Page 90 of The Knotheads Next Door
His hands slide down to grip my thighs, and suddenly I'm being lifted, pressed back against the wall of the room. The cool surface against my heated back makes me gasp, but it's nothing compared to the sensation of being held so effortlessly in his strong arms.
The position should make me feel vulnerable—pinned between his body and the wall, completely at his mercy. Instead, I feel powerful. This strong alpha is trembling with need for me, his control shattered by my heat, my scent, my body. The knowledge is intoxicating.
"Look at you," he says, his eyes drinking me in. "Perfect. Absolutely fucking perfect."
He shifts his grip, one arm supporting my weight while the other hand slides between us, finding me wet and ready. The first touch makes me jolt, still sensitive from my encounter with Theo, but the sensation quickly transforms from overwhelming to desperately needed.
"Still so slick," he observes, his fingers sliding through my arousal. "Theo took good care of you, but you need more, don't you?"
"Yes," I gasp, my hips bucking into his touch. "Please, Jasper, I need—"
"Need what?" His voice is rough with desire, but there's something else there too—something that demands honesty, demands I say exactly what I want.
"Need you," I admit, past the point of pretending this is just biology. "Need you inside me."
His hand withdraws, and I feel him positioning himself at my entrance, the head of his cock pressing against me. He's bigger than Theo, thicker, and the stretch is going to be intense.
"Hold on to me," he instructs, his voice strained with the effort of maintaining control. "And tell me if it's too much."
I lock my arms around his neck just as he begins to push inside. The stretch is immediate and overwhelming—my body still adjusted to Theo, but Jasper's size presents a new challenge. He goes slowly despite his obvious desperation, giving me time to adjust to each inch.
"Breathe," he murmurs, pressing his forehead against mine. "That's it. You can take it. You can take all of me."
When he's finally fully seated, we both go still. The sensation of being so completely filled, of being held and claimed and possessed, is almost too much to process. My body clenches around him, drawing a rough groan from his throat.
"Fuck, you feel incredible," he breathes. "So perfect."
He gives me a moment to adjust, his lips finding mine in a kiss that's somehow both tender and desperate. When I start to move against him, silently begging for more, he begins to move.
His pace is relentless from the start—no careful building, no gentle exploration. This is raw need and dominant claiming, each thrust drawing desperate sounds from my throat that seem to drive him wilder. The angle is perfect, hitting spots inside me that make stars explode behind my eyelids.
"That's it," he growls, his voice wrecked with desire. "Let me hear you. Let them all hear how good I'm making you feel."
If I was in my right mind his words would embarrass me, but instead they make me moan louder. Yes, I want them to hear. I want them to know how completely I'm falling apart for him.
The position against the wall gives him perfect leverage, each thrust harder and deeper than the last. My back slides againstthe cool surface with each movement, the sensation adding another layer to the overwhelming pleasure building inside me.
"Look at me," he demands when my eyes start to flutter closed. "I want to see your face when you come apart for me."
I force my eyes open, meeting his gaze. The intensity there—the raw hunger and possessive satisfaction—nearly undoes me. This is what I see in his workshop sometimes, this focused intensity, but now it's entirely directed at me.
"That's my girl," he says when I manage to hold his gaze. "My perfect omega."
The possessive language sends another surge of heat through me, my body responding with a fresh wave of slick that makes the slide between us even more perfect.
I can feel his knot starting to swell, the sensation both familiar and entirely different from my experience with Theo. Jasper's knot is demanding, stretching me impossibly further with each thrust.
"Jasper," I gasp, not sure if I'm ready for this intensity but knowing I need it anyway. "Your knot—"
"I know," he says, his rhythm faltering slightly. "It's big. Are you ready for it?"
The question is both consideration and challenge. Am I ready to take all of him?
"Yes," I say without hesitation. "Please. I need it."
The next thrust presses his swelling knot against my entrance, and I cry out—not in pain but in overwhelming pleasure as it stretches me beyond what should be possible. The sensation is intense, burning and perfect and exactly what my omega biology has been craving.
"That's it," he encourages roughly, his voice completely wrecked now. "Take it. Take all of it."
