Page 64 of Knot Mine

“You’re so perfect.” Zale wraps an arm around my shoulders and pulls me back, so that I’m flush against his chest while he continues to thrust into me. “You look so pretty when you’re messy and desperate for me.”

Wet heat floods me, and moments later there’s a pressure as his knot inflates.

“Yes, Shiloh.” He grunts. “Fuck!”

The swelling is perfect, the stretch burning deliciously as he rocks into me, making sure the knot is fully inside my tight rim. He’s plugging me, keeping all that alpha cum inside me so I can absorb the alpha enzymes that calm a heat.

With his knot pressing on my prostate, I can’t do anything other than lean back into him, my eyes rolling into the back of my head as pleasure consumes me until I feel like I've been stripped raw.

Just as I think I can’t take anymore, I feel his lips pressed over my old bite mark and a sharp sting as his teeth sink in, Claiming me.

With a snap, something inside gives way and I know instantly that the mark took. Zale Claimed me as his, and no matter what else happens now…we’re bonded. His emotions, his desire, his need flood the bond, which means he must be feeling mine the same way.

“This…” he rasps, holding me tighter, “is everything.”

There’s more pressure inside me, as Zale comes again, his second orgasm coaxed out by the gentle half-aborted thrusts and the feedback loop of being bonded.

When we’re in a heat ebb, Zale guides us onto the bed so that we’re lying on our sides, his knot buried inside me while he places tender kisses on my neck, over my mating mark. The remnants of the previous failed bond are gone, shattered by Zale’s Claim.

When the next wave of my heat hits, Zale is just as patient, teasing me, wringing me dry before filling me so impossibly full until cum trickles out around the knot. He taunts me like this twice more, the hours blurring into one haze of orgasms and begging until my body is limp, sore and the heat has finally broken.

Forcing me to sit in my armchair, Zale eventually changes the sheets quickly before easing me back into bed. He gets in, pulling me against him as I sigh softly, utterly ruined. The simmering smell of toffee surrounds us, clinging to our skin like a delicious reminder.

Finally drifting to sleep, I grumble when Zale places a tender kiss on my head and strokes my hair. “Rest, love.”

My heart feels full as it latches on the word ‘love’, liking how it sounds. I can feel the echo of his feelings down the bond, I recognized them as easily as if they were my own. He means it.

Chapter Twenty-Four

Zale

The next time Shiloh stirs, I realize that the energy in the room has shifted. Pulling his back against me, I bury my face into his neck, licking over my bite mark as though he’s some wounded animal.

He moans, pushing his ass back, knowing how to be good for me, even in his sleep. I would stay buried inside him if I could. My pheromones coat his skin, like a delicate perfume.

Carefully, I shift him onto his front and lift his leg, exposing his swollen, puffy hole. Squeezing his cheeks, I massage them, spreading him further, holding him open for me as I watch my cum and his slick drip from the stretched-out muscle. I could easily slide back inside, where I belonged and he would love every second of it.

Kissing my way down his spine, I leave a trail of bite marks. Each one earning me a whimper or a gentle groan as his hole twitches, pushing out more of our combined mess. It was only fair that I marked mine, since he’d done the same several times over. I glance down at the scratches and tooth imprints covering my torso. My prickly pretend beta was a wildcat through and through.

He looks over his shoulder at me, with sleepy green eyes and a lazy smile. “Like what you see?”

I sigh, content and happy to be nestled between his legs, looking at what was mine. “You’re perfect. I just want to gobble you up.”

Playfully, I sink my teeth into his ass cheek, biting down until he yelps and squirms in my grasp.

“Nothing stopping you,” he says laughing as he tries to push me away. I lean back to admire my new masterpiece, a perfect set of teeth, red and raised on his smooth, soft skin.

“No, there isn’t.”

Grabbing his cheeks, I pull him open for me again, and without hesitation, I flick my tongue over the pink, puffy skink, letting my warm tongue lave over him, soothing the ache before I make it worse again. He tastes divine. There’s a smokiness there, from my cum, combined with his fragrant sweetness. It’s perfect.

Reaching around, I find his cock, hard and waiting for me to take it in hand. Slowly, I pump his shaft, enjoying the mewling noise he makes while my tongue flicks over his asshole. When he’s dripping, and begging me for more, I push the tip of my tongue through the tight ring.

“Urghhhh,” he moans, mind already lost to the next wave of the heat as his pheromones spike. “More. More.”

I refuse to be rushed, taking my sweet time, working him open slowly with my tongue. I fuck in and out of him, taking more of his sweetness on my togue each time while he humps into my hand until he’s ready to spill. Only then do I slide a finger inside, along with my tongue. Then two. He comes instantly, but I’m not done with him yet.

When I’m fucking him with three fingers buried inside him, I continue to torture him by giving his hole little kitten licks where it’s stretched around my digits. I make sure to apply pressure tohis prostate with every thrust, twisting and scissoring until once again he’s crying and begging for me to give him what he needs.

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