Page 72 of Knotted By the Demon

But my body was still alight, my blood humming with an energy I didn’t entirely understand.Alpha mode. That’s what Greek had called it, and he wasn’t wrong. I was in alpha mode. I felt it in every fiber of my being. I felt the strength, the sharp edge of dominance begging to be tested. And I wanted to test it onhim. On Demon.

I crawled around the edge of our nest, not wanting to wake our sleeping omega. My body moved with predatory ease as I approached where Demon lay, his broad frame stretched out on the other side of Greek. He was awake. Unable to sleep, just like I was. He watched me approach, his piercing blue eyes tracking my every movement, the rise and fall of his chest growing heavier as I neared.

“You watching me, big guy?” I teased, my voice low, carrying a challenge.

“Always,” he rumbled, his tone dark and gravelly, his hands flexing at his sides like he was barely holding himself back. “You look like you’re about to start some trouble, Little Alpha.”

I smirked, the heat in his gaze sending a thrill through me. “Maybe I am, Big Alpha.”

I crawled closer, letting my hands slide over his hard, muscled chest. His skin was warm under my palms, his scent filling my senses, addictive and intoxicating. He exhaled a shuddering breath as I straddled him, pressing my hips down just enough to feel the heat of his cock against my wetness.

“I have a question,” I murmured, leaning closer until our noses nearly touched, my hard nipples pressed against his solid chest.

“Ask it,” he growled, his voice tight, his hands gripping the sheets like he was using every ounce of restraint not to flip me over and take control.

“Do you want to feel my lock?” The words fell from my lips like a dare, a challenge I wasn’t sure he’d take.

His eyes darkened, his jaw tightening. “I want it,” he said, his voice rough with need. “I want it so fucking badly.”

“Then take it,” I murmured, catching his bottom lip between my teeth before crushing my mouth to his.

His kiss was fire, scorching and consuming, our tongues clashing as we fought for dominance. He growled against my lips, his hands flying to my hips, gripping me hard enough to leave marks as he ground his hips upward, pressing his cock against the wet heat of my core. I ground against him hard, pressing my pussy against his rock-hard cock, smearing my juices across his length.

I broke the kiss, panting as I stared down at him, my hair falling around us like a curtain. “You think you can handle this, big guy?” I taunted, rolling my hips slowly, teasing him with just enough friction to drive him mad.

“I can handle anything you throw at me,” he snarled, his grip on my hips tightening. “But can you handle me?” He bucked against me, making me growl.

“Let’s find out.”

Before he could respond, I grabbed his wrists, pinning them above his head. He growled low in his throat, his muscles flexing beneath me, but he didn’t fight me. Instead, he let me take control, his blue eyes blazing as he watched me with a hunger that made my core tighten.

“You’re letting me win,” I accused, grinding down harder, feeling his cock twitch beneath me.

“Only because I want to see what you’ll do,” he shot back, his lips curling into a smirk. “Show me what you’ve got, Little Alpha.”

The challenge sent a surge of heat through me, and I leaned down, capturing his lips in another fierce kiss as I reached between us, wrapping my hand around his thick cock. He groaned into my mouth as I stroked him, his precum slicking my palm as I guided him to my entrance.

The stretch was exquisite, the fullness stealing my breath as I sank down on him, inch by inch, until I was seated fully, his cock buried deep inside me. He growled, his head falling back against the pillow, his hands flexing above his head where I still held them.

“Fuck, Sofia,” he bit out, his voice strained. “You feel—”

“Perfect?” I finished for him, rolling my hips slowly, savoring the way he filled me, stretched me, claimed me.

“Better than perfect,” he groaned, his hips bucking involuntarily. “So much better.”

I set the pace, taking my time as I rode him, my hands still pinning his wrists. He growled and cursed beneath me, his muscles flexing with the effort of holding himself back. Hisrestraint only fueled me, made me want to push him, to break him, to see him come undone beneath me.

And I knew it was coming because I could feel my pussy quivering around his cock, my body ready to control him, dominate him, lock him.

“Demon,” I whispered, leaning down until my lips brushed his ear. “Do you feel it?”

“What?” he rasped, his breath hot against my skin.

“My lock.”

He froze, his body going rigid as my sex clenched around him, the instinctive grip of my body taking hold, locking us together. His head snapped up, his eyes wide as he stared at me, his pupils blown with lust and something more—wonder, awe, disbelief.

“Fuck,” he breathed, his voice trembling. “Sofia...”

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