Page 94 of The Knotheads Next Door
The command sends a thrill through me that pushes me even closer to the edge he's keeping me balanced on.
"One more time," he says, and his fingers return with renewed purpose.
This time, when he builds me to that impossible peak, when I'm sobbing with need and desperation, when every nerve in my body is screaming for release—he doesn't stop.
"Now," he commands. "Come for me. Now."
The permission, combined with the perfect pressure of his fingers, sends me over the edge with devastating force. The orgasm crashes through me like a tsunami, wave after wave of pleasure so intense I can't breathe, can't think, can't do anything but feel.
I'm dimly aware that I'm crying out, that tears are streaming down my face from the overwhelming sensation. It's more intense than anything I've experienced yet. This is complete surrender, total loss of control after being held on the edge for so long.
Wells his fingers never stopping until I'm completely wrung out, shaking with aftershocks.
"Beautiful," he murmurs, and now there's heat in his voice,a need that he's been carefully controlling. "Absolutely perfect."
When I finally come down enough to focus, I realize he's still fully clothed, still perfectly controlled despite the obvious evidence of his arousal.
"Your turn," I manage, reaching for him.
"Not yet," he says, catching my hands. "I'm not finished with you."
The promise in those words makes me shiver with renewed arousal despite having just climaxed so intensely.
"I'm going to take you now," he continues, finally starting to undress with efficient movements. "And you're going to take everything I give you."
"Yes," I breathe, already feeling the heat building again. "Please."
When he's finally naked, I can see how much his control has cost him. He's painfully hard, his cock red and leaking, his usual composure cracking around the edges. But even now, even desperate with need, he positions himself carefully slow.
"Legs around my waist," he instructs, and I comply immediately. "Good girl."
The praise makes me flush with pleasure, my omega biology responding to his approval with a fresh surge of arousal.
When he finally pushes inside, the sensation is perfect—he's smaller than Jasper but bigger than Theo. The stretch is good, familiar now but still overwhelming.
"Perfect," he breathes, his composure finally starting to crack. "So perfect, taking me so well."
His rhythm starts controlled, measured, but I can see the effort it's costing him to maintain that precision. His jaw is clenched, his breathing harsh, sweat beading on his forehead. His blonde hair falling in his face, mussed from its usually carefully styled look.
"Let go," I whisper, reaching up to cup his face.
The words seem to break something in him. His pace becomes harder, more desperate, the control finally giving way to raw need. This is what I wanted to see—Wells losing himself.
"Fuck," he groans,"You feel so good. So perfect."
I can feel his knot starting to swell, the familiar pressure that promises completion. Unlike with Theo and Jasper, Wells doesn't warn me or ask permission. He simply takes what he needs, his knot pressing insistently until my body yields to accommodate him.
The stretch is intense, perfect, exactly what my omega biology craves. When he locks inside me, triggering another climax thatleaves me gasping and clinging to him, his usual composure completely shatters.
His release follows mine, his body shaking as he spills inside me, a low groan torn from his throat. For these moments, Wells isn't the organized man who runs half the town's logistics. He's just an alpha, claimed by his omega, lost to sensation and need.
We stay locked together afterward, both breathing hard, both shaking with the intensity of what just happened. When he finally meets my eyes, there's something vulnerable there, something I haven’t seen before.
"That was..." he starts, then seems to lose words.
"Incredible," I finish, pressing a soft kiss to his jaw. "You were incredible."
The relief in his expression mirrors what I saw in Jasper—these alphas, for all their confidence, still need reassurance that they haven't overwhelmed me.
