Page 65 of Knot Mine

He wants my knot. He wants me to fill him up, stretch him wide open and pump him full of my come. And I will. But not until he makes another mess on these sheets. It takes adding pressure from my thumb on his taint, and pinning him to the bed by his neck to push him over the precipice of his orgasm this time. His body tenses, shuddering and shaking as I wring him dry, only for him to realize it’s not enough and start begging for more.

Deciding I’d tortured him enough, I slowly pull out my fingers, relishing the way he keens at being empty and gaping. He needs me to fill him, needs me to make him complete like a missing piece.

Grabbing his hips, I drag him up onto his knees and push my way inside gently. Slowly. Taking my time and savoring the way his body clenches and trembles around mine. Once I’m buried inside him up to the hilt, I wrap a hand around his throat and guide him upright so he’s pressed flush against me. I glance over his shoulder and as I look down to see his swollen, flushed cock hard and slapping against his stomach every time I drive my hips forward. There’s nothing for him really to grab onto besides the headboard, but it’s a little too far out of reach, so he holds onto the arm that’s pinning him in place by his neck.

His body is exposed, just for me and I want to burn this image into my brain because he’s never looked more beautiful than he does right now. Tears stream down his cheeks, his skin is mottled with bites and marks, proof of my love and his usually sharp mossy green eyes are glassy and unfocused while I keep thrusting into him, stealing away every thought, every doubt, every hesitation.

Mine.

Mine.

Mine.

I roar it down the bond, willing him to hear it and understand that he is unequivocally mine. My orgasm is rippled from me as I paint his insides, filling him with my scent and my cum. It triggers another orgasm for Shiloh, and I lick up his tears, savoring the saltiness as he dirties the bedding with a whimper.

When the knot inflates, stretching him out like he begged for, he tries to pull away, over sensitive and tired but I hold onto him firmly. I need him to be a good boy for me and take every last drop. I want him to keep it inside him, let me fill him up over and over until his belly swells with our baby. The thought of him carrying my child does something to my brain and I don’t realize I’m rolling my hips, working my knot deeper and deeper inside him until he’s gasping out my name and his cock is leaking once again. He was made for me, I think smugly as I come again, his clenching on my knot teasing it out of me. He was perfect.

Once we’re both a little calmer, I roll over to lean back against the headboard, careful not to jostle him too much while he’s impaled on my knot. As he drifts in and out of sleep, I whisper in his ear all the things I love about him.

A few hours later, we’re lying in clean sheets, enjoying another lull in the heat. Shiloh runs his fingers through my hair, rhythmically stroking as I listen to the steady beat of his heart.

“You asked me who I’d be, if I wasn’t Zale Blackwood…” I whisper, enjoying the way he shivers when my words brush over his swollen nipples.

“Mmmmmmm,” he rubs his leg against mine, eager for the skin-to-skin contact.

“I'd like to go into Sports Management.” I admit, letting my hand glide up his chest, thumb brushing over the pointed pink nub. “I want to work with up-and-coming athletes, helping them reach their potential whether they’re alpha, beta or omega.”

His lips part and he sighs, his other hand stroking along my arm. This is how sex should be, moments of frenzied passion, interspersed with tenderness and connection. Every part of me that was in contact with him thrummed and tingled.

“I wasn’t playing ball on Friday.”

He scoffs, the sound vibrating in his chest. “No shit.”

“How did you know?”

Shifting so he can look down at me, he grins. “Because Blake and Evans were in Crest Haven too and they’re on your team.”

“So, where were you?” he asks once he settles back down and resumes his slow stroking that’s making me hard.

“I volunteer in Riverview, at the community center there. On Friday there was a district try out and training day. I’d already committed to it in the summer before…”

I don’t need to finish the sentence. We both knew I was going to say ‘Before I started dating Millie’.

Shiloh’s hand moves from my head, down to my neck. Nails lightly trailing over my flushed skin, making my body arch into him as I hook my leg over him.

“I didn’t want to let anyone down. Football and volunteering, they’re the only things I get to do in my life that are just for me.” I can’t hide the way my voice cracks when I say that, nor do I want to. Shiloh would be able to feel my emotions down the bond anyway and I never want there to be secrets between us again.

“Is that why you didn’t tell anyone about it?”

Flicking my tongue out over his skin, I make a humming noise before claiming his nipple between my lips and sucking hard. When I pull off, I nod. “Blake knew, but I thought if I told other people then it would just become another expectation on me. Another thing for my parents to hold over my head.”

Pressing his leg against my hard cock, he gives me something to rub off on slowly while we keep talking and touching. Unhurried and gentle in the dip between heat spikes

“I just wanted to enjoy it for a little longer before I have to give it all up.”

Grabbing my chin, he tilts my face towards him, placing a tender kiss on my lips. And another one. And another. And another before we pull apart, our breathing coming in quicker now, the air in the room growing heavy, leaden with need.

“Why would you give it up?”

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