Page 78 of Knotted By my Pack
Her legs fall open, inviting me in. I strip the rest of my clothes off, my eyes never leaving hers. Her gaze dips to my cock, and her breath hitches.
“Cora,” I say, voice shaking with the effort to hold back. “If I start this, I’m not stopping until I’ve knotted you. Until your body takes every inch of me.”
“Then stop talking,” she says, reaching for me. “And claim me.”
That’s it.
I kneel between her legs and line myself up with her slick heat. I push in, slow and steady, and her eyes roll back as I stretch her open. Inch by inch, her tight little body takes me, gripping me like a fist, like she was made for me.
“Fuck,” I groan. “You’re so tight.”
Her nails dig into my shoulders, dragging red marks down my back. I start to move, thrusting deeper with each roll of my hips.
She wraps her legs around me, taking me harder, deeper. Our bodies slap together with every thrust, wet and hot and perfect.
Her Omega scent is everywhere now. My head is swimming in it.
“You feel this?” I growl. “This is what you were made for.”
She moans, hands clutching my hair. “Harder,” she begs. “Please.”
I lose it.
I grab her thighs and hook them over my shoulders, driving into her with deep, brutal thrusts. Her eyes go glassy with pleasure, mouth falling open in a soundless cry.
Her walls pulse around me, squeezing tight as another orgasm rolls through her.
I fuck her through it, relentless, chasing the peak.
“Where do you want me, Cora?” I pant. “Tell me.”
“Inside,” she gasps. “Mark me. Fill me.”
Her voice is wrecked with need, her scent spiking again. I feel the shift in her body—the way her heat takes over, the instinct kicking in. I know she’s close.
I am too.
My knot starts to swell, thickening at the base of my cock. She feels it. Her eyes fly open.
“Oh god?—”
“I told you,” I groan, sweat dripping down my back. “I’m not stopping.”
I thrust one more time, and my knot pushes past her entrance and catches in her.
She screams my name as I lock inside her, her walls clenching hard, milking me as I spill into her.
It’s endless, pulsing heat and pressure as my cock throbs and releases deep inside her.
We’re tied now. Physically. Biologically. Irrevocably.
I press my forehead to hers, both of us trembling, breath mingling in the thick silence.
“I’m not letting you go,” I whisper. “You’re mine now, Omega.”
She smiles weakly, fingers tracing my jaw. “Good. I don’t want to be anyone else’s.”
My heart pounds, not from the orgasm, but from something deeper. Something more permanent than sex. Something real.
