Page 104 of Broken Bonds
“That’s right,” he silently tells me through our mate bond. “I haven’t knotted you in a while. Sorry, baby. But I need to fuck this out of my system, and I know you’re okay with that, aren’t you?”
“Oh, fuck yes!” I moan. It’s not fair we can’t knot unshifted, because there’s an exquisite pleasure beyond the norm when he possesses me like this and claims what’s his.
That being me.
I feel sorry for the shifter races who don’t knot because it’s damned addictive.
“Then again, you’ll get a lot of this in the near future.” He chuckles, which comes out as a rumble. “You’ll get my knot every time I can get it up, baby. I’ll have to borrow Todd’s milker and frame and tie you down in the living room and spend several days doing nothing but fucking you. Shove a large vibrating butt plug up there to hold my cum in while I recharge to do it again.”
A shiver washes through me and I moan, flexing my ass against his dick. He hasn’t even started swelling yet and already every stroke’s hitting me perfectly in the sweet spot.
“Once you catch,” he continues, “when there’s no risk of it being from someone else, I’ll love watching you get rutted by Todd or whoever else you want to have a turn, letting you have fun being my slutty little fucktoy?—”
“Oh, fuuuuck!” I wasn’t expecting my first climax to happen so fast. He chuckles again while my dick shoots all over the bed—I’ll have to change the sheets, dammit—and I’m still hard.
“And I haven’t even knotted…you…yet.” He takes several hard strokes and I feel it starting, his knot swelling, heat from his cum painting my insides and him panting against the back of my neck while a low growl erupts from him.
Now he picks up the pace, pistoning his hips in shorter, harder thrusts because with the knot swelling he can’t pull out.
But every stroke presses right against my prostate, and I nearly forget his admonition about not shifting.
I’m coming nonstop now, my legs trembling and barely holding me up, trying to thrust against him to shove his knot inside me as deep as it’ll go.
“That’s it,” he says. “You know you want my cock. You want me to put a pup inside you? Get ready to spend a lot of time knotted, my sweet, slutty omega.”
I shudder, wordlessly moaning as wave after wave of pleasure washes through me. He’s fully swollen and we’ll be here a while, but he’s still fucking me, growling as he spills inside me, his knot pulsing and milking me almost as effectively as Todd’s ingeniously evil machine.
Hey, that’s not a complaint, either.
I don’t know how long we’re there, my body completely in control with my mind banished to some waiting room deeply hidden in my skull. Yeah, I am a slut for my hubby. But you would be too if his knot was hotly pulsing inside you and driving wave after wave of pleasure through you.
I love the way Todd ruts me, don’t get me wrong. He’s hung and knows how to use it.
But he doesn’t have a knot.
And he’s not my mate.
At some point I’m flat on the bed on my stomach, Jax’s weight pinning me there, but he’s nibbling his way along the back of my shoulder and I have no clue when he shifted back.
He snickers. “Wow. Just when I thought I knew all the ways to short-circuit your brain, I find another one.”
We’re both sweaty and there’s a gigantic puddle of cum under me—yay, waterproof mattress covers—and I manage to turn my head to the side so I can force one eye open and look up at him.
He’s wearing a sexy and pleased smile and leans in to kiss me again. “There he is.”
I can’t talk—my brain is still out to lunch and my body’s one massive blob of jelly that doesn’t want to move. “Sheets,” I mumble.
He laughs. “How about I change the sheets, baby? Kinda my fault I ambushed you.” He rolls me onto my back and stretches his body along mine, kissing me again. “How about I tuck you into the hot tub, do that, and then join you?”
“Mmm-hmm.”
He nuzzles his nose against mine. “Love you, baby.”
I peel my eyes open, both of them this time. “Love you, too. “
Chapter Forty-Five
Todd
