Page 52 of Tying the Knot
“Can I be there when you tell him? I want to see if it hurts.”
He shakes his head. “No, this is something I need to do alone.”
Disappointment hits me hard. I want to see his pride ripped to shreds when he hears someone else, someone as gorgeous and good as Elijah, wants me.
I nod, expecting this tryst to be at its end, but he surprises me by picking me up by my waist and holding me close. I wrap my legs around him, our lips colliding again.
“Do you want this?” he murmurs.
“More than anything.”
“You aren’t just doing this to hurt them?”
“No,” I say seriously. “You and me, and the rest of the pack have nothing to do with him. This is for us.”
“I want you, Morgan. Can I have you?”
“Yes. I am free to be with you in my head and my heart.”
He takes a couple of strides forward and lowers me to the bed. He removes my shoes and socks before he leans over to flick my jeans undone. I raise my hips so he can pull them down, bringing my knickers along for the ride.
He inhales deeply, his eyes going dark with unfettered desire when he smells my arousal. “You are gorgeous,” he growls. “You are mine.”
“I am yours. Claim me.” I sit up and remove my top and bra, watching for his reaction as my breasts tumble free.
His gaze drops from my eyes to my tits. His expression tells me how much he finds me attractive. I know it well. My ex-alphas had it more often than not. They fancied me and enjoyed my body, but that is it.
I push them from my mind and lick my lips, urging him to remove his own clothes so I can see his hard body. I want to run my hands and my tongue over his warm skin. I want to kiss him all over before I slide over his cock.
“Fuck, Morgan,” he growls, getting naked, and dropping to his knees. He drags me down the bed by my ankles.
I giggle, but he shuts me up by burying his face between my legs.
I gasp as his tongue licks my clit, flicking it gently as he eases two fingers inside me. “Your heat is receding?” he asks briefly before going back to tongue fucking me with an expertise that makes me climax quickly and thoroughly. I arch my back as my heated blood rushes through my veins.
“Yes,” I pant.
“I need to knot inside you, my rut responded to you.”
“I want that.”
He growls his response, driving his tongue up my pussy as his fingers take over on my clit.
“What about the rest of the pack?” I rasp, breathless already from the attention to my clit.
“Later. Let me have you first.”
It’s not a question. It’s a demand, and one I give in to without a second thought. There will be time for everyone. Right now, the prime alpha wants me, and I will give him anything he wants if he keeps on coaxing orgasms out of me with just his tongue. I tremble when I imagine how his cock will feel. I caught a glimpse of it before he dropped to his knees. It’s long and thick and nearly as big as the knotty vibrator. I can’t wait to have him enter me.
Bucking on the bed as another climax rips through my body, slick pooling underneath me, I cry out.
He laps at my slick, drinking it, enjoying it.
“Will you allow me into your nest?” he asks quietly, his lips damp with slick.
I nod and sit up, scooting back so he can join me. I grab his face and kiss him, tasting myself on his lips. He devours my mouth, looming over me, solid and reassuring. Nerves hit my stomach hard, so much so that I go lightheaded and pull back.
Instantly, he freezes. “We don’t have to do this if you aren’t ready.”
