Page 30 of Knot your Princess
Trent’s mouth attached to my clit is one of the best sensations I’ve ever felt. The pre heat that was brewing seems to have launched straight into a heat, and the relief that I’m a normal omega, coupled with the hotness of this sex, is driving me to the point where I'm about to combust. The need for a knot inside my pussy, even though I’ve never had one, is clawing at me. I need to feel it. I have to have it to be able to breathe properly.
As the blood pumps through my veins, heating up, making me sweat and gush slick into his mouth, I cry out and climax like never before.
“Cain!” I scream, clutching his head to keep him exactly where he is.
He groans, but then time slows down.
“What?” he asks, peering up at me from between my legs.
I blink slowly. “What?”
“You said ‘Cain’.”
Oh, shit. Oh, fuck. Think, Sugar, think.
“Uhm, no, I saidcame.” Oh, for fuck’s sake, like he’s going to buy that.
“Came?” His confused expression heats my cheeks. It feels like my face has been thrust into the middle of the sun.
“Uh-huh.”Why, oh, why did I think of Cain right now?
“Oh, okay,” he murmurs. “Glad you did.”
“Huh?” I wrinkle up my nose.
“Came.”
“Oh.”
We stare at each other.
“Sorry, I think I’ve just started my heat. My brain is a bit foggy…”
He clears his throat. “You have started your heat. It has forced my rut.”
“What does that mean?”
“I’m not sure…”
More staring.
“You’ve never had a heat before?” he asks suddenly, looking even more confused.
I shake my head.
He carefully removes his hands from me and stands up. “Erm…how—how old are you?”
I snort with amusement at his discomfort that he thinks he defiled an innocent girl. “Twenty-six.”
He breathes out in relief. “Thank fuck… I—I… Twenty-six?”
“Yes, for real. You can check my ID. Well, you could if I had my bag, but I don’t. I’m a late bloomer.”
“You are perfect,” he says, dropping onto the bed beside me. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable or have to explain yourself.” He leans over and kisses my forehead with a sweet kiss that makes me want to cry.
Tilting my head up, I capture his mouth with mine, eager to get back to the business at hand. Shoving Cain firmly to one side, I focus on Trent. Face aside, they arenothingalike. Trent is sweet and caring, shy and lovely. Cain is a rude brute whose wandering dick can definitely stay away from me.
Twisting my tongue around his, I’m glad when he sinks into it again. His fingertips brush over the scratch marks he gave me, making me wince.
