Page 55 of Knotted By the Demon

“Where do you think our alpha is?” I asked, trying to distract myself from the growing discomfort.

“Should we go look for him?” Greek asked, his voice tinged with concern.

I nodded, untangling myself from the blankets and sitting up. Cool air washed over me, and I let out a relieved sigh, though the ache in my belly persisted. Greek and I slipped out of bed, the cool air raising goosebumps on my skin.

My legs felt wobbly, but I pushed through it. We needed to find Demon. He wasn’t in the bathroom, though the fogged-up mirror and the faint scent of soap suggested he hadn’t too long ago finished his shower.

“Do you smell that?” Greek asked, his voice tight.

I inhaled deeply, and the scent hit me like a freight train—smoky cedarwood and leather, rich and heady, like a campfire in the woods after a storm. My stomach clenched, sharp and demanding, a sensation I couldn’t quite place. It wasn’t hunger. No, this was something else entirely, and it made my thighs press together.

The room seemed to sway, or maybe it was just me. Greek caught me by the arm before I could stumble. He pulled me close, and for a moment, the ache in my belly dulled. I pressed my cheek against his arm, breathing in his scent. Being close to him seemed to help whatever I had going on.

“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice filled with concern.

“I think so.” I shook my head, trying to clear the haze that was threatening to swallow me. “Let’s follow that scent. It’ll lead us to our runaway alpha.”

Greek nodded, his grip lingering on my arm for just a second longer before we moved. The scent grew stronger with every step, wrapping around me like a velvet rope and dragging me forward. Smoky cedarwood and leather, laced with something raw and primal. It made my mouth water and my heart race, each beat echoing in my chest like a drum.

And the way it mingled with Greek’s scent only amplified the heat coursing through my body. By the time we reached the laundry room, I was pressed so tightly against Greek’s side that I could feel the hammering of his heart.

The ache in my belly was no longer subtle. It was a roaring demand, each wave of it making me wetter. My pussy quivered, needy, hungry, and I was seconds away from shoving Greek to the floor and taking him right there. What the hell was wrong with me?

“I think he’s in there,” Greek said, gesturing to the door in front of us.

I blinked at it, the thought of Demon hiding in the basement doing nothing to cool the fire burning through me. Another pain tore through me, and I was unable to hide the discomfort from Greek this time. My fingers curled around Greek’s arm, holding on tighter than I meant to as I clenched my teeth, waiting for the pain to subside.

“Sofia, your scent,” Greek said, his eyes wide as he placed a hand against my forehead. His touch was a cool balm against my feverish skin. “It’s stronger. Spicier. And you feel hotter.”

“Do you think I’m getting sick?” I asked, though the words felt ridiculous as soon as they left my mouth.

This didn’t feel like a sickness. It felt like something alive, clawing at me from the inside. But it also felt sexual. I swear if my pussy quivered again, I was going to ride something, anything, a cock, a cucumber, whatever was thick and fuckable.Shit. What was wrong with me?

Greek opened his mouth to respond, but before he could speak, a deep, guttural growl echoed from below. The sound sent a shiver down my spine. Demon’s scent hit us like a tidal wave, spiking in intensity until it was all I could think about.

My knees nearly buckled, and next to me, Greek shuddered, his breath hitching. I glanced at him, my eyes dropping tothe thick cock straining against his thighs. Slick coated him, glistening in the dim light, so much that it dripped down his leg.

“I’m so wet,” he whispered, shivering.

I looked behind him, taking a peek at his tight ass. I nearly groaned at the sight of slick dripping down the back of his thighs, a small puddle forming on the floor behind him. Greek’s body was responding to Demon's scent, begging to be drilled. Needing it desperately. The sight of him like that made the fire in me blaze even hotter.

“Come on,” I said, grabbing his arm and dragging him toward the door.

I wanted to watch Demon pound our omega while I sucked Greek’s cock, drinking down his cum. Greek followed me, his slick-slickened cock bobbing with each step, his breaths coming short and fast. Together, we descended into the basement, rushing down the stairs, ready to lay eyes on our alpha.

The scent was overwhelming down here, so thick I could practically taste it. I wanted to taste it. I wanted to be draped in it, have it dripping from every inch of me. We stumbled down those last steps.

And then we saw him. Demon was sprawled on a bed in the corner of the room, his massive body gleaming with sweat. His hands were cuffed above his head, the muscles in his arms taut as if he’d been straining against the restraints. His legs were spread wide, ankles bound to the bedposts with thick cuffs.

His cock was an angry red, throbbing, and leaking precum in a steady stream that slicked the dark curls at its base and pooled on his stomach. His scent poured off him in waves, the smoky cedarwood and leather now tinged with something feral, something that made my mouth go dry and my pussy clench.

He growled low and deep, his hips bucking against the air as if he were trying to thrust into something that wasn’t there.His head snapped toward us, his blue eyes blazing with a feral hunger that made my clit throb.

“Don’t... come closer,” he rasped, his voice guttural, more beast than man.

But I couldn’t stop. Neither could Greek. Demon’s scent had ensnared us completely, dragging us into his orbit with a force I didn’t know how to fight. I didn’t want to fight it. I wanted to drown in it. Greek whimpered beside me, his hands trembling as they hovered near his dripping cock.

I wasn’t any better. My pussy was quivering with arousal, my hands itching to touch, to soothe, to claim.Mine. Demon was mine.Ours. And how dare he shut himself off from us when clearly, he needed us just as much as we needed him.

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