Page 69 of Knotted By the Demon

“You’re doing so well,” he murmured, his lips brushing against my jaw. “Taking me so perfectly, Little Rabbit. If Sofia was in here, she’d be so proud of our omega.”

His words sent a shiver down my spine, and I tilted my head, baring my neck to him instinctively. The action surprised me, but it felt right, natural. Demon’s breath hitched, his lips grazing the sensitive skin of my throat as his hips began to move, his cock thrusting into me.

The rhythm was intoxicating, each thrust sending sparks of pleasure through me, igniting every nerve. I clung to him, my fingers trailing down his back, feeling the tension in his muscles as he held himself back. I wanted to tell him not to, to let go, to lose himself in me, but the words caught in my throat.

“Demon,” I whispered, my voice trembling. “Please bite me. Mark me. I need it.”

He stilled, his cock buried deep inside me, and his head lifted to meet my gaze. The intensity in his eyes stole my breath, and for a moment, I thought he might refuse.

“I’ll gladly mark you,” he said, his voice a low growl. “But not without Sofia here. She should see it. She should know.”

The heat in his words made my cock throb, slick dripping down my thighs as I nodded. “Yes, she has to be here,” I whispered. “Keep moving. Keep fucking me, alpha.”

Demon didn’t need any more encouragement. His hips moved again, his thrusts deeper, harder, as if my words had snapped something inside him. I cried out, my hands fisting in the fleece beneath me as he filled me over and over, each movement dragging me closer to the edge.

His mouth found mine, his lips claiming me in a kiss that was as possessive as it was tender. His tongue swept against mine, and I moaned into his mouth, the pleasure building to an unbearable peak. My cock throbbed between us, trapped against his hard abdomen, slick coating both our skin.

“You feel so good,” Demon murmured against my lips, his voice ragged. “So fucking right.”

The knot at the base of his cock pressed against my entrance with each thrust, teasing me, stretching me further. I whimpered, my legs tightening around his waist as I tried to take him deeper, needing every part of him.

“Demon,” I gasped, my voice breaking. “I’m so close.”

“Let go,” he growled, his hands gripping my hips tightly. “Come for me, Little Rabbit.”

His words were my undoing. My body tensed, every muscle locking up as the pleasure crashed over me, sharp and overwhelming. I cried out his name, my cock jerking between us as I came, slick and cum spilling over our skin.

Demon’s growl deepened, his thrusts growing erratic as he chased his own release. The knot at the base of his cock finally pressed inside me, locking us together as he came, filling me with his warmth. I whimpered at the stretch, the feeling of him so deep inside me, so completely mine.

We stayed like that, tangled together, our breaths mingling as we came down from the high. His hands roamed over my body, soothing and possessive, as he pressed kisses to my forehead, my cheeks, my lips.

“You’re mine,” he murmured, his voice soft but firm. “You and Sofia. Both of you. I’ll never let you go. Either of you. Mine.”

I nodded, my heart swelling with a warmth that had nothing to do with the heat still lingering in my body. “Always,” I whispered, my fingers brushing against his cheek.

Demon smiled, a rare, beautiful thing that made my chest ache. And in that moment, I knew I’d never felt safer, never felt more complete than I did in his arms. But the space next to me felt cold.

I frowned. “Alpha, where the hell is our Little Fox?”

A yawn escaped me. I know my alpha answered me, but I was already drifting off to sleep. When I woke up, I expected to see my beta on top of me, riding me with wild abandon. Until then,I would rest. I would sleep tucked against my alpha. Safe and sound.

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SOFIA

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I’ll never grow tired of riding my omega’s cock. Greek writhed beneath me, his slick coating my thighs, making every movement between us wet and intoxicatingly messy. His cries were soft but desperate, his hands gripping my hips as I rode him, our bodies moving in a rhythm dictated by his heat and my own growing hunger.

My body burned with a fever that had been building for days, leaving me lightheaded and drenched in sweat, but now it was something more. This was no cold. I wasn’t sick. It was as though fire had replaced the blood in my veins, licking at every nerve ending, urging me to move faster, to take more, to claim.

His scent—honey and orange blossoms—wrapped around me. My own scent had changed, growing sharper, spicier. Itfilled the air, mingling with his, a potent mix that made Demon growl low from his place at the edge of the nest, where he watched us with a hunger that made me wetter.

“Something’s different,” Demon rumbled, his voice gravelly, his sharp eyes locked on me. “What’s happening, Little Fox? Are you okay?”

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