Page 88 of The Knotheads Next Door
But feeling is dangerous when feeling this good means accepting what's happening between us.
"I can see you thinking," he murmurs, adding a second finger and making me cry out. "Stop. We've got you. All of us. You don't have to be in control right now."
The relief in that—in being told I can let go, that they'll catch me—is almost overwhelming. I've been holding myself together for so long, being responsible, being careful, being alone.
"Theo," I whisper, and his name sounds like a prayer.
"I'm right here." He scissors his fingers, stretching me, preparing me, and the careful consideration even in this makes my chest tight. "You're doing so well, sweetheart. Taking my fingers so perfectly."
When he crooks his fingers just right, hitting that spot that makes stars explode behind my eyelids, I nearly come apart right then. My body bows off the bed, a keening sound tearing from my throat.
"There we go," he says, satisfied. "Found it."
He works that spot mercilessly then, building me up to a peak that feels impossibly high. Just when I think I might shatter from the intensity, he pulls back, leaving me gasping and desperate.
"Not yet," he says when I make a sound of protest. "Not without me inside you."
The promise in those words makes my omega biology sing. Yes, that's what I need. That's what will finally ease this burning ache.
I watch through heavy-lidded eyes as he positions himself between my thighs, taking himself in hand. He's bigger than I expected—all of him is, broad shoulders tapering to narrow hips, muscles defined but not overwhelming. Beautiful.
"You sure about this?" he asks, even though we're both far past the point of turning back.
"Please," I interrupt, reaching for him. "I need you. Need this."
He guides himself to my entrance, the broad head of his cock pressing against me, and even that small contact makes me whimper with need. He's warm and hard and exactly what my body has been craving.
When he finally, finally presses inside, the relief is so intense I nearly sob. My body welcomes him, omega biology perfectly designed to accommodate alpha size, but it's still a stretch. He's careful, so careful, easing in inch by inch until he's fully seated.
"Breathe," he instructs, his own breathing harsh. "You're so tight, sweetheart. So perfect."
He gives me time to adjust, pressing soft kisses to my face, my neck, murmuring praise and reassurance. Only when I start to move beneath him, silently begging for more, does he begin to move.
His rhythm starts controlled and precise, each thrust measured and careful. It's good—God, it's so good—but it's not enough. I need more, need harder, need him to lose control the way I have.
"More," I demand, my nails digging into his shoulders. "Theo, please, I need—"
"What do you need?" His voice is strained but patient. "Tell me."
"Harder," I gasp. "Stop being so careful with me."
Something shifts in his expression then, "You want me to stop being careful?"
"Yes. Please. I won't break."
His hips snap forward with enough force to make me cry out. The rhythm becomes harder, deeper, exactly what my body has been demanding. Each thrust drives me higher, pushes me closer to something that feels like it might destroy me in the best possible way.
"Is this what you wanted?" he pants, his control completely gone now. "Is this hard enough for you?"
"Yes, yes, perfect," I babble, lost to everything except the feeling of him moving inside me, filling me so completely.
Through it all, his voice continues—praise and encouragement and promises that make my heart race as much as my body. "So good for us," he murmurs against my ear. "Taking me so well. Our perfect omega."
I can feel his knot starting to swell, pressing against my entrance with each thrust. The sensation is both frightening andexactly what my body has been craving—that final claiming, that complete connection.
"Theo," I gasp, not sure if I'm ready for this step but knowing I need it anyway. "Your knot—"
"I know." His rhythm falters slightly, his control clearly hanging by a thread. "Do you want it? Tell me you want it."
