Page 31 of Hard Knot

It won’t continue with us around.

No fucking way. All that shit is stopping now.

Her moans grow louder as I push deeper, inch by inch until I’m fully seated inside her. She shudders, her breath coming in quick, shallow gasps as she adjusts to the stretch.

Just enjoying how her quaking walls swallow me up and pulse around my shaft is driving me mad. It’s taking everythingto stay still and not get moving — the torture both mesmerizing and tantalizing.

Like a dance of lust and agony.

I’m addicted to the pain and pleasure.

“Carter…” she whimpers, and the sound nearly undoes me.

I pull back slightly, then thrust forward, setting a slow, deliberate rhythm. Her whimpering moans only further turn me on as each movement sends waves of pleasure through both of us — her slick making it easy to glide in and out. Her walls grip me like a vice, and I groan, my hands tightening on her hips. I’m going to leave bruises with how I’m gripping her so tightly, as though I can’t imagine letting her go.

Right now, I don’t dare fathom the thought of this ending. This has to be the beginning of an addiction neither of us wants to heal from.

“You feel so good,” I growl, my lips brushing against her ear. “So fucking good.”

Her moans grow louder, her voice echoing against the tiled walls. The sound is pure music, and I want more.So much more.I could listen to her make these noises forever, and I can’t imagine what it would be like when she’s in Heat.

Begging for us to not stop fucking her, day and night.

I lean forward, pressing her against the wall as I pick up the pace, my thrusts growing harder, more desperate. Just the idea of her hard nipples pressing against the chilled frost of the tiles only has me grinning against her flesh as I lightly kiss her neck, keeping up my pace.

I’ve already left far too many marks, knowing damn well they’ll bruise and be visible on her porcelain flesh. I want everyone to see the damage I’ve laid.

To be the first to see that Abrecombie is far more worthy than they’ve labeled her at this forsaken shit of a school.

The shower does little to mask the sounds of our pleasure—her cries, my groans, the wet slap of skin against skin.

It’s raw, primal, and utterly intoxicating.

“I need you,” she gasps, her voice trembling. I know from the way she’s snaking me with her hot pussy that she’s getting closer to her climax.Just like me.“But…you’ll replace me. When the high is gone, you’ll find someone else. Some perfect Omega…who’s not some reject.”

“Never,” I growl, my hands gripping her hips tighter. I hate even hearing her speak like this. For her not to realize how she shines so brilliantly among the crowd.No one can compare.“You’re mine, Elizabeth. No one else. Ever.”

She wants to rebel, I know she does, but I increase the pace of my thrust, forcing her to accept my declaration as truth and not some lust-filled high. Her walls tighten around me at my words, and I chuckle darkly, the sound low and dangerous.

“You like that, don’t you?” I murmur. “Knowing you’re mine.”

She moans in response, her body trembling as she fights to keep herself upright. Seeing her in this submissive position is going to haunt me in my wet dreams.

“I’m close,” she warns, her voice high and breathless. “Carter, I’m so close.”

Fuck, me too.

I’m bracing for the inevitable. Hyping myself to fill her up with my seed. Just the thought is driving my Alpha instincts wild, and I don’t dare acknowledge the knot that’s forming at my base.

Secretly begging I’ll put it to use for once.

“Then be loud for me,” I say, my voice rough with need. “Let them all hear you, Omega. Let them know who you belong to.”

Her entire body shudders at my words, and I feel her tighten around me again, her slick making it even harder to hold back.

I grit my teeth, my fingers digging into her hips as I slam into her, chasing the release I can feel building.

“I’ll make sure we have an audience next time,” I whisper darkly, my lips brushing against her ear. “Since you like the idea of being caught.”

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