Page 91 of Knot All is Crystal
I don’t know if I can ever get past his lies, though.
I spend too long admiring him, and he resumes his rage to leave the room.
Despite the pain in my side, I crawl out of the bed and throw myself to the floor, wrapping my hands around his waist. He immediately stills.
“Please, Alpha,” I say again. “Stay with me.”
He looks down at me, eyes completely vacant, and growls. “Hurt. Hurtmy Omega!” The last two words come out in a roar, and I flinch back from him.
“He did, but you can make it better.” I try to tug him away from the door, but he is an immovable mountain. “Please, Alpha. I need you.”
Those must’ve been the magic words because he immediately wraps me in his arms and carries me to the bed. Puck gently lays me down on my back and covers my body with his.
I have never felt as small as I do underneath him.
He nuzzles my neck, lightly nipping at the skin and drawing an involuntary whine out of me. He purrs in satisfaction and continues to kiss down my body, slowly dragging his tongue over my bare breasts.
When his hot, wet mouth captures my nipple, my back bows off the bed as I make a noise of pleasure that goes right to his head. His dark eyes cut to me with satisfaction as he flicks my nipple with his tongue before moving to the other.
“Needy Omega,” he growls into my flesh.
It’s not long before he’s kissed and licked his way to the top of the ridiculous hotpants I’m wearing. However, he bypasses them for a moment and pulls my boots off. But then he kisses his way up my legs and to my thighs, and I know I am well and truly fucked if I try to deny myself this man.
“Wait, Puck,” I say weakly.
“Needy Omega,” he says again with a purr. He drags his nose across my cunt, inhaling deeply through the fabric. “Cookies. Shortbread cookies.”
I don’t know what I expected to smell like to Puck, but it wasn’t cookies.
Before I can protest again, he rips the fabric in two and dives between my legs. He licks at me like a man starved, flattening his tongue and dragging the broadest part of it up from my entrance to my clit.
He consumes me, groaning and growling into my flesh as he does so, with an enthusiasm that makes me feel weak. I can’t fight the pleasure that begins to simmer within me.
“Rut,” he growls against my flesh.
“No rut,” I say without any bite.
He shoves two fingers into me, and I yelp at the sudden stretch. He soothes the surprise away with soft suckles on my clit. The combination of his thick fingers gently massaging my upper wall, the spot where his knot will slot in perfectly, and his attention on my clit has my toes curling.
Puck has no hair for me to weave my fingers through, so my hands scramble to get purchase on any part of him. Eventually, I give up, wrapping the sheet up in my hands just before the coil that he’d been winding up within me releases, and pleasure spills out of me, slick soaking his face and hand.
I’m panting, body nearly boneless, as he rises from between my legs. He doesn’t take his eyes off me as he pops the button on his jeans and drags the zipper down, pushing his boxers and pants off in one movement.
My mouth dries up as I stare at his hard cock, the tip glistening with his excitement. “Rut,” he growls again, crawling across the bed to place himself between my legs. His tip drags against me, but he doesn’t push inside me.
I think if I told him to stop, he would. Or I could distract him, at least. I think he’s in Alpha guard, which doesn’t make sense since I didn’t drop, but this sounds similar to what Dr. Knight described happening to him.
He didn’t mention the rutting, but his Omega did drop, so maybe that’s the difference.
Regardless, I’ve got a massive, feral Alpha who’s buried his nature beneath drugs for at least four years, wedged between my thighs, millimeters away from plunging inside me.
I reflexively widen my legs slightly, and he takes that as all the invitation he needs, notching his head at my entrance and slowly pushing inside me.
My eyes roll back, and I wrap my legs around his waist. I’m not sure if I’m trying to speed him up or slow him down, but either way, I know I need him.
His sunshine and grass scent has my body relaxing into his. I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him down to me so I can kiss up his throat. When he’s finally entirely inside me, he pauses, giving me a moment to get used to his size.
“Omega,” he says with a strangled voice. “My Omega.” There’s a reverence to his words that wasn’t there before, and I pull away slightly to look into his eyes.
