Page 31 of Sawyer

“Can you take a knot?” His emerald eyes burn as he looks down at me, water running over his body to drip on mine. The spray edges toward cool, but our bodies keep us warm.

His question is about the curse of a gamma. We can take a knot just as easily as an omega, I just can’t procreate or perfume. Oh, and that brings me to the biggest difference between us—I’ll never go into heat. “Yes,” I moan with another slam of his hips, letting him chase away the comparisons.

Sin pauses and reaches behind him to shut off the water while holding me against him. Surprisingly, he carries me out of the shower, remaining buried inside me, out of the bathroom, and to the nearest bedroom, where he follows me down onto the bed.

Leaning over me with water dripping down his body, he looks just as sinful as his namesake. He doesn’t care that I’m soaking his sheets or that the wet sounds of bodies will draw Rumor’s attention. He looks at me as though I’m the only one who exists, and that feeling becomes heady.

He is going to become yet another addiction, one I just might savor.

His hips slam into me, and the base of his cock hits me just right. Leaning down, he captures my lips with his, his tongue darting in and swirling around mine. The metal of his tongue ring teases my tongue, telling me that even those nerves can become sensitive.

“It’s been so fucking long,” he whispers against my lips, but I don’t think his words are for me. It’s a secret, and I’m not even sure he realizes what he muttered. There’s a haze over his eyes that tells me just how far away he is.

He angles his hips until his cock hits that spot inside of me no other man has ever reached, except for that one night, long ago in a forest, where I never should have been. Just like then, I am being rendered into a pool of carnal lust by an alpha. My thighs widen, helping him ease inside of me.

“Fuck, look at you, princess.” He slows his pace, his eyes riveted to my body. “Taking every thick inch I offer.”

My hands grip his biceps, my nails making half-moons on his flesh. My muscles tighten as that precipice nears, teasing me as it gets closer and closer.

This is nothing more than a quick fuck to satisfy the baser desires of who we are. Well, it’s the lie I tell myself because I already want more of Sin, another round before this one ends.

“Are you ready for more?” He slams his hips against my core and pauses. Biting his bottom lip, he pushes against my entrance, making little teasing circles with his hips.

“Yes,” I whisper, knowing just what he wants next.

A gamma can take a knot. Any designation can with patience and a lot of lube, but a gamma can with ease.

I’ve only ever taken a knot once, and I haven’t again because it can quickly become an addiction that will drive a gamma insane, causing many to hold it over our heads that we will never be a true omega.

Sin pushes against me, his head thrown back as pleasure courses through us. My body tightens, and anticipation overwhelms me, knowing what will happen next.

I relax a little more, and his knot pops inside of me, filling me completely. It’s just as I remembered. The thick press of his cock hits every nerve in my swollen pussy.

My orgasm rushes through me as Sin spills himself inside me, his hips thrusting with small, restricted movements, massaging that bundle of nerves until my body bows, a scream rips free of me, and black spots dance in my vision.

It’s too much and not enough all at once.

Sin keeps thrusting, and his lips find mine as he eases me back down with kisses and shallow movements.

“That’s my girl. Fuck, you’re so damn perfect,” he whispers against my lips. “There you go, princess.” He rolls his hips, and aftershocks ripple through me, causing my pussy to tighten on him and draw a tortured moan from his lips. “I hope you don’t plan on sleeping.”

My eyes flutter open, finding both Sin and Rumor, who stands at the door with his arms crossed.

“He’s just making sure you are all right.” Sin nips my lip.

“She’s tired, Sin,” Rumor argues, and unfortunately, he’s right.

As much as I needed this, that orgasm shattered me, and I don’t even have the energy to tell them that.

“Wore you out, didn’t I, princess?” Sin rolls us to the side, his knot locked inside of me, as he drags the blanket with him to throw it over us. “Rest.”

“What the fuck have you done, Sin?” Rumor hisses at him.

The two speak in hushed tones, but I’m a goner when Sin purrs. Sleep drags me under as Rumor chastises Sin.

I’ll make sure he knows it was my choice in the morning. I swear.

Sawyer

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