Page 50 of Knot for Sale

I could relate. Diving back into my own appetizer, I coaxed and teased Onyx’s delicious alpha clit out of its sheath. It waslong. Not quite as thick as the beta cocks I’d dealt with over the years, but with a very promising swelling near the base.

And,god, what Onyx was doing to my pussy was probably illegal in several jurisdictions. The amount of slick I was putting out seemed like a potential drowning hazard. What had been tingles rushing up and down my spine when I’d been squirming earlier had turned into rising waves, each one higher and hotter than the last, building toward a tsunami that felt like it would sweep me completely out of my body.

I cried out around the clit I was happily using to choke myself, unable to escape the rising tide.

When the tsunami broke, it took every last bit of rationality with it. I was no longer Emma Huntwell, Emma Hope, or any of the other personas I’d built around myself like walls. I was a creature of pure need, and right now I needed this stiff clit somewhere besides my mouth. I pulled myself up with shaking limbs and dragged my sex down Onyx’s torso, leaving a wet trail in my wake.

“Condom,” I heard someone say—and then hands were holding me, restraining me while Onyx fumbled with something below me.

I snarled and growled at those interfering hands, but it was only a few moments before they released me. With a final snap of teeth to convey my displeasure, I straddled Onyx’s hips and sank down, reverse cowgirl style.

There was no slow savoring of the penetration. I didnothave time for that bullshit. I slammed down, drawing a low growl from my alpha captive. That was so good that I needed to do it againright now—and again, and again, and again until I was jerking up and down wildly, trying to find the best angle.

Hands closed around my hips, but these hands were here to help, not restrain. Onyx lifted and lowered me in the wild rhythm I needed so desperately. Screams echoed around the cabin in time with my uncontrolled thrusts, and I only realized they were mine when my throat started to hurt.

My orgasm barreled toward me, and the screams grew too large to fit through my throat. My entire body went rigid, only Onyx’s grip keeping me moving up and down. Great, uncontrolled tremors built from the base of my spine outward, doubled and redoubled when the knot inside me swelled, filling me perfectly.

Onyx grunted, hips jerking until we were both spent and shaking. My body clamped down on theirs with a strength that was almost painful... until it wasn’t. All the terrible tension that had been building inside me for days rushed out like a retreating tide, leaving me a heavy, beached thing unable to move under my own power.

More hands caught at me, supporting me and turning me to lie on my side among the pillows. Onyx followed the motion, not that they had much choice since we were tied together.

“There you go, pet,” Curran said from someplace nearby. “Well done. You were just perfect. Wasn’t she perfect, Onyx?”

“A perfect tornado,” Onyx said, sounding a bit shell-shocked. A wiry arm wrapped loosely around my body from behind, the palm coming to rest over my pounding heart.

Curran snorted. “That’s as may be. Time to rest now, Emma. We’ll watch over the nest until you’re ready for the next round.”

TWENTY-THREE

Elijah

“I, UH, I NEED TO use the head,” I blurted, making my escape from the pheromone-laden cabin for the second time in less than half an hour.

Gabriel and Curran’s eyes followed me as I scrambled for the half-open sliding door on the far side of the central space. I kept my gaze locked on the toilet and tiny sink visible through the gap, pointedly not looking down at Onyx and Emma tangled together among a pile of pillows as I passed.

After the obscene luxury of the Titania, this cramped space with its plastic-lined shower stall and tiny mirror felt positively claustrophobic—but it also went some way toward meeting my sudden and urgent omega need for a dark bolt hole to hide in.

The door caught awkwardly on its tracks before jumping once and sliding closed. It had a flimsy privacy lock, which I engaged with shaking fingers—despite the fact that it would slow a determined alpha down for about zero-point-five seconds if I was lucky.

It didn’t matter. These alphas weren’t a danger to us. That much was obvious after everything I’d seen. And honestly, that was the problem.These alphas were safe. They were so fucking safe that I couldn’t seem to be in a room with them for more than five minutes without my brain going‘Yay, pack!’whilecheerfully ditching every bit of common sense I’d ever possessed in favor of planning how many bedrooms our house would need, and what color to paint the nursery.

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