Page 33 of Knot Their Boo
My good god, why is he so sexy? Am I going into heat? I haven’t had one in so long because of medications. It says something that I stopped taking them five weeks ago, right when I decided to move back to Gravewood.
“Now, Sable.” His bark is filled with his dominance, and my instincts react with a swiftness I wasn’t expecting, as I quickly strip the clothes from my body, kneeling on my bed, completely naked for Taron.
My scent gives away how turned on I am, and I hear him chuckle under the mask.
“Take the mask off, Taron. I want to see your face,” I say softly, not wanting to look into the empty black eyes any longer. He tilts his head to the other side, watching me for a long moment, before doing as I ask. He drops the mask to my bedroom floor, and I sigh with relief as I finally see his hazel eyes.
“You want to look into my eyes as I fuck you, Sable?” Taron asks as he slowly walks to the end of my bed. “Are you going to take my knot like a good girl?”
“Yes, alpha,” I whisper, crawling toward him, pausing just a few inches away and looking up.
“You drive me wild, Little Ghost. Do you know how badly I want you right now?” Taron growls as I kneel before him, yelping when he reaches down for my hips and tosses me back further up on the mattress.
I scramble up against the headboard as I watch his pupils dilate in the low light of the moon.
“Rhian’s scent is still all over you, and I’m fucking desperate for a taste,” he leans down to grab me by the ankle, yanking me across the silken sheet as he drops to his knees, and spreads my thighs open. “Fuck, the scent of his cum only makes your slickmore intoxicating,” Taron moans before licking a trail up the inside of my thigh.
When he bites, sucking hard, my back arches off the bed. My body trembles as I try to close my thighs around his head, but Taron keeps them spread wide. Leaning up on my elbows, I glance down at the dark hair of the alpha as he leaves a trail of hickeys across my skin. His possessive need to mark me makes me smile as I watch him work.
“So you won’t forget me,” Taron murmurs, looking up at me, and our eyes meet. I watch as he leans in slowly and licks me from my entrance up to my sensitive clit. I fall back on the bed, moaning as he pushes his tongue inside me. “Now scream for me, baby.”
“Fuck, Taron!” I hiss as he circles my clit with the point of his tongue and then flattens it, over and over, working me up so fast it’s embarrassing how quickly I need to come. “W-wait! Wait, or I’ll come…” but he doesn’t stop, his chest rumbling with a possessive purr, gripping me tighter. The sound sends me spiraling over the edge, and I scream for him. “Ah!” My back arches off the bed as I push my hands into his hair, tugging harshly at the strands. I come so hard, it’s pathetic how little effort he had to put in.
“God damn, you taste even better than I remember. I need more,” Taron growls, locking his hands on my hips and holding me in place as he dives back in tongue first. The way this man devours me as if he could suck my soul through my clit has me a mess of slick and burning need. I come three more times with Taron’s head buried between my thighs.
“No more!” I beg, but keep my hands firmly in his hair holding him in place.
Taron growls, and the possessive way he holds my legs wide open for him has me screaming again as another orgasm rips through me, lighting me up from my core to my fingertips.
I’m panting as I come back down from the high. I fight to free myself from his hold, making him laugh as he releases me, and allows me to escape across the bed, leaving an embarrassing amount of slick across my sheets.
Glancing up at Taron, the sight of my slick making his lips glisten in the moonlight has my scent exploding around us. The uncontrollable instinct to mark him as mine is satisfied for a brief moment, and a little purr of contentment escapes me. Oh god, I’m purring for him, and I’m not even in heat. He smirks, telling me he’s well aware that I might have escaped across the bed, but I’m not ready to be done.
“Present for your alpha, naughty Little Ghost. Beg me to knot you, like you did so prettily all those years ago,” he commands in a husky voice, undoing the button of his jeans slowly. My lips pop open for a moment as I remember the way I begged him, and the way he denied me.
“I need you so badly. Please give me what I need, Taron,” I whisper as I watch him, unwilling to look away as he drags his jeans down his hips slowly, taking his boxers off with them. I lick my lips, wanting my own taste. “I can’t take another moment without your knot locked inside me, baby,” I say, just like I did at eighteen, only this time I can tell he won’t deny me.
He hasn’t asked if I’m on birth control. Heat spikes from my belly up my neck, turning my cheeks red as the thought that he doesn’t care if he gets me pregnant fills my mind. Even if it is difficult outside my heat.
His cock is hard and long, the base already swelling, and I keep my eyes on the length of him as he strokes up and down before squeezing his knot. His eyes fall shut, and he lets out a low groan that makes my mouth water as he does it again. He’s mesmerizing.
“Hurry and present, Little Ghost. Or I’ll jerk myself off, and you won’t get my knot tonight,” Taron warns, but I think mychances would be good even if he does come. His scent reveals how badly he wants me, so it wouldn’t take long to get him hard for me again.
He’s steady, restrained, but his muscles are tense as he twists his fist over his tip, dragging the precum along the thick vein. As much as I’m enjoying this show, I’m fucking desperate to have his knot. I turn over, getting onto my hands and knees, glancing over my shoulder at him as I arch my back, presenting for him.
“Please knot me, Taron,” I beg sweetly this time, reaching between my thighs to gather some of my slick on two fingers, before sliding them up and inside myself. “I want your knot, alpha…” My words are breathy and shaking. “Ineedyour knot so badly.”
“Fuck,” when he crawls up the bed closer to me, he leans down, kissing the small of my back, before reaching under my body and yanking my hand away. I grin at the feral look in his eyes as he forces my hand back down on the bed. The musky scent of his precum fills the air, and my instincts have me whining for him.
“Please, alpha,” I beg again, trembling with need.
As his tip presses between my folds, I release a feral growl. Taron slides a hand up the curve of my hip, and across my back, up to my neck before wrapping my hair around his fist and tugging my head back until I’m arching for him fully.
“Are you ready for my cock, Sable?” Taron thrusts forward, not waiting for an answer. He fills me fully with one rough thrust, and I can’t hold in my desperate whine any longer. “Fuck, you’re such a good girl, Sable. Look at you taking me so well. Such a good omega…” There's that praise I was waiting for… “Oh, fuck,” Taron grunts as my pussy tightens around his cock over and over. God, that's so good.
“Fuck me hard,” I demand, reaching back with one hand to grip my ass cheek, and then do the same with the other hand.Taron holds my wrists firmly, fucking me hard as I press my face into my bedsheets.
“Jesus fucking fuck, you’re a devious little slut. Just look at how needy your cunt is for my knot. All that slick soaking your thighs…” Taron leans down, sinking his teeth into my shoulder, not hard enough to create a bond, but more than hard enough to make my eyes roll back. “Fuck, I want to mark you so badly. Make you my little omega slut forever,” he growls, before biting me once more.
