Page 111 of Knot in Bloom
I slide one finger inside her slick heat, feeling how her inner walls flutter around the intrusion. She’s tight and incredibly responsive, clenching around me like she never wants to let go.
“More,” she begs, her nails digging into my shoulders. “Please, Reid, I need more.”
I add a second finger, curling them to find that spot inside her that makes her see stars. When I apply pressure, she cries out, her back arching as pleasure crashes through her.
“That’s it,” I encourage, working her with skilled precision. “Let me hear how good this feels.”
She can’t form coherent words anymore, only broken sounds of pleasure as I build her higher. My thumb finds her clit, circling the sensitive bundle while my fingers work inside her. The combination makes her shake with need.
“Reid, I’m going to—” She cuts off with a scream as her first orgasm tears through her, her inner walls clenching around my fingers so hard it’s almost violent.
I don’t stop. Before the aftershocks fade, I’m building her toward another peak, using different pressure, different angles. She’s sobbing my name, her whole body trembling with the intensity of sensation.
“I can’t,” she whimpers, but her body betrays her words, responding eagerly to my touch.
“You can,” I tell her with quiet authority. “You’re going to come for me again. Because I love watching you fall apart.”
When the second climax hits, she screams again, tears streaming down her face from the overwhelming pleasure. I gentle my touch, helping her ride out the waves until she’s boneless in my arms.
“Beautiful,” I murmur, pressing soft kisses to her throat. “You’re so beautiful when you let go.”
“Need you,” she whispers, her voice hoarse from screaming. “Need you inside me. Please.”
I position myself at her entrance, the head of my cock sliding through her abundant slick. She’s burning hot and incredibly wet, her body more than ready for what I’m about to give her.
“Take me,” I tell her, my voice rough with need. “Take everything you want.”
She begins to sink down onto me slowly, her eyes locked on mine. The feeling of her surrounding me, so tight and perfect and mine, makes my vision blur. She moves with deliberate grace, taking her time, letting me feel every perfect inch of her.
“Love how you fill me,” she pants, head thrown back as she finds her rhythm. “Love feeling so connected to you.”
I reach between us to find her most sensitive spot again, circling with gentle pressure while my other hand grips her hip. Her response is immediate—a sharp intake of breath, her inner walls fluttering around me.
“That’s it,” I growl, my voice dropping into that possessive alpha tone that makes her clench around me. “Take what you need from your alpha.”
Her movements become more urgent as I work her with skilled fingers, building her higher. I can feel my knot beginning to swell at the base of my cock, preparing to lock us together in the most intimate way possible. The pressure builds slowly, inevitably, my body preparing to claim her completely.
“Reid,” she gasps, feeling my knot pressing against her entrance. “Your knot—I can feel it growing. It’s getting so big.”
“Want it?” I ask, increasing the pressure on her clit while my knot continues to swell. “Want me to lock inside you right here?”
“Yes,” she sobs, bearing down to take my expanding knot. “Please, want your knot. Want to be locked together with you.”
The stretch as my knot pushes inside makes us both cry out. She’s so tight around me, her body welcoming the fullness even as it becomes almost overwhelming. I can feel her inner walls stretching to accommodate my knot, the sensation so intense it makes me see stars.
“So big,” she whimpers, tears streaming down her face as she adjusts to the incredible fullness. “So full, Reid. I can feel every inch of you.”
“That’s right,” I growl, my control hanging by a thread. “My knot is going to lock us together. Keep us connected.”
When my knot finally inflates completely, locking us together, she screams my name as her climax crashes through her. Her whole body convulses with the intensity, inner walls clamping down on my knot so hard I see actual stars behind my closed eyelids.
I follow immediately after, buried deep and knotted tight, my release filling her in endless waves. The sensation of being locked together, completely connected, makes everything elsedisappear. There’s only her—her scent, her heat, the way she clings to me like I’m her anchor.
“Mine,” I growl against her throat, overcome with possessive satisfaction. “My perfect omega.”
“Yours,” she agrees breathlessly, her voice broken from screaming. “Always yours, Reid.”
We stay locked together for nearly fifteen minutes, her body occasionally fluttering around my knot as aftershocks ripple through her. I can feel her complete relaxation through our bond, the way her perfectionist anxiety has finally melted away.
