Page 66 of Knot All that Glitters: Part 1

I swallow around the lump in my throat and nod, my hands sliding to grip his shoulders. He’s not going to give me the words I want. I know that now, but I can at least get the orgasm, the pleasure. I can at least give him what he needs when he’s already given me so much.

I lean up until I can nip at his ear. “Will you knot me, alpha?”

He groans, his forehead falling to mine. “You sure you want me to? You won’t be able to get away.”

“I don’t want to get away,” I murmur.

Hale lifts his head and stares down at me, icy eyes incredulous. “What the fuck am I going to do with you, mouse?” My brow wrinkles, and so does his. I don’t know what he’s really asking, but it feels like more than a surface level question. There’re depths there I’m not ready to swim, so I lean up and nip his chin.

“You’re going to keep fucking me, knot me, and fill me up with your cum, because I’m your good little slut. And I need it.”

A sound I’ve never heard anyone make rumbles from his chest, vibrates into me. His eyes slip closed as his nostrils flare. “Fuck, Haven,” he mutters. “Do you have any idea what that dirty mouth of yours does to me?”

“I have some idea, alpha,” I say back, rolling my hips up to fuck myself onto his cock. “You gonna give me what I need?”

His icy blue eyes open. “Of course I am. It’s what good alphas do. Give their omega what they need.”

I try not to let the words sink into my heart, try to keep them from settling into my bones. But hearing Hale claim me as his omega like that, even if he didn’t say it completely, it warms me, especially on the heels of my confession. This feels like a confession of his own.

Hale kisses me one more time before rearing up to his knees with my ass and legs draped over his thighs. His hands grip my waist, dragging me up and down his cock, as he thrusts with his hips, hitting hard and deep. My hair slides across the mattress. It’ll be a rat’s nest by the time this is over, but the pleasure coursing through my body doesn’t give me a chance to care. “Come for me, omega,” he demands. “Come on my cock, and then I’ll knot you. Give it to me, baby. I know you want to.”

He plucks roughly at my nipples with one hand, the other slides until his thumb presses roughly against my clit, circling it, making my head thrash as the pleasure coils tighter and tighter. “Fuck yes, just like that. I’m so close. So fucking close. Yes. Yes.”

“So tight, mouse,” he moans, fucking into me harder, thumb working overtime on my clit as he grips the base of my throat again, using it to hold me steady so he can get deeper.

“Come for me,” he orders, just shy of a bark, and surprisingly, it doesn’t take me out of the moment. Instead, the pleasure snaps, and I scream his name, muscles clamping tight, vision going spotty as stars burst. But I swear I see Hale twist his head to the right and wink at someone?

I follow his line of vision, but don’t see anyone.

“Eyes on me, omega,” he demands and my gaze snaps back to him, just as he pushes forward, his knot pressing, pressing, pressing, pressure builds and then releases with a pop as my body gives way for his before locking down tight.

I come again, listening as Hale grunts his own release, hissing my name, his cum spilling inside me just like I wanted, that warmth spreading all through my belly. There’s a breathlessweightless moment, where we both float in the absolute pleasure of being knotted and then he folds in half, collapsing his full weight on top of me.

I wind my boneless arms around his shoulders, cradling him against me as best as I can as he pants, hot air blowing over my skin. The weight of him, his smell, his entire body wrapped around mine feels so fucking good. I feel myself melting under him, giving way to him. A feeling of safety swamps me, of this being right.

This is where I’m meant to be, pinned by Hale Calloway’s cock, with his weight pressing me into the mattress.

“Jesus,” he groans into my neck. “I fucking forgot-”

He cuts off with a grunt, but I’m not sure why. He doesn’t say anything else for a long time. We just lay there, hips locked together, breathing slowing and then evening out. My fingers stroke along his shoulders, down his spine, through his dark hair.

“Feels good,” he murmurs against my neck, sounding sleepy.

“Good,” I whisper back. “Feels good to me too.”

He kisses my shoulder, then shifts back, letting a rush of cold air between our bodies. But he doesn’t let the space linger for long, gathering me into his arms and rolling us, so he’s sitting against the headboard with me draped over his lap.

I nuzzle against his chest as he tucks a blanket over us, trapping our heat together. I listen to the steady thrum of his heart under my ear and wonder how the hell I’m supposed to go back to my normal life tomorrow, now that I know a life like this exists.

What I wouldn’t give to just tuck myself amidst the Calloway pack and hide from my father, from the world.

But that’s just not feasible.

I sigh, and Hale’s hands stop their gentle sweeping up and down my back. “What’s wrong, mouse?”

Tipping my head back, I find him looking down at me with a furrow in his brows. “I don’t want to go home tomorrow. I’m not ready for this to be over.”

The furrow deepens. “First, this isn’t over just because you go home. And second, if you don’t want to leave, then don’t.”

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