Page 22 of Knot Their Safe Haven
Pre-cum leaked steadily from the tip, and I used it to ease the way as I positioned myself at her entrance.
"This is wrong," I whispered, even as I pressed forward. "So wrong, Velvet. But I can't...I need..."
She moaned as the head of my cock breached her, her body accepting me with an eagerness that destroyed my last reservations.
I pushed in slowly, inch by torturous inch, my entire body trembling with the effort of restraint. Her inner walls gripped me like a vice, hot and wet and perfect, and I had to bite down hard on my tongue to keep from groaning too loudly.
The silk sheets rustled beneath us as her body unconsciously adjusted to accommodate me, her back arching slightly, pressing her ass more firmly against my hips.
"That's it," I breathed against her neck, my voice barely audible. "Take me, love. Even in sleep, your body knows what it's craving for."
The guilt churned in my stomach, mixing with the intoxicating pleasure until I couldn't separate one from the other. This was a violation of every ethical principle I'd sworn to uphold, every boundary I'd promised myself I'd never cross.But God help me, I couldn't stop.Not when she felt like heaven wrapped around my cock, her quiet whimpers suggested pleasure rather than distress.
I began to move, careful and measured thrusts that had sweat beading on my forehead within moments.
Each slide in and out of her tight heat sent sparks shooting up my spine, and I had to focus on my breathing to maintain control. The last thing I wanted was to hurt her, even in this twisted moment of weakness.
Her pussy clenched around me rhythmically, and I recognized the telltale signs of her body building toward another climax. Even unconscious, even drugged by those damned pills, she was responsive. It made me wonder how many nights she'd spent like this, her body crying out for what we all refused to give her properly.
"Fifteen years," I whispered, pressing kisses along the column of her throat. "Of watching you suffer, of knowing what you need and being too much of a coward to claim you properly. Knox has his excuses, Adyani has hers, but what's mine? That I'm afraid of breaking professional boundaries? That I value my reputation over your happiness?"
My hand slid around to cup her breast through the silk, feeling the weight of it in my palm. Her nipple was hard against my touch, and when I rolled it gently between my fingers, she moaned my name again. The sound went straight to my cock, making it twitch inside her.
"Malcom," she breathed, and there was something different in her voice now. Not quite awake, but not fully asleep either. That dangerous twilight state where dreams and reality blurred.
I froze, my cock buried deep inside her, waiting to see if she would wake fully. Part of me wanted her to—wanted her to turn and see me, to either damn me for this violation or pull me deeper.But she simply sighed and pressed back against me, her body seeking more contact, more friction.
"Please," she mumbled, and I couldn't tell if she was dreaming or aware.
Unable to resist, I resumed my movements, slightly faster now, slightly deeper.
The wet sounds of our coupling filled the room, obscene and beautiful in equal measure. I could feel her slick coating my shaft, dripping down to wet my balls with each thrust. She was so ready, so desperate for this connection, and it killed me thatshe had to find it like this—in the shadows of sleep, in stolen moments that she'd never acknowledge come morning.
My free hand traced down her stomach, finding its way between her legs to circle her clit. The moment I made contact, her entire body shuddered, and I knew she was close. I worked with her with the expertise of someone who'd studied her body for years, who knew exactly how much pressure she liked, exactly what rhythm would drive her over the edge.
"Cum for me, Velvet," I commanded softly, my medical training warring with my base desires. "Let go for your Alpha."
She came with a soft cry, her pussy clamping down on my cock so hard I saw stars.
I gritted my teeth, fighting my own release as her inner walls milked me, trying to draw out what nature demanded I give her. My knot began to swell at the base of my cock, and I knew I had to pull out now or risk being locked inside her—something that would be impossible to explain away come morning.
With far too much effort, I withdrew, my cock slipping free with a wet sound that made us both whimper.
I immediately wrapped my hand around my shaft, working myself with quick, desperate strokes. The sight of her pussy, swollen and dripping with her arousal and my pre-come, was enough to push me over the edge.
I came with a muffled groan, my release painting white streaks across the sheets beside her. My knot pulsed painfully in my grip as I massaged it, the lack of proper stimulation making it ache. This was my punishment, I supposed—this hollow climax that satisfied nothing, that only emphasized what we were both missing.
As the fog of lust cleared, the full weight of what I'd done crashed over me.
I'd fucked her while she slept. I'd taken advantage of her trust, her vulnerability, her medicated state. I was no betterthan the Alphas we protected her from, perhaps worse because she trusted me.
"I'm so sorry," I whispered, already reaching for the tissues on her nightstand. "God, Velvet, I'm so fucking sorry."
I cleaned her with gentle efficiency. She'd been so wet, so ready, that my intrusion had caused no physical damage.
The emotional and ethical damage was another matter entirely.
Moving carefully, I slipped out of bed and padded to her dresser. I knew where she kept her nightgowns—had helped her organize them once when she'd been recovering from a particularly brutal fever a few years back.
