Page 93 of Knotted By my Pack
“I need to feel better,” she whispers.
She lowers to her knees in front of me, but I stop her with a shake of my head. “No more of you on the floor.”
I scoop her up and lay her on the bed like she’s something breakable. Her head dangles slightly off the edge as I strip, her eyes never leaving mine. My pants drop, and I take a breath.
She opens her mouth and I guide myself in slowly, her throat warm and slick as she takes me deep. My hand rests lightly on her jaw, thumb caressing the side of her neck while she works me in ways that have my hips locking.
Her fingers drag along my thighs. She moans when I brush the back of her throat, and I curse, tightening my grip.
It’s too good. Her mouth around me like this, the angle, the wet heat, the sounds. Her lips stretch and her throat relaxes and she fucking swallows me whole.
Spectacular doesn’t even touch it.
When I pull out, she’s panting, wiping her lips, her eyes heavy-lidded as she reaches up. “Please. I need you inside me.”
I kneel onto the bed, bracing myself over her. “You need to eat.”
“Please,” she whispers again, lifting her hips toward mine.
I don’t argue.
Once I’m inside her, I know I’ve made a mistake. Her body clenches around me, hot and soaked and eager, and my body responds with a jolt.
I grip the sheets beside her as she arches, tilting her hips so I sink even deeper. Her legs wrap around my waist, and she pulls me harder against her.
She’s tight, impossibly so, the drag of her body making it hard to think, let alone hold back. I grit my teeth, watching her eyes flutter, her mouth falling open. “Fuck,” I breathe against her lips as she pulses around me.
“Are you going to come?” she asks, voice caught between desperate and breathless.
“Not until you do,” I murmur, fingers sliding down to her clit. I press and circle, watching her twitch under me, coaxing her toward the edge.
She’s not gentle.
She claws at my back, scrapes her nails across my skin. Her mouth finds mine and tugs at my lip, teeth dragging until I growl.
She hooks her ankles behind me and pulls me deeper, harder, her whole body rising to meet mine like she’s chasing the same storm I’m drowning in.
Then her hand slides lower.
I jerk slightly when her fingers trace between my cheeks. It’s new. Electric. Foreign in the most insane, arresting way.
“Oh fuck me, Cora,” I groan, body locking up from the shock of it. My knees nearly buckle as I try to hold back.
She grips me tighter, her thighs trembling, her breath ragged. I curse again, voice sharp and low as my body gives in. I knot, my release shooting deep as I stretch inside her, locking into place.
It’s the second time I’ve done it with her, but fuck, it hits harder than the first. Her whimpers mix with my moan as her body accommodates it, clinging to me.
I press my forehead to hers, trying to slow the burn in my chest.
“I guess we’re going to be hungry a little longer,” I manage, still pulsing inside her.
She laughs, and the vibration sends aftershocks through both of us. The sound curls around my ribs, that bright, breathless joy that only she can offer.
Her head tips back as she comes around me, mouth parting on a sharp gasp that turns into a soft cry. I kiss her jaw as her body flutters and tightens again.
My hands stroke down her hips, then back up to her ribs, and I rest there, holding her as the tension drains from both of us.
I pull back just enough to see her face.
