m not perfect, Greek. Sometimes, I act without thinking. And I say whatever comes to mind. I need to work on that.”

“I think you’re perfect just the way you are,” he murmured, brushing a hand over my forehead. “You’re sweating.”

I laughed, lifting a hand to swipe at the dampness on my brow. “It’s hot under all these blankets. How are you not melting?”

He shrugged, a small smile playing on his lips. “Maybe it’s an omega thing.”

“Maybe,” I agreed, though I didn’t really want to leave the warmth of his arms.

Still, the heat was starting to get unbearable, and the ache in my abdomen wasn’t helping. I wasn’t sure what it was. Hunger, maybe? No, this felt sharper, deeper. Maybe I was getting sick. Or had to use the bathroom. One or the other.

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