Page 109 of Knot My MC
“Kiki,” he whispers. “Show me the damn game, baby.”
“Okay.” I bite my lip and lean forward to grab the computer. “There’s only one rule, okay?”
He runs his hands over my thighs, fingers grazing close to my core. “Okay.”
“No asking questions while they get it on.”
His fingers dig into my legs. “Deal.”
My stomach flutters. I rewind and press play, holding my breath as the orc makes his move.
CHAPTERTHIRTY-SEVEN
CROW
The orc sex is underwhelming. At first it was intriguing, what with the big green dude and the human love interest, but once the shock of that wore off, it’s quite simple mechanics wise. He’s on top of her and they’re moaning and panting. I guess you can’t expect spectacular porn from an app like this. The main hook is the build up to the sex.
Kiki’s mouth twists to the side, and she glances over, catching me staring at her. “What? Is it horrible? You hate it, don’t you?”
“I don’t hate it… It’s just not wonderful? I mean, I like the concept of the game, but I guess I was expecting something a little more graphic?”
She wrinkles her nose. “The sex scenes do always leave a bit to be desired.” Sighing, she exits the game, sets the laptop on the floor, and flops back onto the mattress. Her blonde hair splays around her, and her aquamarine eyes flick to mine. “How would you have done it?”
“The hook up?”
“Yeah.” She turns on her side and searches my face. “If you were the orc and this was your first time with the woman you love, what would you have done?”
“First, I’d probably run my hand up her thigh, stopping right below her hip before dragging it back down.” I rest my palm against her leg and show her what I mean. “And then I’d scoot closer.” The bed wiggles slightly under my shifting weight. “Grab the back of her neck and bring her to me.”
Kiki’s breath comes in a soft exhale as I drag her closer. I rub my nose against hers and barely brush my lips to hers.
“And then, I’d wait for her to demand a kiss.”
Following my lead, Kiki fully presses her mouth to mine and teases the seam of my lips with her tongue. My chest rumbles, and I open to her, taking over and tasting her. I run my palm up the inside of her leg and barely brush the edge of my fingers over her core before moving away once more. She writhes as I do it again. Pulling her bottom lip into my mouth and sucking softly, I finally put my hand where she wants it. Kiki grinds into it and I break away from the kiss and trail my mouth down her neck, biting down over the mark we left behind when we claimed her as ours.
“And then what?” She breathes the question and presses into my kneading hand. She’s already slick and ready, her pants all but ruined with her greedy desire.
I bite a little harder, not puncturing the skin but enough to make her stiffen under me for a second, her body going completely lax until I slip my hand into her pants and run my fingers through her dripping wet center. She rocks into my touch, and I release her neck.
“Then,” I whisper into the shell of her ear, “I’d edge her until she cries for my knot.”
I press down on her clit and roll so I’m on top of her. Sitting back, I hook my hands into her bottoms, yank them off and toss them on the floor. She pulls her knees up and plants her feet on the bed, lifting to tear off her shirt and bra. I quickly undress and get back on the bed.
With wide, trusting eyes, she waits for whatever I have planned. No sharp remarks. No snark. Only complete and utter need. Her sweet scent fills the room, and I press my hands on either side of her head, looming over her much smaller frame.
She’s so soft compared to me.
There’s something about being an alpha that makes me crave submission. I’m not going to be a dick about it because my omega deserves better than that, but right now, an inherent urge to see her wilt beneath me, completely undone on my knot, fills me with almost feral hunger. Remembering that I need to do a better job than that game is the only reason why I’m not already balls deep inside of her.
Kiki reaches for me, but I sit back.
“Spread your legs for me, baby.”
Her knees fall open, revealing a glistening cunt that’s begging to be licked. I rove my gaze over her before lowering my face and running the tip of my tongue up the length of her slit. Kiki’s hands dive into my hair, fingers grasping for some sort of control.
I roll my tongue over her clit then lift my gaze to meet hers. “Put your hands above your head.”
She listens without protest, and I get back to work, licking and fucking her cunt with my tongue, taking her close to where she wants to be, but backing off whenever her muscles begin to tense. She lifts her hips, and I growl, slamming my hands onto her thighs and forcing her back onto the mattress.
