Page 41 of Knot Your Pucking Mate
“He likes that, doesn’t he, Mally?” Axel grunts as his hands grip her hips, helping support some of her weight. “Use one of your hands to massage his knot. That’s it. Just like that.”
Mandy obeys, supporting herself with one hand and using the other to grip my knot. My whole body spasms as she massages my swollen base, my orgasm inching closer and closer.
Axel’s thrusts become wilder, faster and less controlled, causing Mandy to take me deeper down her throat as her palm continues to rub and massage my knot in an unrelenting motion. Tears pour from her eyes as she moans around my cock, her climax finding her. The vibrations of her moan send me over the edge, and I come hard, streams of cum shooting into her mouth as Axel slams into her one last time, sinking his knot into her and moaning through his own release.
Mandy massages my knot, squeezing every drop of cum out of me before pulling away and licking her lips as she collapses in an exhausted heap.
Her contentment is strong through the bond and in the pheromone-soaked air around us.
“Such a good girl,” I murmur, wiping a drop of cum from the corner of her mouth as Axel adjusts them to lie more comfortably until his knot releases the two of them.
The corner of her mouth tilts up in a small smile as her eyelids flutter closed, shortly followed by a soft snore that lets us know she’s drifted off to sleep.
“Her scent has changed, and she’s more at peace internally,” I say to Axel as he adjusts the blanket over the two of them. “I think her heat has broken.”
“Mmm,” Axel mumbles as he nuzzles his face into her hair and drapes an arm over her waist. “I think you’re probably right. Good thing, too. Coach wants us at the game tomorrow night.”
“Shit.”
“Yeah. Let’s get some rest.”
I wish it were that easy.
As Axel drifts off to sleep, I find that I’m not worried about the upcoming game or how terrible a season the Scented Scorpions are having.
Despite how content she seems right now, I’m worried Mandy’s feelings might change and she might resent me for marking her during my rut.
The tapping of keys on a keyboard stirs me from my sleep. At some point, I must have drifted off.
I groan as I stretch and crack my eyes open. The fairy lights are off, the heavy drapes pulled open revealing a view of the early dawn on the horizon.
The tapping sounds again, and I push myself up on an elbow and glance around the room, looking for the source. Axel is still asleep in the same spot as last night, but Mandy is no longer in the nest with us.
Instead, she’s wrapped in a towel and seated on her beanbag with her laptop on her knees, her wet hair clinging to the sides of her face as she frantically types away.
Climbing out of the nest, I find my boxers and pull them on before moving toward her and placing a kiss on the top of her head.
“Morning, Dee. How are you feeling?”
“Inspired,” she replies, glancing up at me with a grin. “And hungry.”
“I’ll wrangle some food together. You good here?”
“Yep,” she says, her attention already back on the screen before her. I can feel the intensity of her focus through the bond. She’s in the zone.
Leaving her to it, I make my way to the kitchen to figure out what I can make my omega for breakfast. There are all the makings of an omelet in the fridge, so I prepare the ingredients, cutting the veggies and whisking the eggs before flicking the stove on.
Just as I’m dishing up, Mandy and Axel appear.
“That smells good,” Axel groans, stretching his arms above his head like he does every morning.
“You’ll have to wait your turn. This one is for Mandy.”
“Mmmm,” Mandy says, taking a seat at the bench. “Looks delicious. Thanks, Chase.”
“You’re welcome. It’s the least I can do.” My eyes are drawn to her neck, and I swallow hard. “I’m sorry about that,” I say, gesturing towards my bite as I plate up her omelet. “Truly, I am.”
Mandy’s eyes find mine, and it feels like she can see to the very deepest parts of my soul.
