Page 61 of Knot The Only Onee
"Lucas, please," she groaned, her nails digging into my back at the same time as her heels grasped my ass. "Please move. I need something. Anything."
"Your wish is my command, Princess." My rhythm was slow. Steady. As she acclimated to my cock inside her, I moved faster and brushed my thumb over her clit. Her cries of pleasure pierced my eardrums and spurred me on. I wanted her to come undone for me. Even more unhinged than with my tongue on her. Her pleasure was mine. Mine to take. To control.
This feeling of power and the surge of energy was so different from what I was used to as a submissive to James and Noah. It was intoxicating.
I swiveled my hips and adjusted the angle so I was brushing against her clit with each and every thrust. Bridget's mouth parted in a silent scream, a gesture I enjoyed immensely. She was so out of control she even forgot to breathe as my pace increased until the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh reverberated through the air.
"Lucas." Her nails dragged down my back to dig into my ass, urging me to go even faster. I complied with our omega, giving her everything she craved and needed from her first time.
The peak overtook me like a crescendo of the most intricate symphony, throwing me into a sea of pure bliss. Like an errant wave sweeping me up and pulling me under, I surrendered to its power and continued to thrust through my climax. Her pussy contracted around me, suffocating me in a silken vice and heightening the pleasure even further.
Her hands loosened from my ass, coming up to grip my hair instead. As if I were her anchor, her lifeline, tethering her to reality as pleasure racked her body.
James slapped my ass with several peppered blows, making me gasp in surprise. One hand slid up to grip my hair and yank my head back into the precise angle he desired. My pace didn't slow, my hips slapping against hers. He bit down on my shoulder, right over his previous claiming mark.
I loved his mark of possession on me.
"Fucking gorgeous," Noah whispered, his voice filled with awe and wonder. He leaned down and kissed Bridget. "Are you alright, baby girl?" He was so gentle, so tender as he kissed her lips, the tip of her nose, and both eyes before he settled his eyes on her.
Once the aftershocks subsided, I slowly withdrew my cock from her pussy and rolled to my side. Our breathing was still heavy as I breathed and took deep lungfuls of my mate's scent. I drew her against me, kissing the top of her head as we came down from the high of climax. "You were so perfect, Darlin'. I'd live inside you forever if I could."
Bridget hummed in appreciation, laying her head on my chest, and she snuggled close to me. I loved the feel of her curves tucked into my side.
“I take that as I did a pretty good job for my first time?” I chuckled and kissed her forehead. I’d never been one for forehead kisses before, but damn, I loved the way she smiled after I gave her one.
“Way too good.” She rubbed her nose along my skin. “Either you're lying about it being your first time, or you're magical."
I should be offended by her statement, but I knew she meant nothing by it. So I teased her instead. "Magical, huh? Because I'm certainly no liar."
"I can assure you, baby girl," James planted kisses along her shoulder. "Lucas is no liar. He's obnoxiously honest."
"I know that." Bridget rolled her eyes and looked over her shoulder to stick her tongue out.
I snorted, trying to hold back my laughter. "Who's being the brat now, little one?"
"Not me," Bridget gasped in mock horror. Her eyes widened as I brought my hand down on her backside.
"You'll learn when you're a brat in this house, there are two excellent brat tamers who love to make it so you can't sit for days, or edge you what feels like hours. They're big meanies like that."
Noah and James snorted out laughs. James had sprawled out on Bridget's opposite side, and Noah tucked up behind me. Warmth surrounded me from all sides, and I felt truly loved and wanted. James and Noah always had made me feel that way, but with Bridget here, the dynamic shifted. She was softness to our hard edges. The balance we so desperately needed.
"At least we always kiss it afterward to make it better." Noah's voice was light. Teasing, even. It made my chest tighten. He'd been carrying the burden of the ranch alone for too long. Now that we all know about it, we are on the same page. We'd be a pack and handle everything together.
"They are pretty damn good about that." I kissed the tip of Bridget's nose. "How are you feeling, sweetheart?"
A shy smile spread over her face. "Good. A bit sore, but good."
"That's to be expected." James ran his fingers up and down her arm, tiny goosebumps erupting in his wake. "Why don't we get you a nice bath going?"
Bridget's face scrunched up in concern. "What about you–"
I cut her off with two fingers over her lips. "Let's get you a nice soak, and then we can go for round two. We never expected you to take all three of us tonight. That would be cruel."
"Oh, I guess so."
Noah climbed from the bed, along with James, and retreated into the master bathroom. Thankfully, that was one area they'd been able to renovate with little funds and a lot of elbow grease.
I nuzzled my nose along Bridget's cheek. "They just don't want to hurt you, little omega. It has nothing to do with thinking you're lacking or not liking that you don't have experience." The hurt etched into her features made me want to wrap her up in my arms and never let her go. I wanted to hide her away from the world and never let anything or anyone ever harm her again.
