Page 69 of Tied in Knots
I grab her hips and flip her over, so she is underneath me now. I plaster her hands either side of her head. “Say it again.”
“Fucking cunting wanker.”
“Oh, ow, upping the game. I’ll show you cunting.” I pull my cock out of her and slap her pussy with it lightly.
She nearly creams herself, wiggling about on the slick covered blankets. So I do it again.
“Harder,” she pants, lifting her hips up to give me easier access.
I slap her again and then rotate the tip over her slippery clit.
I drive back into her, pounding her hard and fast until she screams my name, clawing at my back, marking me with her sharp nails. Her pussy clenches around my cock and I give up. My knot bulges out, expanding inside her tightly, making her cry out with the pressure of the muscle locking us in place.
Grunting softly, I feel my cum fill her up and I can’t help but wonder what would happen if she got pregnant now.
I would be over the moon. It’s all I ever wanted was a loving mate and a family. But we’ve never even talked about whatshewants. We haven’t talked about anything to do with her becoming our mate, except to inform her that was our plan. There wasn’t really time for a brutal, honest conversation without her heat affecting her and us.
I rest my forehead against hers, loving that she wraps her legs around me to hold me close.
I want to tell her that I love her, but it’s too soon.
Isn’t it?
I know I feel it. She is kind, funny, sweet, bold and caring. She will fight for those she loves, and I want to be one so badly, it makes my body ache.
As my breathing slows, my knot starts to go down. We are at the end of our rut, and this will be the last time we fuck her like this until next quarter. I want to keep her close just a little bit longer, breathing in her strawberries and honey cream scent, feeling her slick coating my cock, feeling her heart beat next to mine.
“I love you,” I blurt out and the nest goes completely silent.
All I can hear is my own breathing.
If she says, ‘thank you’, I will be humiliated beyond belief.
She rolls us over and lays her head on my chest. “I think I love you too,” she says eventually.
“I’ll take it, and work on making you know it.”
My heart sings with joy when she smiles up at me, and then she is ripped from my grasp by a very horny Ben, who practically devours her face, he kisses her so deeply.
I prop myself up on an elbow to watch them, enjoying seeing the omega that I love, receiving the love she deserves from good alphas who will do anything for her to make her happy and keep her safe.
ChapterThirty-Seven
Benjamin
Claiming Faith’s mouth with mine in a kiss so deep, so erotic after what I just did with her, sends me into a state of raw lust. I want to pin her down and rut with her until she screams for mercy, however, there is something I need to do first.
Reluctantly, I pull away, taking her hand, leading her quickly out of the nest and into the bathroom. I step into the shower and turn the water on, coolish again so she can join me.
I reach for the soap and washcloth, but her hand on mine stops me.
“Let me,” she says quietly, almost shyly.
“Faith,” I murmur, closing my eyes and revelling in the gorgeous sweetness of the woman I know I also love. Damn Harvey for jumping in there, but I should’ve known. He feels deeply and openly, and it was a dead cert he’d crash hard for this omega with a heart of pure gold with a dash of spice and sass.
It breaks my heart to think she was dulled by her family life, unable to shine as brightly as she was meant to.
I keep my eyes closed as she runs the soapy cloth over my chest tentatively. She dips lower, over my stomach and then takes my hard cock in her small, soft hand, cleaning my shaft and balls. I open my eyes and watch her do this. I jerk in her hand. She tries to hide her smile, but I see it anyway. Dropping to her knees to wash the rest of my body, I let out a whimper of restraint. I’ve done this so many times before to other women, but no one has ever done this to me. I didn’t think I wanted them to. It’s a sign of complete vulnerability. My insides wither at the thought of anyone else doing this, but with Faith, it makes me feel like a god. Like I’m on top of the world,herworld and nothing else matters.
