Page 47 of In Knots

When the waves of pleasure subside and I open my eyes, panting, I realise he’s nudged a third finger inside me.

“Good girl,” he tells me. “Good girl.” I can’t help smiling at the praise.

Kissing my slick-covered thigh, he withdraws his fingers, the friction something divine, and stands, towering above me. I watch as he undresses. It’s the first time I’ve seen him naked since the river and that time I was trying not to look. Now, I devour him with my eyes, appreciating all of his beauty in the soft glow of the lamp light. I’ve never appreciated a man’s body like this nor felt my own desire stir in response.

Tattoos mark most of his body, dark elaborate lines and blocks of ink, and then there are the contours and ridges of his muscles and his tendons. I want to trace them all. Lastly, he removes his boxers and I have a full view of his cock. I saw it last night, but not like this, framed against his hard alpha body. It seems bigger somehow too, and despite his work to prepare me, I can’t see how this can possibly work.

He rips something between his teeth and then I watch as he rolls a condom down the full length of his cock, the rubber stretching wide to accommodate him.

“Alexa,” he says, drawing my eyes away from his body and up to his face. “Can I?”

He’s asking if he can join me on the bed. He must sense that this is where I nest. That as a good respectful alpha he ought to seek my consent before he enters.

I hold out my hand to him and he climbs onto the bed, lying out on his side next to me and kissing my shoulder.

“Can I see your tits, princess?” I glance down and realise, I’m still wearing my bra. I slip it off and now it’s his turn to soak me up. “I love your curves,” he draws his finger down my side, dipping into my waist and scooping over my hip, “and the fullness of your tits.” He circles each before taking them in his hands and squeezing. I moan. His hands on my skin feel magical and I never want him to stop touching me.

He leans down and licks a wet strip around my nipple. When I moan again, he kisses my breast, teasing me with his lips, his tongue, his teeth.

I take my opportunity to touch him too, scooting my palms over his broad shoulders, feeling the muscles in his back, finding the solid cheeks of his arse.

“Love your little hands on me, Omega.”

“You’re beautiful,” I tell him.

He lifts his head, “I thought we didn’t like beautiful things.”

I smile at him and shake my head. “I can’t help noticing. You’re built like a Greek god, like a statue in a gallery.”

“And you are my goddess”

I laugh and he swallows the noise with his mouth, kissing me and slowly rolling his body on top of mine.

This is it.

It’s finally happening.

After all this time of wondering, of pondering, what this act was all about, I’m finally going to know.

“Are you nervous?” he whispers, his arms cradling my body, his mouth by my ear, his knee nudging my legs apart.

“A little.” My throat quivers as I speak and it catches his attention. He kisses me lightly there.

“If you don’t like it, if it hurts, if you want me to stop, you only have to say.” I blow out a long puff of air, trying to calm my racing heart. I’m nervous, but it’s not just that, it’s the intensity. In this moment, I feel so close to him, so overwhelmed by him. I’ve never felt this way before. “Alexa, I need you to promise me.”

“I will.”

“And I promise to take good care of you, my little Omega. Yes?” he asks, the warm tip of his cock nudges at my folds, seeking out my entrance.

“Yes,” I say as firmly as I can. I don’t want him to think I have any indecision, any qualms. I want this so badly I will claw at my skin if I don’t get it.

The head of his cock catches at my entrance and he growls lowly. Then, he presses down gently, easing himself inside. I wince at the stretch and he kisses my throat, whispers words of encouragement, and I smile at him, nodding, telling him silently to keep going. He presses in deeper, brushing against that spot on my wall and this time I gasp as stars explode across my eyelids. It’s still tight, despite the copious amount of slick he’s coaxed from my body, but it doesn’t hurt. It just feels … more. More intense, more full, more stretched than anything has before.

My walls spasm around him and he grunts, pausing for a fraction of a second, before pressing on further. He’s reaching high inside me, higher than I can reach myself, higher than he reached with his fingers, and parts of me that have never been caressed before stir to life, my whole body buzzing.

Finally, he stops, his body flush with mine, and I realise, despite my fear, I’ve taken him all, all of this huge alpha.

“How do you feel, princess?” he asks me, his voice strained.

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