Page 62 of No Escape

“Bite me, harder, more…” The rest comes out slurred and incoherent, but Valor slams so deep that his knot brushes my lower lips.

My body stretches to try to accommodate him, but all I can process is the pain in my cervix. I wail and my nails scratch down his shoulders and biceps. He barely pulls out but shoves back in, and his knot wedges just inside my opening. It’s not even fully in place and the throbbing in my pussy is extreme. My legs fall away, forming a V with my knees as I try to make more space for him.

Valor’s hand lands on my hip, digging in painfully. “Motherfucker… Jesus, Saylor. Tell me you’re okay.”

Nodding frantically, I smack his shoulder to tell him to rut. Hopefully it gets the point across, because when I open my mouth, all that slips out is a ragged moan. His knot swells, locking us together, and the pressure gets even more intense, but it also soothes a big part of me.

His face hovers close to mine, and it’s the only thing I can focus on. It still bothers me to see the leftover wounds he got while protecting me. They don’t detract from how handsome he is. If anything, they give him a dangerous edge that my system likes a little too much.

“I’ve never been locked inside someone. I don’t even know how to do this.”

“Grind,” I suggest with some extra nodding for good measure. Just in case he doesn’t get the idea.

Valor leans back, grabs my hands, and pins my wrists together using one of his palms. His free hand comes to rest on my waist, and he leans to the side, watching my tits bounce as he ruts. “Having you at my mercy does wild shit to my brain.”

What a coincidence.

Being trapped underneath him does crazy stuff for my impulses too. He works on grinding into me and rubs his pelvis against my clit in a way that sends me soaring.

A sinister smirk crosses his face, and I swear I’ve never seen him so pleased with himself. “I could sink my teeth in, and there would be no one around to stop me.”

“Do it,” I beg, struggling against his hold on my wrists.

“The insanity running through my head doesn’t need any encouragement.” His accent sounds exceptionally thick as his hand leaves my hip, landing on my mouth. It muffles my begging moans. “I’m trying to be gentle. To hold myself back from blacking out. Trust me, you don’t want to see me when I’m rabid.”

That might be true for anyone else, but I absolutelydowant to see him at his most baser level. My feet fly back to his ass, and my toes dig in as I clench my pussy.

His pheromones are everywhere, both enticing and soothing my system.

There’s something about feeling him locked inside me that makes me ache to claim him. I want this type of euphoria for the rest of my life, and knowing he’s trying to hold back to ensure he doesn’t hurt me is even more endearing.

Pleasure sizzles under my skin, and the next time he ruts against my clit, I tumble over the edge. My core locks down on his shaft, and his knot swells even larger.

“Fucking hell, I wanna see your face for this,” he growls, pulling his hand off my mouth. He cradles my cheek, but I can’t see what he looks like with my eyes screwed shut.

Euphoria violently rips through my system, and I sob, begging for his cum and his bite. He gives me half of what I’m asking for, and his shaft jerks with every pump of his cum that he spills inside me.

Valor snarls, pushing his lips to mine. I don’t have the foresight to open, but he fucks his tongue into my mouth as he cradles my cheek and rolls his hips lazily.

I’m so lost in the kiss that I miss him looping his arm between my lower back and the bed. He pulls back on his knees and brings me up with him, possibly because we’re locked together.

I fall against his chest, still woozy from the life-changing orgasm, and he helps me rearrange my feet until they’re planted flat on the mattress. I end up squatting over his lap, similar to how I fucked Omen earlier.

“Ride me, omega. I’m not nearly done with your pussy yet,” Valor growls, smacking my ass.

I’m wobbly, so it’s nice that his huge hands cup my rear end, helping support my weight, but I’m still distracted.

“I wish Omen was here,” I say, running my fingers over Valor’s collarbone. “Omen! Are you sleeping?”

His snort fills the air. “Not a chance.”

“Wanna come join us?” I ask, biting my lip.

Valor growls.

I push my fingers to his lips, shaking my head.

“Don’t do that. He wouldn’t leave you out,” I whisper, staring straight into the alpha’s hazy eyes. “I need both of you.”

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