Page 41 of Knot for Me
“I knew you’d scream for me,” he says, tugging my earlobe between his teeth. “You like being knotted with me, baby?” He rolls his hips, the pressure intensifying.
“Fuck, yes.” I moan, turning my head to the side and breathing through the sensations assaulting me.
“Such a good little omega,” he praises me, but those words snap me out of my lust induced haze and the ramifications of what we’ve done slam into me. There it is. That’s all he wants. A good little omega. I swore I’d never be that woman. What the fuck am I doing?
I gasp, grip his shoulders, and begin to push him away. “Get off me, Lucas.”
He scoffs. “You know I can’t.” His eyes meet mine, dark and unreadable. “We’re knotted, Reagan.” A hint of regret creeps into his tone, telling me he’s going through the same shock I am.
“I know. Make it stop.”
Grunting, he shakes his head. “I can’t stop the knot. The only way to get it to go away is if I…” He trails off, cringing and looking down.
A little piece of information I learned in sex ed comes screaming through my mind. “Finish coming,” I say.
“Fuck,” he says to himself. “I would leave if I could, Reagan. You have to know that,” he says to me, searching my face. His dick pulses again, more of his cum spilling into me.
Thank fuck for birth control.
I bite my cheek to keep from yelling. I’m so stupid. I knew what would happen, but he made me so mad I didn’t give a damn. I wanted to prove to myself he didn’t entirely hate me, and now I’m knotted. This is exactly what I’ve wanted to avoid, and my dumbass didn’t even think twice about fucking Lucas. I didn’t even stop when he asked me about his knot. I practically begged him for it.
He shifts and a rippling pleasure spreads through me when his hips move.
“Oh God,” I say, closing my eyes when he moves a little again. It feels so good. It’s so wrong. But it’s so goddamn perfect. If the knot won’t go away until he comes, it makes the most sense to finish what we started. The quicker we get on with it, the sooner I can hide away and beat myself up for being a dumbass. I need a damn good ass kicking, but first, sex.
“Lucas?” I ask, pulling his attention back to me.
His brow is furrowed, and he’s holding himself completely still now, like he’s trying not to breathe. “What?”
“We’re going to finish this and then you’re going to get your alpha-knot-cock out of me, got it?”
He swallows. “You don’t have to.”
Rolling my eyes, I grab the back of his neck, arching my back. “I wish that were true.”
He winces, and I regret my words. It’s not his fault at all.
“Listen, this”—I move my hips, and he sucks in a sharp breath—“feels amazing, so let’s finish the deed.”
“If you don’t like it—” he begins, but I yank him toward me, silencing him with a kiss and shoving him so he rolls over. His hands find my hips, and the move makes the knot hurt a little, but once we’re settled with me on top, the discomfort leaves and all I can feel is his giant alpha dick buried inside of me.
“I very much like this.” I grind against him, my core clamping around his length.
“Keep doing that,” he says, digging his fingers into my ass and lifting his hips up. The knot doesn’t allow for much movement, but the little bit is amazing. His cock throbs, and I lie on top of him, burying my head in the crook of his neck.
“Can you feel how wet I am?” I whisper, knowing he likes to talk and it’ll help him get back in the mood.
“Yeah,” he says in a strained voice, the cockiness from before gone.
I kind of hate that he’s not as into it now, but that’s my fault, and I accept full responsibility. I wasn’t thinking. He doesn’t know how much I hate the idea of being knotted, and he gave me a chance to back out. I made the choice, so I’m determined to make him feel good.
“Touch me, Lucas.” I kiss his neck, working my way to his jaw line. “Make me scream your name. Make me come harder than I ever have before.”
“Sit up and lean back.”
I do as he asks, palming my breasts and tweaking my nipples.
“Watch me while I play with your clit.” He rubs his thumb over the sensitive bundle of nerves, biting his lips when I buck against his touch. “Eyes on me,” he reminds me when I close my eyes.
