Page 24 of Knot Their Boo
“Fucking asshole, you scared the hell out of me,” she hisses, tossing the mask to the ground.
“I don’t know, your scent tells another story. Are you mad because I frightened you, or because you’re needy, and no one'soffered to take the pain away?” I tease, but she fucking melts against me, whimpering deliciously.
Sable wasn’t the first girl I fucked, but she was the last. Six years is a long time to be starved of her touch. I’m desperate for her in a way I can’t describe, and now that I have her in my arms like this? I’m fucking delirious with need for her familiar touch.
“If you need something, just ask, Little Ghost,” I murmur, leaning into her until our lips almost touch.
“Make me come,” she begs so softly I nearly fall to my knees for her right then, thanking the stars that made her an omega that isn’t good at denying her body what it needs.
“Fuck yes,” I growl, lowering her to her feet so I can get these fucking jeans out of my way. It's only seconds before I’m yanking them down her hips, exposing her black lace thong.
The sweet scent of her slick makes my mouth water, and I wonder how far she’ll let me go. Can I taste her?
“Does this remind you of the first time I made you come in the back seat of your little faded orange car? The way you moaned for me as I fucked you with my fingers,” I growl, leaning in to bite her shoulder.
“You’re the devil,” she hisses, and I smirk. The scent of her slick is heavy in the air, goddamned pumpkin cream. She might think she hates me, but she also really wants to fuck me.
“Have you given this pussy to anyone else, Sable?” I demand, and press my fingers to her clit, over her thong. Mimicking how she caught me with Rhian, I wrap my fist around her delicate throat and keep her pinned to the wall as she trembles for me.
“Y-yes…” she whines, eyes squeezed shut, and I growl.
“Look at me as I make you come, Ghost.” My words are vicious, mind spiraling. She said she hasn’t taken a knot. Fuck, I wanted to knot her so bad six years ago, but she wasn’t on birth control, and even though she begged for my knot, I somehow found a way to resist. Something I know I’m too weak to repeat,which is why she’s only getting my fingers tonight. If I had gotten her pregnant back then, would she have returned sooner? If I get her pregnant right now, can I keep her forever?
“Fuck, Taron,” she whimpers in the prettiest way as her green eyes clash with mine. Fuck…fuck, I should knot her right now. Make her mine. Fill her belly with my cum until she swells. She won’t ever leave me again if I make her the mother of my babies.
Jesus, Taron…those are dangerous thoughts.Not my worst plan though…
She watches me as I lift my fingers to my lips, licking the faint trace of slick off them.
“Better than I remember,” I groan, before yanking the lace down and exposing her perfect cunt to me. All kinds of very bad thoughts fill my head, but I force myself to go slow.Can’t scare her off before I can fill her with babies…could I do that now? No, no… too soon.
I dip the tip of my middle finger between her slick folds, trembling at the feel of her, before pulling out and circling her clit gently. She’s breathlessly moaning as her head falls back against the wall, but she keeps her eyes on me as I find the rhythm that makes her legs shake.
She’s already so close… “Am I the last man to make you come, Sable?” I ask, as I remove some pressure and slow my movements, making her whine. Teasing her. Fuck, she’s soaked for me.How sure am I that I can’t knot her right now?
“Yes,” she confesses, and I growl in approval.
“Who’d you share this pussy with, hmm? Another alpha?” I demand, even though I know I won’t like her answers. Colter and Rhian flash through my mind, but it couldn’t be them… They would make her come.
“A b-beta in college,” she huffs, chest heaving as I return to the rhythm I know she likes best. Fuck, I wish it were my tongue tasting her right now.
I should make her a saddle for my face so she can ride it day and night…
“He couldn’t even make you come? He didn’t know how to play with my omega's sweet pussy, did he?” I ask, catching the way her eyes fall to my lips, and fuck, I want to kiss her, but…somehow that feels like giving something away I won’t ever get back if she leaves me again. The temporary bond she made before leaving me did more damage than I ever realized before.
Instead, I lean in, licking my way up the column of her throat, before sinking my teeth into her shoulder. Just like I did to Rhian.
Sable screams out my name, her entire body trembling against me as she comes, and all I used were two fingers.
“Have you been starved for orgasms, Little Ghost? You came so easily for me,” I growl, making her groan as I smirk, only feeling mostly smug. “Just two fingers, and you fell apart so prettily.”
“I hate you,” she grumbles, but all it does is make me smile harder.
“Yeah, you do, baby.” Everyone knows the opposite of love is indifference, not hate. “Let me know if I can help take the edge off, any time you need, Ghost.” I grin, tugging her thong and then her jeans back up her hips, press a kiss to her forehead, and then step away from her.
“Anyone with two fingers could do that for me, Taron,” she snarks, lifting her brow.
“But not that beta from college, huh?”
