Page 49 of Knot So Sweet
"Look at me," I command.
Her eyes meet mine. Dark and sure and full of desire.
I push inside. Slowly. Inch by inch. Watching her face the whole time. Watching her expression shift from wanting to overwhelmed to absolutely blissful.
She's so tight. Hot and wet and ideal. Her body grips me like a vice, clenching around me as I slide deeper. Welcoming me. Pulling me in.
When I'm fully seated, buried to the hilt inside her, we both just breathe. Forehead to forehead. Connected thoroughly.
"You feel incredible," I manage. My voice sounds wrecked. Barely coherent.
"So do you." Her legs wrap around my waist. Lock behind my back. "Now move. Please move."
I start slow. Pull out almost all the way, then slide back in. Long, deep strokes that steal gasps. That dig her nails into my shoulders. That mix and bloom our scents until nothing else exists.
But slow isn't enough. Not for either of us.
"Harder," she demands. Her nails rake down my back. "Stop being gentle. I ache for you to fuck me."
The words destroy what's left of my control.
I grip her hips. Pull almost all the way out. Then snap forward hard. The sound of our bodies joining echoes in the kitchen. Wet and primal and ideal.
She cries out. Her head falls back. Her legs tighten around me.
I set a punishing pace. Hard and fast and desperate. Thrusts drive her back against the counter. Retreats draw her to follow me, her body not wanting to let go.
The sounds filling the kitchen are obscene. The wet slap of flesh on flesh. Her cries of pleasure. My rough groans. The clatter of pots and pans above us shaking with thrusts.
I can feel my knot starting to form. The base of my cock swelling, pressure building. It catches on thrusts, pulling at her entrance. The sensation nearly overwhelms.
My knot swells fully with the next thrust. Catches inside her. Locks us together with pressure so intense I see stars bursting behind my eyes.
She screams as her whole body convulses, another orgasm slamming through her from the stretch. Her body clenches rhythmically around my knot, milking me.
The sensation pushes me over the edge. I come with a roar, grinding against her, my knot keeping me locked deep inside as I pulse and spill. Wave after wave of pleasure so intense it borders on pain.
Our scents explode. Mix and mingle until the kitchen reeks of alpha and omega and sex and satisfaction and pack.
When I can think again, I realize I'm trembling. My whole body shaking with the intensity of it. Violet's wrapped around me, clinging to me like I'm the only solid thing in the world.
My knot remains swollen. Locking us together. We'll be like this for a while. Twenty minutes at least before it goes down enough to separate.
I gather her closer. Adjust our position so I can sit back against the counter across from her, pulling her into my lap. Connected but more comfortable. My arms wrap around her, holding her against my chest.
She burrows into me. Her face pressed against my neck. Her breath warm on my skin. Her body trembling with aftershocks.
"That was..." she starts. Her voice sounds completely wrecked. Rough and raw. "I can't even..."
"Yeah." I can't form more words than that. Can't think beyond the overwhelming rightness of having her in my arms. Of being inside her. Of our scents so mixed together it's impossible to tell where I end and she begins.
We stay like that…breathing together, connected. Her fingers trace idle patterns on my chest while my hands stroke up and down her back.
Our scents settle. Satisfaction and contentment mixing with something deeper. Something that carries the note of belonging. Of home. Of pack.
After several long minutes, she stiffens slightly. Pulls back just enough to look at me. Her eyes are wide, a hint of worry creeping into her scent.
"Can anyone hear us?" Her cheeks flush darker. "I was... really loud."
