Page 53 of Knot Mine

Covering his face with his arm, he groans like he’s a mixture of angry and horny. The cute little noise of frustration doesn't make me stop, because his twitching cock gives him away. A bead of precum rolls over the flushed tip, and down his shaft slowly, like it’s teasing me.

Leaning in, I let my warm breath brush over his skin. His balls tighten, drawing close to his body and for a moment I wonder if I can make my little omega come just by breathing on him.Mmmmmm, wasn’t that a delicious idea?I store it away for another time. It isn’t the moment for torturing him until he’s weeping for release, that would have to wait.

Ever so slowly, I let my tongue flick out and lap up the precum trailing down his pulsing shaft, working my way up to the fat mushroomed tip of his cock. When I move over his slit, he whines. But if I’m expecting Shiloh to submit easily, I’m wrong. With another moan, he weaves a hand into my head and uses his other to grab my chin, causing my mouth to open. I could stop him if I wanted, but that would ruin the fun I was having as herubs his tip over my bottom lip, making it sticky and glossy with his precum.

“If you’re going to suck it, suck it, Blackwood.” He growls, and I grin. There’s my filthy Mate.

With a small thrust of his hips, he pushes forward, making me gag on his cock while I adjust to his size. The moan sounds like music to my ears as he tries to cover his mouth and muffle the noise.

Hollowing my cheeks, I pull off to the tip, sucking a little harder before pushing myself back down again until my nose is buried in his pubes. Humming, I let my throat vibrate and close around him, ratcheting up the pressure before easing up again.

“Fuckkkkk.”

“Why do you feel so good?”

I want to tell him it’s because I was made for him, but I’m not ready to stop sucking him off just yet. Instead, I hook his leg up over my shoulder, spreading him wide for me as he now buries both hands in my hair, using the grip to steady himself. I don’t care if he tears out my hair like this, as long as I get to have another taste. Another lick. Another suck.

It will never be enough, I realize as the sweet toffee notes spike, getting thicker and stronger as he writhes beneath my hands and mouth.

Grabbing his ass, I squeeze, making him and reward me with a spurt of precum. He tastes like toffee apples, the kind you have at the carnival during the autumn festival.

Shiloh makes a muffled grunting noise as I pull apart his cheeks and slide a finger along his slick crease. So wet, and it was all for me.

Gently I rub my finger over his puckered rim in a circular motion, spreading his stickiness over the sensitive ring of muscle. Glancing up, I watch as he throws his head back,thrusting into my mouth like he hates me while moaning for me, like I’m his salvation.

Taking my other hand, I cup his balls, massaging and tugging on them while still swallowing him down like he’s the air I need to breathe.

Teasing him, I work the tip of my finger inside his tight little hole, enjoying the way I’m rewarded with a small gush of slick. It covers my hand, releasing another burst of pheromones into the room. I want to be buried inside him, stretching him out as he takes my knot. The image of him, flushed and begging beneath me makes me impatient but I know I need to wait. This isn’t the time or the place. We shouldn't even be doing this, and it wouldn’t be too much longer before someone realized we were missing.

As I push my finger deeper inside, his head drops, green eyes locking with mine and it’s like the entire world tilts on its axis, only instead of it being off course, everything is perfect. This was how it was always meant to be.

“Zale…” he whispers, thumb stroking my cheek in a rare moment of tenderness from my prickly little hedgehog. It quickly morphs into desperation as I press my finger against that little bundle of nerves in his ass.

Now that I know he’s an omega, and that he's made for me, I pull out and slide three fingers back inside him without hesitating. Omega’s bodies are designed to take an alpha knot and birth children, they stretch much more easily than a beta would but it also means that they need a little more girth to make them feel satisfied.

If my mouth wasn’t full, I’d grin. That explained the huge tentacle toy with the knot. He wasn’t a size queen beta, he was an unsatisfied omega.

Still bobbing up and down on his cock, I start fucking him in earnest with my fingers, making sure to apply pressure every time I move over his prostate.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I can’t—” he begs, trying to push me away as he loses control. His thighs are trembling as his body struggles to stay upright. His hips buck, making half aborted thrusts as I strip away everything between us, leaving him a quivering overstimulated mess. Tears leak from his eyes as he bites into the back of his hand with another whimper.Fuckkkk, those noises.

I pop off his cock with wet noise, “You can baby. You’re going to come for me and give me every last drop.”

This time when I take him back in my mouth, I suck harder, making him pull back and fuck himself on my fingers, which are pressed against the nerves inside his ass. We keep going like this for a few more moments, but it’s the final tug on his balls and my thumb pressing against his taint that proves to be the final nail in the coffin as my mouth floods with reams of cum, hot, sweet and thick. I swallow it down, keeping my fingers buried inside him as he rides my face slowly, eking out every last wave of pleasure.

When it’s finally too much, he drops to the floor with me, and I bundle him into my arms, letting our pheromones combine and soak into our skin. He doesn’t even realize how perfect he is.

I’m kissing the top of his head, tracing lazy patterns down his arm, inhaling the scent of him when I feel his body stiffen.

I hate this moment. The moment afterwards, when he regrets everything and wants to pretend like it never happened. It kills me a little inside each time he denies the bond between us.

Mossy eyes look up at me, and just as he’s about to open his mouth to say something I know will sting like a million tiny paper cuts, a voice calls out.

“Zale, are you up here, babe?” Millie‘s voice carries down the corridor causing Shiloh to shove me away, as he scrambles across the floor with a horrified expression.

“You need to leave,” he hisses as he stares between me and the door as we listen out for oncoming footsteps. Silence.

“Zale?” Millie shouts again.

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