Page 36 of Knot for Me
Wrapping my arm around her neck, I grab my wrist and lock her in my hold. She wheezes and squeals, flailing and scratching my forearm. I hold her for another few seconds to let the panic really settle in.
“Your body wants to find a way out, but you don’t know how.” I grind my teeth, ignoring how soft her hair is against my face and focusing on the lesson. “Slip your fingers between my arm and your neck and turn your head toward me.” There’s a moment where she hesitates. Then, gathering herself, she does as I told her to. “Good, tuck your chin.” She’s panting, but she does that as well. “Great job. Now, here comes the hard part. Lean forward a little and step back into me.”
Her ass brushes against me. So fucking soft and full.
Dammit.
“Okay,” I say, voice strained. “Feel your thigh against mine?”
“Yeah,” she croaks, the chokehold still making it hard for her to talk.
“Slide it over and put your shin against my calf, basically you kind of want to straddle me a little.” She does as I ask, and I try really hard not to think about her straddling other things, like my hips, with my cock reaching for her. My guy downstairs comes to life. Fuck. Lucas’ armpits. Cory’s nasty ass farts. Dog shit. Cat piss. Car crashes.
“Marco?” she asks, sounding a little annoyed.
“Right. Bend your knees and turn away from me toward your foot behind me then pull me over that leg.” Her body leaves mine, and she tries to throw me, but it doesn’t work. “That’s okay, just keep turning away from me.” Once she’s moved far enough away, I have to let go.
She scrambles away from me, pacing a bit once she puts distance between us. Her tits jiggle with the movement, her top giving away every delicious bounce.
Baby deer left without their moms. Orphans. Abandoned kittens.
My cock finally gets the message that now is not the time and settles down. Reagan catches her breath and shakes out her hands, glancing at me a few times.
“I want to throw you.”
I grin. “Well then, you better try a little harder.”
“I was trying hard,” she says, narrowing her eyes.
“You can do better.”
“How do you know?”
“I know you have a lot of rage inside that body. Remember when you said you hate being an omega? Use some of that frustration next time.”
Her eyes widen and a thoughtful look crosses her face. “I do have a lot of anger about being an omega.”
Why? I want to ask her, but I don’t. She can tell me when she’s ready, and we’re nowhere near being able to have deep discussions about her life.
“When I was a kid, other alphas used to gang up on me. I was smaller than them. I mean, I wasn’t a runt, but compared to some alphas, I was little. Anyway, after a few years of being tormented, I finally decided I was done with it.”
“Did you kick their asses?” she asks with a hopeful smile.
“I wish,” I say, chuckling when her smile falls. “But the important thing is when I kicked Roger Nelson in the nuts for the first time, all of my rage was channeled into it. That fucker went down hard.”
“But you still got beat up?”
“Yeah, his friends didn’t appreciate me fighting back.” I show her the scar on my elbow, tracing it with my finger. It’s been about twenty years, but the surgery left a nice reminder of what those assholes did. “While I was recovering, Lucas and Cory took care of them.”
“Bromance at its finest.” She grins at me when I give her a look. “Okay, I get it. I’ll focus my anger and try harder.”
“Good,” I say, circling her again. “Now, relax.”
She breathes in, dropping her shoulders and trying to be as unaware of me as possible.
Dare I say she trusts me?
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