Page 92 of In Knots

Chapter 24

“Iwant to rut and knot you now, Omega?” he whispers into my ear as I collapse down beside him, boneless and high.

“Yes,” I murmur, the ache in my pussy now violent.

I’m in heat. I hadn’t seen it coming until I stepped into their home and my skin turned electric with their scents. My mind was blind to it and yet my body knew. My body pulled me straight here, to my alphas, where I need to be.

I tug at the pillows and blankets on the sofa, pulling them to the floor, and arranging the layers around me, snuggling down and watching as my alpha strips off his clothes. His skin is darker than the others, the black lines of his tattoos less visible. In my befuddling mind, I observe how the same pictures, identical images, somehow alter and change on each of the alphas. The curves of their bodies, the contours and lines, distorting and altering the pictures in unique ways.

“You’re beautiful,” I tell him as he strips off his trousers and I catch my first view of his stiff cock.

“A little birdie told me you don’t like to be told you’re beautiful.” He crawls into the make-do nest I’ve created on the floor. “But you are.” I kiss him then. Pressing my mouth onto his. He sighs against my lips, then rests his forehead against mine and stares into my eyes. “I can’t help but tell you that you are, Alexa. And while I’m willing to share you, there are times I’m going to be greedy and want you for myself.”

“Like now?”

“Yeah,” he grins lopsided. “I double locked that door. The others aren’t getting in here until I’m ready to let them.”

“But you will let them?”

“Later.”

“Won’t they be cross?”

“I think they’re going to be too distracted by you in heat, Omega, to care.”

I mewl as he rolls his body down against mine, keeping his arms braced so he doesn’t crush me, carefully avoiding my ankle.

“I’m going to rut you like an alpha, Omega. And you’re going to take it like an omega. OK?”

I nod, my sex throbbing with every syllable of his words.

He rocks back. “Then up on your hands and knees.”

I do as he says, exposed to him again, everything between my legs on display for him.

He kisses my ankle, and I reassure him it doesn’t hurt, that I want him to fuck me just like this. With a suck of air, he drags a finger through my folds, sweeping slick with him and wiping it around his cock. “So fucking beautiful.” Then he takes a hold of each of my hips and I feel the hard press of his cock at my entrance. He eases in gently, grunting as he does – he’s big and I’m stretched wide to accommodate him. “That’s it, Omega. You’re doing so well for me. Just perfect”

I whimper as he slides against my spot, and he growls in return. “Fuck, Omega, keep making those sweet little noises for me. Show me that you want this.”

And I do. I don’t stifle the noises forming in my breast, I don’t bite my lips. As he bottoms out, and grinds into me, I moan long and hard.

Because it feels good. So good. My body is primed for rutting now. It’s what it will need for the next three days.

I’ve never done this through a heat before, but I’ve imagined it. The endless days of fucking and rutting. It had always horrified me, the pictures in my mind squalid and filthy. Now those same pictures have me licking my lips.

I’m an omega. This is what I was made for. To take an alpha. To take his powerful body, his knot, and his come.

His first few thrusts are gentle, his fingers digging into my flesh as he controls the force of his body, but as the friction between us starts to drive us wild, he can no longer hold back. He slams into me with such force I barely remain up on my hands and knees, and it’s only his strength holding me upright. His balls knock against my clit and my breasts bounce with the movement and everything is motion and sensation. Sensation and motion. Every thought knocked from my mind so that I no longer think, I only feel. Vaguely, I hear footsteps on the stairs and voices at the door. But I don’t care for anything but Bear’s heavy pants, and the steady pound of his cock inside me.

I come again, squeezing and milking his cock in such violent convulsions, he falters.

“Jesus fucking Christ, that feels … Omega, shit, you’re milking me.” And then he groans, and I feel his hot spend hit inside and the stretch of his knot.

I bite my lip, dig my nails into the blanket beneath me, bracing for the stretch, that sting. But it never comes, another orgasm sails through as he knots his dick into my pussy and, taking me with him, collapses to the ground.

We lie there breathless and wordless until we hear the first pound on the door.

“Bear, you in there?” Buzz calls through the wood.

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