Page 84 of Knotting Hill
JP moves his mouth away, to her vocal protests, but he is making way for me. I know he wants to be last to bite her, and that’s fine with me. I want to be first.
I loom over her, gazing into her glazed eyes and slide my cock inside her.
“Fuck,” I groan, feeling her slick drench me. “Fuck, Storm.”
I thrust hard and passionately, hearing the slurping sound as I pound her wet pussy, giving her what we both need. She arches her back, her nipples pink and ripe, inviting me to bite them.Josh gets there first, though, while JP trails his hand over her stomach and lower until his fingers find her clit.
I grunt, slamming into her as JP teases her into a state of frenzy. She cries out, coming all over me.
I growl, burying my cock deeper into her pussy. “Storm, I need you.”
She purrs loudly, writhing underneath me, wrapping her legs around me. JP removes his hand, and he and Josh help Storm into a sitting position. She is falling fast into her heat. Soon she will crave the knot and have nothing else on her mind until she gets it. I pull back, withdrawing from her hot haven and sit back. She crawls into my lap, wrapping her legs around me. She smiles sweetly, already showing signs of exhaustion. I guide my cock back into her, knowing I’m seconds away from detonating a load of cum into her womb. She moves her hips, and that’s all it takes.
With a low, possessive growl, I shoot my load and tangle my fingers in her hair, drawing her closer. I inhale her fresh cherry scent and bare my teeth, grazing her before I bite down sharply at the same time my knot bulges inside her, locking us together for the next few minutes, ensuring my seed stays inside her where it belongs.
“Fuck!” she roars, shuddering through another climax. “Fuck, Russell, harder.”
I oblige, clamping down until I draw blood. She purrs frantically, clawing at me as her pussy clenches tightly around my knot, claiming my body and soul.
I release her, my mouth dripping with blood, and tilt my head in invitation.
She nuzzles me softly, kissing me, sucking my skin into her mouth before she nips me hard enough to make my cock jerk inside her.
I groan when she opens her mouth wider and bites me harshly, her purr vibrating from her throat through my body,pushing me to the edge of another climax. But I just hover there, unable to come again so quickly. It’s like being left on the precipice of a cliff, not knowing if you are going to fall or be rescued.
“Fuck!” I roar, wishing my balls would cooperate and give me another orgasm.
Storm releases her bite and drops her forehead to mine. The edge vanishes, and all that’s left is our two bodies joined together in this intimate act that hasneverfelt this fantastic before.
“I love you, Storm,” I murmur. “You are perfect.”
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Josh
I can’t help myself.I want to touch her, to run my hands over her body and feel her warmth against my skin. I scoot closer, my longing to be nearer to her increasing.
JP and Russell are watching me watching her, which is arousing me further in a way. I reach out and touch her lightly, my fingertips barely grazing her. I can feel the heat shimmering off her skin. She is feverish and sleeping, curled up in her nest after mating with Russell. I move my hand up her arm as I start to trace her outline, my other hand following suit. I watch her as she sleeps, taking in her beauty, her peacefulness, and the way her hair frames her face.
She stirs under my movements but settles again a few moments later. I flit my fingers down to her neck, tracing the bite there, the jagged mark that is the sign of her mating with my packmate—a stark reminder of the passion that had consumed them both. I want to kiss the mark, to feel her marred skin against mine, but I hesitate, afraid that I will wake her when she needs to rest.
But my desire is stronger than my concern. I lean forward, my lips gently brushing against the bite. Her skin is hot against mine. A surge of electricity runs through my body, making me shiver in delight. I need to feel her in my arms, her body pressed against mine, and without thinking, I pull her closer, wrapping her in my embrace and burying my face in the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent that makes my mouth water.
Making sure I have the knotty vibrator nearby, I place my mouth below the mark Russ gave her and bite down gently.
She purrs on instinct, her eyes opening. She turns her head toward me and smiles. “Don’t just sit there. Ravage me.”
I chuckle. “As you wish, my queen.”
“Mmm. Yes, and don’t you forget it.”
I kiss her softly, my lips finding the mark once more. She moans softly. I harden against her, my own desire growing more and more. Moving my hand down her body, my fingertips tracing circles around her belly and down to the apex of her thighs. I tease her with my touch, my lips finding her neck again and trailing down to her collarbone, her soft skin against my own.
“Do you want me to bite you?” I murmur shyly. It’s not the same for a beta to bite an omega. It won’t bond her to me in the same way it will an alpha, but I still want my mark on her, and I want her to mark me as well.
“Of course,” she says in surprise. “You have to.”
I love her so much. She never makes me feel less than the alphas. Not that I think that about myself, but sometimes, like now, during the mating, it’s hard not to feel a bit inferior when my body is not equipped to ease her heat.
