Page 62 of Knot All that Glitters: Part 1

Apparently, Haven hasn’t enjoyed sleeping alone in our house. Not if the way she’s bouncing on her toes in excitement is any sign.

“Really,” I confirm, booping the end of her nose. Who the hell am I?

“I’ve never slept with anyone,” she admits. “I might be bad at it.”

I laugh and turn her toward the stairs, swatting her ass to get her moving and ignore Creed fuming behind us altogether. “I doubt that.”

Haven’s eyes twinkle as she looks at me over her shoulder. “You never know. I might snore, or starfish. I bet I starfish.”

She doesn’t. I know because I’ve peeked in on her a few times during the night, and Haven Bell sleeps curled on her side, with her hands tucked under her chin, silent as the fucking grave. I had to check she was breathing the first few times.

“You can starfish all over me if you want, mouse.”

She laughs, and my chest warms. “I’m gonna hold you to that. That means you can’t get mad if you wake up with me splayed on top of you.” Just the idea of that is enough to get me hard. Waking up with her soft little body draped over my chest, her pussy nestled on top of my morning wood, all hot and wet and willing. I have a feeling sleepy morning sex with her would be a thing of beauty.

I press myself into her back, letting her feel my erection. Her footsteps falter, and I catch her by her elbows, holding her in place so I can grind my cock into her ass. “I like the idea of that very much, omega,” I grit out into her ear. “Very fucking much.”

She whimpers and, my god, my cock gets even fucking harder.

I slide my hand onto her belly. And then down lower, until I’m cupping between her legs, using my grip there to guide her forward, down the hall and into my bedroom, all the while pressing into her back.

She’s completely flushed by the time we reach it, chest heaving with every breath. The faint scent of her arousal reaches my nose and, not for the first time, I wish she wouldn’t take suppressants. The drugs Tic slips into her coffee every morning help to counterbalance them, but we don’t want to do too much too fast. She’d be bound to notice if she suddenly started perfuming heavily. So we’ve been steadily increasing the dosage over the last week. Of course, that’s all going to stop once she returns to her father.

I wonder if she would keep taking it herself if we told her it was a supplement, something to keep her healthy.

Tic is almost obsessive about making sure she gets the right nutrients now, so it would stand to reason he’d want that to continue when she’s no longer here with us.

I make a mental note to ask him about it in the morning, and to come up with a way to convince Haven to take them.

But for now, I push the thought aside and sweep my hands up the front of her shirt, cupping her breasts in my palms. She arches back into me, a moan falling from her lips. She’s so warm and soft, her skin like silk. In all honesty, I could spend fucking hours just touching her, running the tips of my fingers over her, mapping every inch of her body. But that’s not necessarily something we can use, and it won’t get me any points.

I shift both of us, turning Haven so she’s facing the camera she’ll never see and tug my shirt up and over her head. Her hair cascades down her back, a silky chocolate brown that makes my mouth water. Which is weird. I’ve never gotten turned on by the color of someone’s hair. Until her.

I trail kisses over her shoulders, across her birthmark as my fingers toy with the elastic of her sleep shorts. “May I?”

She gives a sharp short nod and I push the fabric down, letting it pool at her feet. Haven kicks it away and then turns to look up at me, completely bare, pink nipples hard and pointing right at me, lower lips glistening with slick. She’s fucking beautiful. Maybe the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.

She bites her lower lip and drops her eyes, arms creeping over her stomach and breasts. “No,” I growl, hands snapping out to curl around her wrists. “No, mouse, you don’t hide yourself from me. Not one single fucking inch, you hear me?”

She looks up at me from beneath her lashes. “It’s just… I’ve never been totally naked with someone before. No one’s seen me like this.”

Aw, fuck. That does something to my heart and I’m not sure I like it. “I see you, mouse.”

Her lips tip up into a small smile. “You do.” She reaches out and plucks at my shirt. “Can I see you?”

I don’t hesitate to reach one hand behind my head and yank my shirt off, dropping it carelessly to the ground. Haven watches me, chest flushing a deeper shade of pink as she takes in my chest, the swirls of ink covering it. One hand drifts up and bushes over the bit of metal in my nipple. “Did that hurt?”

“Yes,” the sound comes out strained, because holy fuck just her little hand on my bare skin, flicking that barbell has my cock weeping, angry it’s not already inside her. “But it feels really fucking good now.”

She giggles and strokes over it again. That sound has me lurching forward, grabbing her up by her thighs, lifting her until she crashes against me, bare skin on bare skin. She squeaks and wraps her arms around me. “Kiss me,” I demand and she does, dropping her head to flick her tongue in my mouth.

I don’t think I’ll ever tire of kissing Haven Bell. Her taste, her scent, the soft feel of her silky tongue against mine, the scrape of her teeth over my lip as she sucks it into her mouth.

I carry her over to the bed, our mouths melding the entire time, her fingers tight in my hair, angling me how she wants me. I allow it for the moment, that moment of control, because as soon as she’s on her back, I’m taking it back. Taking her.

I kneel on the bed before bending at the waist, letting her land softly. Her arms slide from around my shoulders as I sit back on my heels, taking in her naked beauty, splayed across the mattress. “So pretty, little mouse,” I murmur, stroking a singled finger from between her breasts all the way down to her little clit, already swollen with arousal, with need. For me.

Her hips jump, and she moans when I circle that needy little bead. “I think I’m gonna have to taste you, omega. Gonna need to put my mouth right here,” I press down and she gasps, “And eat you all up. You want that?”

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