Page 65 of Knot All that Glitters: Part 1

I’m beyond caring. He watches me as I position him at my entrance. The smooth hot head of him notching inside. Only at this point, when I feel the initial stretch, do I pause. But not because I want him to stop. “Condom?”

Hale tsks, shaking his head. “Filthy little sluts don’t ask for condoms. They let their alphas fuck them raw and dirty, don’t they?”

It’s stupid to let him. I don’t know where Hale’s cock has been. I don’t know the last time he had an STI test. But I am on birth control. And I doubt he would knowingly fuck me if he had an infection.

People don’t do that.

Right?

Hale gives my mouth a warning nip. “You said you wanted me to fill you with my cum, mouse. How am I supposed to do that if there’s a rubber between us?”

My vision goes hazy and my omega loves it, the idea of him spilling inside me, of feeling that warmth flood my womb, of it dripping out of me when he pulls out. “You want to be my good little whore, don’t you?”

I nod. “Yes.”

He thrusts forward before the word is out of my mouth, ruthlessly stretching my pussy tight around him, and I cry out. He stops with his pelvis pressed against mine, staring down at me with his jaw clamped tight. “Fuck, Haven,” he grits out. “Fuck. I knew you would be tight, but goddamn, you’re strangling my cock. I’m so deep in you, aren’t I? So fucking deep.”

I think maybe he expects some kind of response, but I’m too busy breathing through the bite of pain, the stretch, the feeling of being too full. Hale doesn’t seem to notice, because his hand curls around my knee, dragging it up farther, opening me wider and he sinks in even deeper. “Fuck yes,” he groans as I whimper. “Gotta move now, omega. Gotta fuck you.”

Panic swells. “Wait, Hale. Don’t.”

He doesn’t listen, dragging his hips back and thrusting forward again. I brace for more pain, but it doesn’t come. Instead, there’s the first ripple of pleasure, my body already softening, giving way for him, accommodating his needs.

On his second thrust, I gasp, pleasure tingling over my entire body. He smirks down at me. “Yeah, just like that, mouse. Let me make you feel good while you take every inch of my cock. Squeeze me so fucking good.”

I should have trusted him. Should have known he’d make it good for me. Hale already knows my body better than I do. He knows what I need and the fastest way to make me reach my peak. If nothing else, he’s proved that to me repeatedly during our time together.

But there’s been more too. He’s taken care of me, made sure I had everything I needed. Showed me what it’s like to have a pack, to be wanted by someone. To be valued for more than what I can provide for them, what they can get from me.

Hale has allowed me to come out of my shell, to emerge from being a mouse to being a woman.

“Hale,” I whisper his name, and I don’t know if he can hear something in it, or see something on my face, but the smirk fade from his mouth and the brutal thrusts of his hips slows, softens he grinds into me, the base of his knot pressing tight against my slit, making me cry out as he gets even deeper inside me. But not deep enough.

I want him bone deep. All the way to my marrow.

I want him burrowed under my skin and into my heart. I never want him to leave me. I never wantthemto leave me.

Maybe it’s too early. Maybe I am only feeling this way because I’m fucking grateful to him for freeing me. But my heart burns with the same warm feeling for Hale Calloway as it does for Florence. Well, not the same, obviously. I don’t want to fuck Ren. But I recognize it for what it is. Love.

Hale holds himself above me, resting his weight on his forearms as his cock works in and out of me, making my back arch in pleasure. “You’re so beautiful,” I whisper to him, fingertips tracing over the angles of his face, down to his lips. He nips at them playfully. “So fucking beautiful. I-” Tears fill my eyes and choke the words in my throat. My fingers slide to the back of his neck, pulling him down for a watery kiss. He comes willingly, wrapping an arm under my back to cradle the back of my head in his big palm. “I think I’m falling in love with you,” I whisper my truth against his lips.

He goes still. Every inch of him goes still, except his cock, which jerks inside me at my confession. His eyes slip closed. “Haven.”

That’s it. That’s all he says.

He can’t even look at me anymore.

My stomach drops. I lick my lips, which means I lick his, too, because he’s still right there, hovering over me, shocked into inaction with his cock buried inside me. My cheeks flush in embarrassment. “I, um… I don’t expect you to say anything back. I just… I wanted you to know, you know. Because its… um, important that you know how I feel, but you don’t- I don’t expect-”

I cut off when he huffs a gentle laugh, his hips rolling into me, sparking pleasure.

He bends his head and kisses me softly. “Thank you,” he murmurs against my mouth. “Thank you for telling me.”

Fresh tears fill my eyes. This time from disappointment. It’s not a rejection. But it feels like it.

I meant what I said, though. It’s early. Too soon. I just couldn’t keep the words inside.

“Shh.” He kisses my eyelids, tasting my tears. His nose brushes along the length of mine. “Don’t cry, omega. It’s gonna be okay. I promise.”

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