Page 39 of Tying the Knot
“Say no more. You did the right thing ringing me. You absolutely have to stay here. It’s not safe. I don’t know why I’m telling you that. You already know; that’s why you rang me.”
I snort, which sets off my cramps again.
My strangled moan sets him on edge. “Jesus,” he mutters when I curl up in my nest. “Can I try something?”
“What?” I bleat.
I freeze when his warm hands land on my knees. “Do you consent to me touching you?” he asks.
My heart thumps. It’s been days since anyone touched me. Longer, that I was touched with affection or love. I can’t remember feeling this treasured by my pack, ever. And all he did was touch my knees and ask me a question.
I gulp. “What are you going to do?”
“I don’t have a knot, obviously, but I can ease your suffering until I get you what you need.”
“How?”
“Can I show you? It involves intimacy. Is that okay?”
I let out a small whimper. All I want, apart from the knot, is some intimacy. I miss it. I need it. “Yes,” I purr loudly, my eyes never leaving his.
He swallows and inhales deeply, pushing my legs gently apart. I roll onto my back and watch him.
He reaches out to touch my pussy, sliding his fingers softly over my clit. I moan and arch my back.
Slipping two fingers into me, he thrusts gently, coating his hand with slick.
He pants harshly the more I drench him. Three fingers, then four, thrusting with more force the more he adds. I know what he is planning, and I absolutely adore him for it. I wiggle, already feeling the heat intensify. My skin feels like it is on fire. My brain is shrouded in fog. I cry out when he pulls back and then thrusts his fist into my pussy, simulating a knot that I clench around, climaxing furiously, desperately. My nipples are aching under the fabric of Nik’s tee.
“That’s it, love,” Dylan croons. “Ease your heat.”
“Fuck!” I roar as my pussy clutches his fist so tightly that I don’t think it’s going to let go. It’s like a knot in reverse. I’ve got hold of him, and I never want to let him go. I scream his name as slick gushes out of my pussy, soaking the sheets underneath me, but I don’t care. He has selflessly given me what I need to end my suffering until he can get me what I need.
“Christ,” he mutters, his voice quivering with desire as his fist is stuck up my pussy, soaked in slick. “You are so beautiful.”
Panting, I try to ignore his words. If he carries on, I might get the wrong idea, and I can’t do that. I need to protect myself.
But even my head knows it’s too late. My heart has opened up to this generous, gorgeous man, and as I shudder, coming again so intensely, my body convulses. I feel the bond to three of my mates snap, ripped to shreds by their own actions, their lack of care for me and our bond and this beta taking care of me the way a mateshould. Did my ex-pack even stop to think about how their being arrested would affect me this way? I’m guessing not, and it makes it even easier to let them go.
“Dylan,” I pant as the minutes tick away.
“How do you feel?”
“Much better. Thank you.”
I can feel my pussy ease up on his fist. He must do as well as he slowly withdraws, giving me the care I need and not just leaving me vacant and wanting.
He grins, that cheeky smile that makes my heart flutter all of a sudden. “You’re welcome. I take snuggles as well as snacks for payment.”
I snort and grab his shirt, pulling him down next to me on the driest side of the nest. I turn into him and cup his face. “I have no words.”
“You don’t need them. I’m glad you’re feeling better.”
“How old are you?”
He frowns. “Why?”
“You look younger than I think you are.”
