Page 108 of Down Knot Out
He leans over, letting his hairy chest brush the curve of my back, beard scratching my shoulder. “Shhh. Let me in, sweetheart. You can take it.”
I exhale, and with the release of air, my body opens, and he slides in the rest of the way, burying himself to the hilt.
For a heartbeat, there’s nothing but the perfect,impossible fit of him, the pressure and stretch of my body yielding to his. He rocks back, pulling halfway out before slamming forward. The impact ripples through me, shaking the last of the air from my lungs.
He finds a rhythm, slow at first, then harder. Each stroke slaps skin to skin, filling the room with a sound that leaves no doubt about what we’re doing. He wraps a fist in my hair, pulling my head up and back so my throat arches.
The angle lets him drive deeper, and each time, the ridge of his head catches a place inside that has me shaking.
“Good little Omega,” he rasps, breath hot on my ear. “You were made for me. For us.”
I whimper, hands fisting in the bedding. He pounds into me, harder now, one arm around my middle, pinning me to him as he fucks me into the mattress.
“You’re perfect.” He grinds into me. “You’re going to be so pretty in Heat, stretched over our bondmates.”
I moan at the image, at the animal hunger in his words.
He slows, letting his cock rest inside me. His hand slides from my hip to the cleft of my ass, stroking the pucker there.
“Ready to take more?” His hand strokes down my spine. “To be filled in both places at once?”
My entire body clenches at the thought, every muscle going tight, slick flooding from my body in anticipation.
“Yes,” I gasp. “I want it. Please, Alpha, I want all of you.”
He laughs and pulls out of me to grab the tentacle toy from the covers.
“You’re not going to break, sweetheart.” He lubes the toy with my arousal, coating every curve and ridge before bringing it to my ass. “You’re made for this. For taking everything your Alphas want to give you.”
He works the tip back into me, careful and slow, his other hand massaging my lower back, coaxing me to relax. The memory of the earlier pleasure it gave makes my muscles yield, and the tentacle slides in with a new, burning stretch.
The feeling is too much and somehow not enough. It borders on the edge of what I can take, but I still want more.
He keeps going, feeding it in, the ridges catching on the rim before popping inside, one by one. My head falls to the mattress as I whimper and moan.
“That’s it,” he says. “Let it all go. You’re so pretty when you open for me.”
He thrusts the toy the rest of the way in and leaves it in place, the base still poking out from between my cheeks. With both hands, he spreads my ass cheeks and leans in to tongue the place where the toy disappears inside me. The heat of his mouth, the wetness, and the graze of his beard all combine to become too much.
I moan, rocking my hips backward, silently pleading.
The mattress shifts as he moves behind me again and notches his cock back into position.
As he pushes inside, the toy filling my ass magnifies the pressure, and every ridge and vein of his cock drags over sensitive flesh. The two together create a fullness that leaves me gasping, tears pricking my eyes, as the sensations loop and double, amplifying every nerve ending.
Blake starts to fuck me in earnest, the thrust of his cock dragging the toy inside me with each thrust. They move together in a rhythm that sets my entire lower body on fire.
His hands grip my hips, pulling me back to meet every stroke. “You feel that?” He grinds into me, his body pushing the dildo deeper. “This is what your pack will do to you, little Omega. We’regoing to fill every hole until you can’t think or walk.”
The words melt me, my bones turning to vapor. “Love you, Blake.”
“Love you, too, sweet girl,” he moans, his hips rocking.
My orgasm starts as a gathering current, tension wrapping around the base of my spine and climbing. But as Blake’s rhythm speeds up, it intensifies, white-hot and blinding. I scream his name, the sound muffled by the mattress as my fists twist in the bedding.
He slams into me, again and again, the base of his cock swelling as his knot starts to form.
“Going to knot you, sweetheart,” he warns, but I’m already there, already clenching so hard around him and the toy that I feel ready to shatter.
