Page 60 of Knotting Hill
Surprising me, Storm leans in and bites my bottom lip, her teeth grazing my skin. I grunt, my cock twitching in pleasure, my heart beating faster.
Moving back to strip off my jeans quickly, I return to her soft embrace, claiming her mouth with mine as I reach up to cupher breasts and squeeze her nipples in the crook of my thumb. She moans softly into my mouth, lying back so I can mount her. I can’t wait another second. I need to feel her slick coating my cock as I slide into her.
With an inward groan, I murmur, “Do you have protection?”
“Don’t you carry it with you?”
“Usually,” I admit. “I never have sex without it, but with you…I want to feel you.”
“Every time?” she asks curiously.
“Every single time. I’m safe.”
She considers my words carefully. I know she won’t get pregnant because she isn’t on her heat. That’s how it works for an omega, but I understand she has to think about the other stuff.
When she opens her legs wide, inviting me to drive my hard-as-iron cock into her sweet haven, I let out a low growl and accept. She responds with a purr that sends a thrill up my spine. It’s possessive and exciting, showing me that I’m hers and she is mine.
I lend a thought to my packmates, but I know they wouldn’t begrudge me this time with her, as I wouldn’t with them. We will all come together when the timing is right.
We move together, our bodies intertwined in a passionate embrace. It is exhilarating and beyond anything I have experienced before. If I didn’t already know she was my mate, this love-making would’ve convinced me. My desire grows more and more intense, as does her arousal. She arches her back and coats me with slick, verging on a climax that is going to grip my cock with the force of an omega desperate to be claimed. I want her more than I have ever wanted anything before.
She screams my name, gushing slick over my cock as she comes intensely. I groan when her pussy clutches my cock just as I knew it would. I continue to pump into her, slamming againsther hips deeper, faster, with more intensity than I thought possible.
“Fuck!” I roar. “Storm!”
“JP,” she screams, shuddering underneath me as her climax tears through her body. “Yes!”
I grunt, shooting my load into her. I can’t knot her, I’m not in my rut, and it’s my biggest regret to date. I want that with her more than anything.
Soon.
I know in my heart now that it will happen.
But I still need to tell her the thing that has been weighing on me…but not yet. I don’t want anything to ruin this moment.
Thirty-Seven
Storm
I liebeside JP in my bed, his skin against mine, feeling peaceful and tranquil in the afterglow of our lovemaking. His body heat is warming my skin, the solidness of his chest pressing against my cheek, and the weight of his arm around my waist is comforting and gives me a sense of feeling safe in his arms. His scent is an intoxicatingly sweet torture that I want to taste.
The feeling of blissful contentment that had overwhelmed me during our lovemaking still lingers in my body. His passionate embrace has coaxed out a desire I have never known before. I want more of him, more of this feeling. I want to explore his body and soul even deeper and find out what else we have to discover between us.
My mind races with a million thoughts, and my heart races with a million feelings. I want to allow this moment to last forever, and yet, I’m already eager to experience him all over again. I want to be the one who drives us this time, to take control, to explore the physicality of our pleasure with an even closer connection.
I gently reach for his hand and intertwine our fingers, his skin warm against my own. I relish the feeling of our bodies being so close, so intimate.
“I want to ride you,” I whisper, surprising him, my lips brushing against his skin.
He growls his response, tightening his grip on me and pulling me closer. His scent and warmth spread throughout my entire body.
I slowly shift and roll onto him, straddling him. His beautiful blue eyes sparkle in the moonlight, capturing my gaze and holding it with a passionate intensity. I move closer, my lips finding his with a tenderness and desire that is flooding me as I feel his cock stirring underneath me.
He kisses me back with the same intensity and passion. Our tongues duel with each other, weaving a passionate course that seems to last forever. My desire for him deepens with every kiss, every caress. My heart races in anticipation as I mould my body with his, my hands moving up and down his body, discovering places and sensations new to me.
His hands are everywhere, trailing over my body with a gentle touch that is both arousing and comforting.
I reach for his engorged cock, a soft moan escaping my lips. I tease myself with the tip, rotating it over my slippery clit. He groans with frustration, needing to be inside me. He lifts his hips, trying to control the rhythm, but this is my turn. Edging myself with his cock, I eventually guide him inside me. I sink onto him with a low moan, which turns into a purr as he fills me up, stretching me wide. He is a good size and seems to fit inside me like he was made for me.
