Page 9 of Knot That Difficult

“Look at that,” Ben pants, his voice strained. “Oh, my god, Dev, sweetheart, I can’t even move my hand?—”

“Going to come again,” I interrupt him. “Ben,Ben!”

With my next release, I collapse. I sag against the dresser, tears rolling down my cheeks as I finish all over my boyfriend’s fingers.

I’m going to die. Even though I just came, there’s a never-ending need formore.

My cunt continues to clamp down on Ben, fluttering around his fingers until he finally pulls them out of me. They release with apop, and Ben hums in approval. My back aches, but before I can voice it, Ben helps me step all the way out of my jeans. Then he lifts me into his arms.

“It’s happening, isn’t it?” he asks as he carries me to the bed. He deposits me onto my back in the nest, and I spread my legs, whimpering.

“Please,please?—”

“I can always tell it’s starting when all you can say isplease.” He chuckles.

I hiss at him. This isn’t funny. I should be knottednow.

“And when you start hissing,” he continues, lifting his sweater over his head. “Like a cat.”

He pretends he isn’t affected, but the slight waver in his voice tells me he’s close to losing control, too.

And if he loses control, he might just bite me.

I lift my hips, desperate for some type of sensation, thrusting against the air.

“One second, Dev,” Ben continues, having the audacity to walk away from the bed.“Patience.”

How am I supposed to be patient?

I’m literally dying, and he wants me to be patient?

I growl at him, furious that I’m forced to stare at his muscled back as he rummages through the duffel bag sitting on the bench of the reading nook.

He’s facing the window. Which means someone couldseehim.

I growl again.

But he’s back on the bed in an instant, and when I see what’s in his hand, my inner Omega sighs in relief.

Wait.

There aretwosilicone knots in his hand, not one like we normally do.

“See, baby?” he murmurs, reaching down to gather the wetness between my legs. “I’m going to make it better.”

I squirm at his touch, but he doesn’t tease me for long. He places the toys down; then he pushes down his pants, his cock springing free, and crawls on top of me. He’s inside me in an instant, pushing so deeply into me that our hips are touching.

“God—” he hisses out, pressing a kiss to my brow. “Devyn, you’re perfect.”

I lift my hips, urging him deeper and squeezing his cock with my cunt. “Harder, Ben,please?—”

Now that my Heat has fully begun, he doesn’t hold back and slams into me. He grips my wrists in one hand and holds them over my head, fucking me until another orgasm is almost there.

But then hestopsand pulls out of me.

“Wha—what are you doing?” I cry, but he flips me on my stomach.

“Hands and knees,” he orders, his voice low. “We’re going to try something. Do you trust me?”

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