Page 65 of Knot Enough
A low whine rumbled in his throat, but he listened. Hooded, lust-filled eyes dropped as I spread my legs wide. There were no more angry murmurs on the other side of the door. I ground down on him harder than the last, fighting the urge to take his knot.
Mine.
His thighs shook as his jaw hung open.
“I’m going to come,” he rasped. His brows furrowed as nails dug into his wrist.
“Not yet.” My breath was ragged, and he shuddered. I slammed down harder, watching as his fat, wet cock disappeared. His breaths expelled from his chest as my orgasm built. I rubbed my clit, and my toes curled as my pussy pulsed.
“Please,” he begged quietly. I ran my tongue along my top lip as he hit that sweet spot repeatedly. Pleasure melted into desperation as I refused his orgasm.
“Oh, fuck, Grimm,” I moaned as my body slapped against his. “I’m coming!”
I kept that slow, punishing rhythm, feeling him swell inside me even as I rode the waves of my own release.
“Lena, please,” he whined. I reached forward, grabbing his face with my palm, muffling the sound. His brows furrowed, the divot between them prominent, as he begged with his eyes.
“Mark me. Fill me up, Alpha,” I whispered as I picked up speed.
He growled and bit down hard. Warmth dripped down my palm as his eyes flashed. Ropes of cum spurted, filling and oozing out of me, and I fuck him as his pleasure ripped another orgasm from me. His emotions hit me in the chest as I bounced on him: reverence, relief, and hunger. He bit into my palm, and blood dripped from his chin. Grimm claimed me. I leaned down and rested my chest against his, and gave what I hadn’t offered anyone else–my bite.
Grimm pulled back and wrapped his arm around me, holding me close. I sank my teeth into him, marking him as mine. When I pulled away, he was blissed out, but focused on me. I stroked his hair and licked my bond mark. For the first time, I was happy. Not because he gave me what I’d craved from them, but because I took it.
THIRTY-THREE
I leaned my forehead on the sill of the bedroom. I’d stood here the entire time they fucked, and it hadn’t tapered off until a few minutes ago.
She let him into the room. As much as it was my fault for the distance between us, my little Omega should be with me.
The entire time they’d been in there, I’d been combing through ideas of how I could win her back to me. My thoughts were tinged with desperation. For now, there was one thing her delicious body needed.
I creaked the door open a sliver to find her sprawled across the bed, naked and spent. Her breasts rose and fell with each breath. She had such a succulent body. Grimm lay on his front, curling her hair with a finger.
They’d fucked hard, and she must be hurting. Her chest rose and fell harshly, telling me she was still awake.
I shouldered into the fire-lit room. He met my eyes with a satisfied smirk on his lips. He was happy as fuck. I trailed my gaze down to the teeth marks in his neck. No . . . I stiffened, slowing to a stop before reaching the bed. Lena hadn’t opened her eyes yet. Fortunate since I was struggling to keep myselfcontrolled and not lunge forward to collect her into my arms. My hands shook, and I balled them.
Patience, patience . . .
I breathed out in a steady stream. Violence wasn’t the answer right now, as much as I wanted to shred the room apart. Or just take her and run.
Axel had shown how he cared for her by bathing and feeding her. I wasn’t a cook like him, but I could do the bathing one. He’d gotten her to soften with his care.
I rolled my neck and approached, gently sweeping her into my arms. Her eyes flew open.
“What are you doing?” she gasped, her arms flailing. I tossed her a bit to settle her against my chest. She smelled like sex and Grimm, and wholly herself. My cock stiffened.
“The hall bathroom has the largest tub,” Grimm called, and I jerked my head at him in thanks. I never believed I’d be allied to the man who killed my brother. I had complicated feelings on the topic, but I needed to focus on saving my relationship.
I strode directly for that bathroom.
“Kane,” Lena admonished, her glare fixed on me.
“Let me take care of you,” I murmured. I met her eyes and dropped them to her lips, offering my submission. She gasped, and her hand on my chest clenched. Being submissive went against everything I was, but for her, I could do it.
When she didn’t utter another word, I kept forward, nudging the bathroom door open. With her in my arms, I balanced her to one side of my chest and dropped on the closed toilet seat with her legs sprawled over my thighs. I reached over to turn the bath on and made sure the temperature wouldn’t burn her.
She covered her yawn with her hand.
