Page 57 of Knot All that Glitters: Part 1

“Fuck, Haven,” Creed growls, flicking his cigarette away. Then he closes the distance between us and wraps me up in his arms. His cheek rubs over the top of my head, bathing me in his rich petrichor scent. “Don’t cry, okay? Please don’t cry. I can’t stand it.”

My hands curl into his suit jacket and I do my best to sniff away the tears, but it doesn’t help. “I didn’t mean it,” he murmurs. “It’s not your fault. Nothing is your fucking fault. We weren’t in a great place to begin with.”

“But I make it worse, don’t I?”

He doesn’t answer, which is answer enough. “I’ll go,” I say, nodding against his chest.

His arms tighten around me. “No, you’re not going anywhere. It’s not you, baby girl. I promise. It’s not you. It’s that…” he pauses, gathering his thoughts, choosing his words carefully. “Hale and I, we have different opinions on the situation. He wants to just dive right in and damn the consequences, and I want to be sure. I want you to be sure.”

“You said that before. But, Creed, I am sure. I promise you I am.”

His big hand strokes up and down my spine. “You were about to walk away from us.”

It’s a struggle not to stomp my foot in frustration. This man is so confusing. “Because I don’t want to hurt you! Any of you! And if removing myself from the situation helps with that, then I’ll do it.”

“I believe you,” he says. “You’d tear your own heart apart to keep us from hurting.”

“I would.”

He’s quiet for a moment. There’s only the sound of our breathing and the soft rasp of his palm sliding over the fabric of my top. “I’m sure about you too, Haven,” he whispers. “So sure. But there are things you don’t know-”

I pull back to peer up at him. “I don’t care.”

“You should. Youwill.”

“There are things you don’t know about me, Creed. We’ve known each other for a handful of weeks. Of course, we don’tknow everything about each other. But if you feel for me what I feel for you, then don’t we owe it to ourselves to try… really try?”

His eyes drift closed, and he presses his forehead to mine. “We do.”

Those two words light me up like a sparkler on the Fourth of July. A giddy bubble builds in my chest at his confession. “So you want me to stay?”

“I do. So bad.” He sounds fucking tortured by the fact. I don’t want him to feel that way. I want him as giddy as I am.

My fingers trail over his stomach to his belt. He pulls his head back in surprise. “What are you doing?”

“Celebrating?” I drop to my knees as I pull his zipper down. He watches me for a moment, then flicks his gaze around the alley.

“I don’t know if that’s a good idea, baby girl.” But the way his cock jumps when I brush my fingers over it tells me he actually thinks it’s a great idea.

I curl my fingers in the elastic of his boxer briefs, toying with it. “If you really want me to stop, I will.” Because I’m not a monster who’s going to force him into a situation he’s not comfortable with. “I just thought since your pack mates have all marked me with their cum, you might want to as well.”

Creed’s mouth parts, and he swallows thickly before looking around again. “Fuck it. Take my cock out, baby girl. Leave your lipstick smeared all over my dick. Mark me up like I’m gonna mark you.”

I happily comply, leaning up to get closer to him and my hands pull him out of his tight boxer briefs. And then I curse quietly. Because… well, he’s huge. I should have known from the size of his body that he’d have a cock to match, but, good god, I’m not sure I’ll be able to get him in my vagina, never mind my mouth.

Creed chuckles. “Don’t worry, little omega, I’ll fit wherever you want me to. We’ll make sure of it.”

I look up at him and curl my hand around his girth. “I want to believe you, Creed, really I do, but look at you!” There’s conservatively an inch and a half of space between my thumb and the tips of my fingers.

Another of those dirty chuckles. “You’ve just got little hands.” He curls one of his much larger hands around mine and his fist wraps around his whole cock, engulfing my fingers right along with it. Using our combined grip, he taps against my lips with the tip of his cock. “Come on, be my good girl and open up. Swallow me as deep as you can.”

It’s almost like a dare, like he thinks I’m going to back down from this, or like he thinks I’ll be lucky to get my mouth around even the red, glossy tip. But I’m determined and I don’t have a gag reflex so he’s in for a surprise.

I start slow, timid, my tongue flicking out to taste his pre-cum—a strange, but delicious combination of cool rain and salt. He groans at the first touch, his freehand moving to cup the top of my head gently, carefully.

There’s tension running through him and I can tell he’s holding himself back.

At the moment, I appreciate it. I wasn’t joking about him having a monster cock. He does. And while I’m pretty confident, I’ll be able to take most, if not all, of him, I want to work up to him fucking my throat with abandon.

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