Page 34 of Knot Their Boo
“Yes, yes, mark me!” I beg, knowing he won’t, but the instinct to beg for it is too strong to resist. For just a second, he bites me harder, but just when I start to think he might really mark me, he releases me.
“Such a bad girl,” Taron growls, releasing one of my wrists to spank my ass so hard it stings.
“Fuck,” I hiss, as his thrusts get rougher, and the edge of his knot teases my entrance. I’m so close, so fucking close. “Fuck, I want your knot so bad…” I cry out, making him chuckle darkly.
“You want me to fill up this pussy with my cum, Sable?” He snarls, spanking me again. “Should I fill you with babies, and make you the mother of my children? Soak this slutty cunt with my cum until it’s dripping down your thighs?” His words are a delicious, desperate growl.
“Yes, yes, yes, fuck yes, please! Please knot me!” I scream into the sheets as he pushes his knot in just a little before taking it away once again. I whine, so fucking needy for his knot that it hurts.
“Sable,” Taron growls as he slams into me one more time, stretching me over his thick knot, and I scream out his name over and over. My pussy pulses around his knot, his perfect, fucking knot, as the orgasm sends bolts of pleasure through my entire body. His cum fills my belly, hot and perfect and so damngood. “So fucking perfect,” he murmurs, echoing my thoughts as we both start to sink into the feel of his knot locking us in place.
After shocks of pleasure turn me into a moaning mess, but Taron wraps his arm around my waist and moves us until we’re both lying on our sides. My back to his front. Every gentle thrust of his hips sends another little orgasm through me, and I’m ready to fucking pass out as I see the first rays of the rising sun through the window.
“You did so good, omega, so fucking good, baby.”
I’m too tired to resist sleep as Taron’s warmth and soothing scent envelop me.
SABLE
It smells like slick and sex in my room when I wake up. What fucking time is it? I squint at my phone as I check the time, and groan. I open in an hour. Fuck my life. I have to get up, but my body aches.
Places that have never hurt on my body before twinge with pain as I stretch in my questionable sheets. I can't believe I slept in these last night. First, I fucked Rhian against a tree in the forest, before bringing him back to the apartment and letting him cook me waffles for dinner. Sadly, there was no syrup licked off any body parts. And even though I wanted him to sleep over, I still sent him home around midnight after watching Hocus Pocus while cuddling up on the couch.
At some point, Taron broke into my shop, and then my apartment. How the hell the man got his hands on keys is beyond me. I should investigate that at some point.
Reluctantly, I sit up, and search my room for some sign of Taron. I vaguely remember him trying to wake me. Did he kiss my forehead, or am I just hoping he did after fucking me without a single kiss between us? He kissed my back, but not once did his lips touch mine.
Dear god, I think the alpha threw out my back. Everything. Hurts. In the best way though. Taron knotted me. I smile to myself as I spot a folded note on the empty pillow beside mine.
I had to go. I tried to wake you to say goodbye, but you sleep like the dead, Little Ghost. I’ll see you again soon. -Still Yours, Taron
Oh, I’m keeping that to show those future babies he mentioned while hitting it from the back. I snort at my stupid joke, and climb out of bed, one foot moving, very reluctantly, at a time.
Stretching again in an attempt to relieve some of my stiffness, I shuffle into the kitchen after brushing my teeth and pulling on the big t-shirt I stole from Rhian.
As I dig through the cabinets, I realize the one thing I need to get through today is currently empty. Fuck. I need that coffee if I’m going to function even semi decently.
I’ll admit that I’ve been avoiding going to the local shops in an attempt to avoid gossip and sideways glances, but now that I’ve run out of coffee, and don’t have time to get groceries till later, I decide I’ll just have to brave the locals and their stares.
I should have showered…but I wanted to keep Taron’s and Rhian’s scents on me a little longer. I cleaned myself up to a respectable level before getting dressed, and heading out the door to the coffee shop across the street.
I’ll admit that I’m on edge as I walk in, but the shop is cute and decorated for Halloween, lightening my mood. It smells like fresh-brewed coffee, and I breathe deeply as I make my way to the counter. There's a small line, so I take my time browsing the new menu.
My eyes catch on the fall favorites section. Cinnamon bark late. Spiced clove cake with bourbon icing. Those sound perfect, reminding me of my three men, and I can’t help but wonderwhat Taron thought of the taste of Rhian’s cum mixed with my slick.
“What can I get you?” the girl behind the counter asks, snapping me out of my thoughts, and I place my order for the drink and cake, pay, and head to the back corner for pickup. I was a little disappointed that Taron was gone when I woke up, but I am a heavy sleeper. Especially after the last twelve hours. I slept straight through the four alarms I set, only waking up when my emergency‘you’re super fucking late’ alarm went off. Good thing I set all five to go off daily.
To be fair, Taron fucked me until the sun rose, after chasing me through the park and watching Rhian fuck me, so I was justifiably tired.
“I heard she visited Colter at the fire station, and then went on a date with Rhian last night,” I hear someone whisper behind me. My cheeks burn hot with embarrassment, but I don’t turn around to see who said it. Not my problem. I just need my coffee, and then I’ll escape. And I really need that fucking coffee.
“Isn’t that why she moved away in the first place? She wanted all of them, and they rejected her? So pathetic.”
Okay, no. So fucking wrong.Actually, I left because this town is filled with bitchy gossips who have nothing better to do than target me.But I don’t say any of that. Instead, I keep my head down and my mouth shut. If I ignore them, surely they’ll fuck off. Eventually. Fuck, where's that damn coffee?
I’m damn close to saying fuck it, and calling Plum to beg her to bring me some instead, when their whispers cut off with a gasp.
“Didn’t you cheat on your alpha with your pool guy, Tiffany?” a deep masculine voice growls beside me, and my head jerks up. Colter is glaring at the woman behind me, and I finally chance a glance their way, finding Tiffany and Jen huddled together.
