Page 115 of Knot for Me
“We can do this the easy way or the hard way, baby. I was going to reward you, but maybe I’ll punish you for using that fucking vibrator.” A growl chases his words, and I smirk a little.
“For being an inanimate object, it sure pissed you off.”
“You don’t need that,” he snaps and brings his head toward mine. “Lie down, Reagan.”
I glare at him and lie back. Marco and Cory scoot to the side of the closet, giving us space but staying close enough I can breathe in their scents. Since the guys have come in, I haven’t been in any pain. I don’t know how I’ll make it through my next heat without them. Pinching my eyes shut, I push the depressing thoughts out of my mind. Lucas stares at me, running his hand over his stomach and down to palm his cock. His frame is larger than Marco and Cory, more burly than cut but that doesn’t make him less attractive. He comes between my legs, spreading my thighs open so he can fit. With a feather light touch, he rubs his palms up my thighs, stopping just before he reaches my center and dragging them back down. I make an impatient noise, and he tsks.
“I know what you want, but I’m not ready to give it to you yet.” He cups the back of my foot and kisses my ankle, moving up my leg with soft kisses.
How can something so simple and sweet make me so mad?
Probably because I’m horny as fuck. The man doesn’t have to torture me.
“Lucas,” I say sweetly. “I want you inside of me.”
His chest rumbles, and he rubs the top of my leg, fingers coming dangerously close to my core. “That’s good to know. I have four days to fuck you in every way you ask, but today I’m taking you how I want you.” He moves his hand away, and I almost whine. He continues to tease me, coming almost to where I want him before backing away. Finally having enough of it, I lift onto my elbows and try to pull my leg away. He holds on to my ankle and shakes his head at me.
“Patience, Reagan.”
“I’m going to rip your head off if you don’t hurry up.”
He bites his lower lip to keep from laughing, but Marco and Cory chuckle. I glare at them like they’re part of the problem, and they quickly shut up. They’ve already given me exactly what I wanted, so they’re not on my shit list… at least not yet. They can quickly end up there if they laugh again.
“You haven’t said sorry.”
“Sorry?” I scoff. “For what?”
“That vibrator hurt my feelings.” He pouts his lip.
“Oh my God, you’re so annoying. I’m sorry, okay?” I am this close to gouging his eyes out. He doesn’t need to see to fuck me, right?
“Mmm. I don’t think you are.” He sets my leg down and scoots a little closer. “I need you to mean it.” Before I can say something rude, he slips two fingers between my folds, circles my clit before sliding them inside of me. I sigh at the intrusion, my body already wet and ready for him. He curls them and works them inside of me, dropping down to kiss my navel and gazing up at me.
He removes his fingers, and I want to scream.
“Lucas,” I complain, lifting my hips slightly.
“You’re so desperate,” he says, grinning at me. “You need me, don’t you?”
I bite my cheek to keep from nodding. I know this game. He likes to make me work for it. I can resist him. Right?
He smacks my pussy. “Don’t try to deny it. I feel how much your cunt wants me.” He slips three fingers inside of me now, coating them with my slick and pulling them out. “Taste it.” Ever so gently, he paints my lips with my arousal, eyes focused on everywhere he touches.
I clamp my mouth shut.
“Come on, baby. I’ll taste it with you.” He sticks his fingers in his mouth and sucks them clean, moaning in approval. He likes the way I taste. He runs his tongue between each digit, desperately seeking more but never moving his heated gaze from mine.
Well, I guess I’ll play a little. I part my lips and clean the mess he made, tasting the sweet and earthy flavor. It doesn’t escape my notice that he’s tasting Marco and Cory too, and that only makes me more willing to play along with his game. He’s not one bit ashamed.
“Good. Hold her arms,” he says to Cory and Marco.
“What?” I screech a second before they pounce on me, each one taking hold of an arm.
Lucas dives between my legs, the flat of his tongue pressing against my clit before he moves his attention to cleaning me. He licks all over, always coming back to my clit for a few torturous moments. I lift my hips to try and guide him to the right spot, but he pushes them back down, growling a soft warning. He slides two fingers into me, mouth centering over my clit as he licks and sucks, curling and stroking my inner walls as he brings me to the edge of an orgasm.
He stops and sits back, wiping his mouth and gazing down at me.
“Seriously?” I whine this time.
