Page 45 of Knot Enough

“How do you feel about getting my bite while I fuck and knot you.” He said. I nearly came at his words. Instead of replying vocally, I grabbed his face with both my hands and kissed him hard. Taking my reaction as a yes, Sorren moved his hands to my pants and started unbuttoning them. I moved slightly, so he pulled them off along with my underwear. We continued to kiss and make out while Sorren was preparing me. It didn’t take much with how turned on I was. I moaned against Sorren’s mouth when I felt him at my entrance. He entered slowly, taking his time so he wouldn’t hurt me. After his entire length filled me, his rhythm started going faster and I had to fight to keep myself from cumming before him.

I nibbled along his neck, finding the perfect spot along his neckline to place my mark as I took everything he gave me. I put my hands along his stomach and chest under his shirt, enjoying the feeling of his skin.

“I’m close.” He whispered to me. I nodded in agreement. At the same time, we both bit down on the places we chose and erupted as the bond set in place. Sorren’s knot clicked into place and I came all over again. We both moaned loudly at the sensation. The sensations continued as we both weaved through our orgasms. I was seeing stars and unable to form complete thoughts, and Sorren felt the same way through the new bond.

While we were connected, we took this moment to bask in the feeling of our bonds and the emotions we were feeling for each other. Our breaths entwined while we waited for them to return to normal. Sorren leaned his forehead against him, and I closed my eyes to enjoy the moment we were having. When we returned to something close to normal, we both looked at each other and laughed in happiness.

“I love you,” I said.

“I love you, too.” He replied immediately before kissing me again. After a few more minutes, his knot finally released. I was too tired to move, so Sorren drove us home while I napped in the back of the car.

Chapter 24

Graham

“How much longer?” I called out from where I was standing outside Gabriel and Lydia’s room. We were already ten minutes late.

“Hold on! Perfection takes time!” Gabriel yelled back. My smile widened at his excited tone. Gabriel had taken it upon himself to help Lydia with most of her outfits before our dates. I think it was his way of spending as much time as he could with her before she felt the house. He tended to be clingier when Lydia was around. So far, we’ve managed to keep her birthday party a secret. Gabriel had to message Corretta on my phone so Lydia didn’t accidentally see.

“Alright, done.” Gabriel’s voice rang out as the door opened. Lydia appeared in a short grey dress with noodle straps from behind the door. A gift I’d gotten her when I saw one of my workers wearing a similar dress. I knew as soon as I saw it that it was perfect for Lydia. She wore a long-sleeved sweater underneath to keep her warm and tall black boots. Her hair was done up in a messy bun. She was adorable. Her outfit would be perfect for where I planned to take her.

“Took you two long enough,” I said as I guided Lydia in my arms. “You look adorable,” I whispered in her ear before giving her a twirl. She giggled as she spun, and the sound melted my heart.

“I expect her to be back by 12 tonight. You do anything nefarious and I’ll know about it.” Gabriel said with mock seriousness, using two fingers to point to his face, then mine. I ignored him, but not before giving him a quick kiss. I pulled him closer, angling his head with one of my hands to where I wanted him. I felt his hands fist my shirt the longer I kissed him. When I felt him relax into the kiss, I stepped back, returning to Lydia’s side.

“Let’s go, Lydia. I have the whole night planned out.” I commented, guiding her down the hallway. I glanced back to see Gabriel standing there with a hazy look.

“You love riling him up, don’t you?” Lydia asked as I opened the door to the car for her.

“I assure you, I have no idea what you mean by that,” I said as I buckled her seatbelt, making sure it wasn’t too tight on her. She rolled her eyes.

“Sure.” She relented. My smile grew wider as I kissed her forehead lightly. I closed her door and went to the driver’s side. When I was situated, I handed her the stereo cord and told her to listen to whatever music she wanted as I pulled out of our garage. She looked momentarily surprised before plugging the cord into her phone. I almost swerved off the road when heavy metal played at full volume.

“Sorry, I forgot that was the last thing I played when I went out with Finn.” She apologized, quickly switching to a pop song and lowering the volume.

“No need to apologize, just warn a guy next time,” I laughed. I shifted one of my hands onto one of Lydia’s legs. I gave her plenty of time to swat my hand away if she wanted, but she seemed to relax at my touch rather than avoid it. Her scent got sweeter too, letting me know she didn’t mind my hand being where it was. With my confidence increased, I started rubbing circles along her skin absentmindedly. My hand remained on her leg till we finally arrived at our location. Lydia practically squealed with excitement once she realised where we were. I had barely parked when she exited the car. After I closed my door, I found Lydia staring up at the county fair that was in town. I wrapped my arms around her midsection and rested my head on hers.

“You like it?” I asked, already knowing the answer.

“Like it? I love it!” She gushed, turning around to quickly peck me on the lips before grabbing my hand and dragging me towards the fair. Some alphas would have hated being pulled around by their omega, but I loved seeing her take control of her happiness and getting what she wanted. I wouldn’t trade anything for this.

I paid for the unlimited rides and our entrance ticket. Lydia was nearly floating off the ground with impatience as we waited in line for admission. Once we were inside, she grabbed my hand again and dragged me to the ride she wanted to get on. Regarding amusement parks, I had very few limits to what I would ride. Lydia seemed to prefer things that went fast and high, but nothing that would go upside down or spin a lot. She continued dragging me towards every ride that caught her eye for about the first couple of hours we were there, when she stopped suddenly. I nearly walked into her when she did. I followed her line of sight towards a large pumpkin spice latte pillow. It was shaped like a coffee cup, but you could see a cinnamon stick and the orangish liquid from the clear cup. Lydia walked up to it and rubbed the fabric between her fingers, and I could practically hear her purr in satisfaction. The game the pillow was attached to was a fake shooting game.

“I want to play,” I said, pulling out a 20 and handing it to the worker at the stall. Lydia’s eyes shoot from the pillow to me.

“You don’t have to do that, Graham. These games are usually rigged anyway.” She pleaded. I took the rifle from the man and looked down at her.

“Honey, nothing you say will convince me not to get that pillow. I saw the look on your face when you touched it. You want that pillow for your nest, and I want to show off a bit for my girl. Now let me make both of us happy.” I clarified before giving her a quick kiss on the forehead. I turned my attention back to the game. My father was the owner of a shooting range when I barely started walking. I already knew how to shoot several kinds of guns with ease.

I shoot the first of three bullets, not expecting it to hit anything. Like I expected, the bullet went to the left, missing every target. I adjusted the gun and my aim, now that I have a better idea of the wind and pattern of the bullets. The second shot hit closer to home, but still missed all the targets. Next to me, I could feel Lydia’s excitement and nervousness through our bond. My ego was stroked when I realized she expected me to win the game. Not wanting to disappoint her, I doubled my efforts on the game. After double- and triple-checking my aim and stance, I shot the last bullet. It hit the edge of the target, knocking the plate off the stand it was on. The worker honked a horn on his outfit and congratulated me on being a good shot.

“You did! You did!” Lydia squealed as the worker handed her the pillow she had eyed at the beginning.

“Of course, I did. My father would’ve cried his eyes out if I hadn’t. Besides, I have 5 more 20’s I would’ve used to keep trying.” I admitted, putting my arm around her shoulder.

“This was fun. Thanks for bringing me here.” She leaned against me with the pillow in her hands. A warm feeling started in my heart, and I pulled her closer to me.

“You ready to go home?” I asked. I could see her eyes drooping as we walked, but if she wanted to do something else before we left, I wouldn’t stop her.

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