Page 40 of Knot Your Pucking Mate
“Be careful, Chase. Don’t hurt her.”
Chase’s answering snarl is all animal as he thrusts into me with unrelenting force.
“My omega,” Chase snaps at Axel, who holds his hands up and doesn’t move.
“Are you okay, Mandy? Let me know if you need me to stop him.”
“I’m fine. Sooooo good. Harder. More.”
I have just enough sense to know that Chase has gone into rut. His primal instincts have taken over, and he won’t stop until he’s knotted me and satisfied the beast inside of him.
He’s so deep inside me and hitting just right with every thrust that I can’t bring myself to care. I don’t even see the orgasm coming. It explodes out of me so suddenly that I see stars.
“Mine,” Chase growls again as he continues to slam into me from behind. “Gonna knot you now.”
“Yes. Knot, now. Please,” I beg, panting against the onslaught of pleasure. Chase leans over me, his teeth biting into the space between my neck and shoulder and sending a shudder of pleasure rolling down my spine.
I can’t think clearly through the pleasure and the hormones, but I know I want him to claim me. I’ve wanted it since I was sixteen and tutored him in English. Nothing would make me happier than wearing his mark on my neck.
“Bite me,” I plead as his teeth sink in even deeper, not quite breaking skin.
“Don’t, Chase. Wait until she can properly consent.”
“I consent. Want to be yours,” I pant. “Both of yours. Do it.”
And he does. With one last forward thrust, he sinks his knot into me, my core clenching down around him greedily as his teeth break through the skin of my neck.
It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before. Pleasure rips through me like a maelstrom, wild and untamed as the threads of the earth dance free in the wind, before attaching me to him.
The last thing I hear before I collapse into blissful exhaustion with Chase’s knot inside me and his mark on my neck is Axel’s muttered expletive.
“Fuck.”
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chase
“Look how good you take our cocks, baby girl,” Axel growls as thrusts into Mandy from behind. We’ve quickly learned that this is her favorite position.
We’ve also learned that she goes extra wild when she can have both of us at the same time.
Her bright blue eyes are wide and watery as she looks up at me, her pretty pink lips wrapped around my cock as she takes it to the back of her throat, twirling her tongue around the tip.
Fuck, she’s good at this.
I run my hands through her hair, gripping the side of her head, and watching as she takes me in and out. My omega has no gag reflex. Through our bond, I can feel how much she enjoys having me at her mercy, and just how much she likes to be praised.
My eyes fly to the mark on her neck, guilt flooding through me at the memory.
When I realized what I’d done during my rut, I wanted to leave. I didn’t feel like I deserved to be here. That maybe she wasn’t as safe with me as I thought.
But when I tried to sneak away like the pussy I am, she woke up and caught me. That was when I felt her through the bond for the first time. Her emotions were mixed and clouded with lust, but her feelings were clear even so.
She was hurt that I was trying to leave. The pain cut sharply through the tether that connects us, but underneath was a joy and contentment I’d never experienced for myself.
So I stayed. Because I fucking love her. I’ve loved her for my whole goddamn life, and if this is what she wanted, then I’ll gladly let her have her moment and swallow the guilt that comes with knowing it didn’t happen in the way it should have.
Mandy’s teeth scrape along the length of my cock, and I groan at the edge of pain, something I never knew I’d enjoy. Her whole heat has been full of firsts and new experiences, making me glad I waited to have them with her.
