Page 114 of Knot Their Arrangement

That I just want to get lost in him before we have to face the music of these lingering consequences.

He groans, his grip tightening on my hips.

"Say it again," he rasps. "Let me hear you."

I whimper, heat pooling low in my belly, the sound raw and needy.

“Please, Rhett?” I plead. “My Riot, pretty please?”

His forehead drops against my shoulder, his breath ragged against my skin. I hear the belt buckle hit the floor, the zip of his pants an audible sound that ignites shuffling and a groan of relief. I can already envision his thick veiny cock out and ready to slide into me, but I get to enjoy seeing it for myself when he forces himself to lean back onto his knees, giving me the opportunity to observe his leaky shaft as he strokes it.

I can’t help but gawk at the sight, completely entranced by how hard he is so fast.

"You have no fucking idea how much I’ve missed you," he confesses, his voice thick with emotion. "How many times I imagined hearing you moan my name again, how many nights I spent wanting this."

I can tell he means it, and it makes my heart swell to think our week fling way back then seemed to mean something to him all these years later still. We were kids, sure, but the sizzling connection of a high had been so strong and vibrant.

Some would think it was just the hormones, but I’m coming to realize that it’s just us. Ours is an unexplainable charge of lust, desire, and endless chase for euphoria. I’m completely okay with having such a vibrant connection rekindle.

The confession sends a fresh wave of desire through me. I swallow and try not to be nervous with what unravels in my mind as I lay further back on the bed, spreading my legs wide so he can see my glistening pussy that’s more than ready to be pounded by his length.

"Then what are you waiting for, Rhett?" I practically purr the question, the seductive sound even surprising to me but I’m too high on this pulsing need for him to even feel embarrassed. “Take what you’ve been waiting for.”

A growl rumbles through his chest, his entire body vibrating as he creeps forward on his knees and doesn’t hesitate to rub his cock along my folds, gathering my slick that glistens all over his thick shaft that’s swelling with vibrant need. "I fought for this," he mutters, as if he needs to ensure I know the stakes he took for us to finally have this moment. "For you. To begin this triad of chaos that will come. I don’t have an ounce of regret.”

I don’t think he realizes how fucking hot it is for him to admit that.

To grasp that your Alpha will kill for you.

I swallow hard, gripping the sheets knowing he’s going to make this hard and fast.Rough the way I dare admit I like…but the idea of such swift pleasure has only ever been a comfortable after thought when I remembered that tender first night with him.

Knowing a man can be gentle with you and rough the next can open a level of trust to explore avenues very few Alphas would be privileged to explore with her.

"Then don’t waste it," I challenge with the silent invitation that proves I’m down for whatever he wishes.

His control snaps entirely.

He slides in without a wasted second, his lips crashing against mine not a second later. We groan in relief, his hands laying on top of mine, gripping mine and the sheets beneath my touch while he sinks as deeply as he can.

"Mine," he breathes against my lips with fierce command, I whole heartedly believe that I’ve always truly been his.

That deep down, I assumed I just wouldn’t return to his side until the afterlife.

My body responds to the possessiveness in his tone, my Omega instincts purring in satisfaction.

“Yours,” I agree before he’s fervently kissing me.

Rhett doesn’t give me a second to adjust.

His cock drags against my swollen, sensitive walls, every thick inch stretching me wider than I remember.

My breath catches as he pulls back almost completely before slamming in again, setting a rhythm that’s merciless, punishing,perfect.

The bed protests beneath us, the wooden frame creaking with each thrust.

My nails rake down his back, desperate for something to hold onto, but Rhett is relentless. His body commands mine, his hands gripping my hips in a bruising grip as he fucks me deeper, harder, without hesitation.

Each time he bottoms out, I cry out, my moans swallowed by his demanding lips as he devours every sound I make.

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