Page 38 of In Knots

I nod my head.

“She wants you to Buzz.” Ryan’s hand sweeps around my neck, pressing against my thrumming gland.

Buzz groans, his legs buckling slightly, his thrusts faltering, and then ribbons of come pulse into my mouth, splashing against my tongue, spilling down my throat.

I swallow as best I can, although I choke and splutter in the process, some of his come, spilling over my lips and dribbling down my chin.

“Don’t waste it, baby,” he says, swiping his thumb over my chin, forcing his spend back into my mouth. Then he pulls away and I lick my lips, enjoying every last drop of him.

“Fuck, baby. I didn’t really think you’d be able to do that. But shit, you were …”

“I want more,” I say, turning my head and meeting Ryan’s gaze.

“Princess, I think you’ve had enough for one night.”

“I haven’t,” I say. My belly feels full and warm with Buzz’s come, like it was some kind of drug, making the very blood in my veins run hot. Slick gushes from me. “I want to taste you too, Alpha.”

“Alexa, this is moving quickly.” I can’t believe he’s saying this, when he was the one who kissed me, who talked dirty to me on the phone, who suggested I touch myself for him, who led me into the woods in the first place.

“I want this,” I say, fiercely, “don’t ever doubt I want it. Don’t ever think you know what I need better than I do. I’m so,” I let out a rush of air, “so tired of everyone thinking they know what’s best for me, and never listening to what I want.”

He bends down in front of me and stares straight into my eyes. “You’re right. And I want you to suck my dick like you sucked his. Want my come in your belly too. OK, little Omega?” I nod resolutely, and he stands and unbuttons his fly.

His cock is just as large as Buzz’s, just as beautiful, but different. I suppose that’s not surprising and yet I am surprised. I trace my fingers along his shaft, noting the difference in the way he bends and in the shape of his head. He shudders with my touch, and I swim my fingers through the tuft of hair at his groin, a tattoo sitting just above, the writing unreadable in the darkness.

He captures my wrist in his. “Omega,” he growls and I know his patience is growing thin, that it’s stretched to its limit, about to snap.

I lean closer, swirling my tongue over his head in the way Buzz had instructed, this new flavour hitting my tastebuds and making me moan, then I take him in my mouth and suck.

At first, he lets me slide his cock in and out of my mouth, but it’s too shallow for him, and soon he’s thrusting into me, his movement ever so slightly different from Buzz’s. This time when come hits the back of my throat, I’m ready for it and gulp at it, ensuring none of it spills over my lips, ensuring I drink every drop of him. That same warmth spreads through my middle and I wonder why they’d never told me about this bit, how good an alpha’s cock would feel in my mouth, how good he’d taste.

When I glance down from his pleasure-soaked face, I see how his hands are clasped around the expanding base of his cock.

His knot.

I’ve heard so much about that; in Sex Ed, whispered in gym locker rooms, giggled about in dormitories. It was always something I’d felt alarmed about, afraid. I knew it would stretch me wide, lock into me, bind me to an alpha in my most vulnerable part. It sounded horrific.

Now my cunt throbs as if it’s met its perfect fit, as if it knows exactly what it needs.

I wrap my own hands over Ryan’s and squeeze with him and he slides his from under mine, letting me grip his knot. It’s hard and solid, yet hot and throbbing with a violent pulse. And it’s big, so big.

“I want this too,” I tell them, looking up into their faces, their eyes glinting in the little pieces of moonlight streaming through the trees.

“And you will have it. But not tonight, princess. Not tonight.”

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