Page 108 of Retribution
We are rewriting her story today. One word at a time, for as long as it goddamn takes.
I watch her body as her nipples pebble and her skin flushes red. Her cunt slowly strangles my cock, and I take this opportunity to push my knot inside her.
Her eyes widen as I squeeze her throat, restricting her airflow. Her body bows back as she stops overthinking things and just feels. I’m making her feel good, I am her god tonight.
Her mouth opens as she silently screams as her pussy gushes with slick, allowing my knot to push through the tight muscles that are contracting.
“Such a good little omega,” I croon. “Take my cock and my knot. They’re yours. Keep coming. I know you have another in you.”
My hand opens to allow her to gulp in a breath before it closes again. Together, we flirt with how much she can take, and when she comes again, she passes out from its force.
Breathing hard, I let her go, my fingers moving to check her pulse worriedly.
“She’s okay,” Grant rasps, his gaze on me. Damn. He didn’t say a word until now, so I had no idea that he was awake.
I haven’t come yet because I was holding back, and I rock my hips to see what she’ll do.
Isolde whimpers, and I bite my lip as I glance at Grant.
“A heat’s best medicine is cum and orgasms,” he shrugs. “Let’s see if she wakes up.”
Kissing down her throat, my hand ghosts down her body until I can get it between us. Finding her clit, I feel myself entering the haze of rutting. I’m not worried, because Grant won’t hesitate to smack me if I’m too rough.
Working my knot just outside of her cunt, I fuck it back inside of her as I stroke her clit determinedly. Isolde makes little noises and gasps, but remains passed out as I continue to push her closer toward release.
My eyes cross as she begins to clench around me again, and the base of my back tingles. I’m close now. There’s no stopping my release.
Except, I’m going to fucking try to delay because I want her to come with me.
Sucking on her pulse point, I bite lightly down, loving the way she shudders.
“Alesso,” Isolde whines.
Moving sharply back, my jaw drops as I find that she’s not awake yet.
“Stubborn,” Grant murmurs. “I wonder if she can come in her sleep.”
Well, I’m completely committed now. I need to know.
“Yes, baby. I’m here,” I croon. “Come for me. Tell me what it’ll take,topolina.”
Isolde smiles softly as her body writhes, but her eyes remain closed.
“Bite me, Alpha.”
“Wake up and tell me that,” I taunt. There’s no damn way I will, because she needs to look me in the eye for that.
She could be telling me to fuck off for all I know.
Whining, her lashes flutter before I get to see her gorgeous green eyes.
“I want to come knowing that I’m yours,” she growls, flipping us.
Yelping, I finally laugh as I watch her bounce and grind above me as she uses me for her pleasure.
“Sneaky girl,” I say. “You first. Pick your spot and show the world that you’re making me yours.”
Her eyes clear as she finds Oliver’s bite on my shoulder. It’s been there, she just wasn’t paying attention.
