Page 95 of Knot in Bloom
The broken repetition of ‘please’ nearly undoes me. She’s in genuine distress. Heat-drunk and desperate for the only thing that will ease her suffering.
“I know, sweetheart,” I murmur, crawling up her body to gather her against my chest. “I’m going to give you what you need. Going to fill you up and make it all better.”
Her response is immediate and violent. She claws at my clothes with desperate fingers. Too far gone for finesse. I help her strip away the barriers between us. When my naked cock springs free, she whimpers at the sight of my already swelling knot.
“Yes,” she gasps, trying to pull me closer. “Please, Levi, need it so much. Need you to claim me.”
I position myself at her entrance. The head of my cock sliding through the abundant slick between her thighs. She’s burning hot and incredibly wet. Her body more than ready for what I’m about to give her.
“This is going to help,” I promise, looking into her wild, unfocused eyes. “My knot is going to fill you up and make the pain stop.”
“Yes,” she whimpers, past the point of coherent speech. “Please, please, need?—”
I push inside her slowly. Feeling her body welcome me with desperate relief. She’s incredibly tight despite all the slick. Inner walls fluttering and clenching around me as I sink deeper.
“Oh,” she breathes. For the first time since her heat peaked, her voice sounds almost human again. “Oh, Levi, yes. So full.”
“Feel better?” I ask, holding myself still inside her. Letting her body adjust to my size.
“Better,” she whimpers, but I can feel the way she’s still trembling with need. “But need more. Need you to move, need your knot. Please don’t stop.”
I start with careful, measured strokes. Watching her face for any sign of discomfort. But she’s perfect for me. Taking every inch eagerly. Her slick making the slide effortless as her body welcomes mine home.
“More,” she begs. Her nails digging into my shoulders hard enough to leave marks. “Harder, please, I can take it. Need it so much.”
I give her what she’s asking for. Increasing my pace until the sound of skin meeting skin fills the room. My knot begins to swell at the base of my cock. I feel her body responding instinctively. Inner walls fluttering in preparation.
“Your knot,” she gasps. Her eyes wide with desperate hunger as she feels me beginning to expand inside her. “Getting bigger. Need it, Levi, need your knot so much it hurts.”
“You’re going to get it,” I growl. Feeling my control slipping as her heat scent wraps around us like a drug. “Going to knot you so full you’ll never feel empty again.”
When my knot reaches full size, locking us together completely, she arches off the bed with a scream of pure relief. The sensation triggers my own release. My cock pulsing inside her as I fill her with everything I have.
“Mine,” I growl against her throat. Finding the perfect spot where her neck meets her shoulder. My canines lengthen instinctively. “My omega. Mine to claim.”
“Yes,” she sobs, tilting her head to expose her throat in perfect submission. “Claim me, Levi. Make me yours forever. Please, I need it.”
I sink my teeth into her throat. Feeling her skin break under the pressure. The taste of her blood on my tongue—copper and sweetness and something that’s purely Sadie—triggers another wave of release as the claiming bite creates an immediate connection. The bond.
Her scream of pleasure echoes through the room. Raw and desperate and satisfied in a way that makes my chest swell with possessive pride. I can feel the exact moment the bond snaps into place. Like puzzle pieces finally fitting together after a lifetime of being incomplete.
Through the new connection, I feel her overwhelming relief—the heat-driven torment finally beginning to ease as my knot gives her body what it was screaming for—but more than that, I feel her love, her trust, her absolute certainty that she belongs here with us. It’s like reading the most beautiful poem ever written, except it’s being written directly into my soul. I understand now why some bonds are called sacred. This isn’t just attraction or even love—it’s recognition, the meeting of two pieces that were always meant to fit together.
“I can feel you,” she whispers. Voice hoarse from screaming. Her hand touches the fresh bite mark with wonder. “In my head, everywhere. The emptiness is gone.”
“You’re mine now,” I murmur, pressing gentle kisses around the claiming mark. “We’re bonded forever. Connected in every way that matters.”
We stay locked together as my knot slowly subsides. Her body occasionally fluttering around me as aftershocks ripplethrough her. The heat is finally breaking. Leaving her pliant and sated in my arms instead of desperate and aching.
“Better?” I ask softly, checking her face for any signs of remaining distress.
“So much better,” she breathes, snuggling against my chest. “The hurting stopped. You made it stop.”
Through our bond, I can feel her deep contentment. The satisfaction of an omega who’s been properly cared for and claimed. But I can also feel Reid and Caleb’s presence at the edges of our connection. Anticipation and need and love waiting their turn.
When my knot finally deflates enough for me to slip free, we both whimper at the loss of connection. Immediately, her heat-exhausted body tries to curl closer. Seeking the alpha comfort she needs to process what just happened.
“Shh,” I murmur, gathering her against my chest as a deep purr starts rumbling through me. The sound is automatic, instinctive. An alpha’s response to caring for a freshly claimed omega. “I’ve got you, sweetheart. You’re safe.”
