Page 57 of Knot Forgotten

He slowly climbs to his feet, my hands falling from his hair. Then he cups my ass, lifting me up and moving me back up the bed. Another whine rises up when he turns away from the bed and disappears into the bathroom before returning with a towel.

“For under your ass, don’t want to soak our comforter,” he says.

“There is another bed,” I point out but still help him get it into position beneath me. It is probably a good idea. I’ve heard some virgins bleed their first time, even if they have used toys.

He climbs slowly up the bed, spreading my legs wider as he settles between them. Our tongues tangle in a dance, and I taste myself on his lips, mixed with his ginger. I groan, attempting to deepen the kiss, unable to get enough of our combined flavor. His cock is trapped between us, pressing against my soft stomach as he gives his full attention to our kiss.

He slows the kiss and kneels between my legs. “Ready, Rinny?” I can hear the nervous way my name rolls off his tongue, and it is sweet.

I reach between us, my fingers wrapping around him. “I’m ready,” I say, encouraging him to move.

His thick head spreads my folds, and the warmth and velvety feel is nothing like my toys as he slips easily through my slick. He pushes inside, his crown spreading me wider than I’m used to. Short breaths leave me in needy pants as he slowly eases deeper. A tightness, with a slight pressure followed by a pinch of pain, catches my breath, and he stops moving, concern painting his face as he watches me.

“I’m good,” I gasp. The pain is already fading, replaced by the feel of him stretching me so wide that I will never want a toy in his place. I lift my legs, wrapping them around his waist and using him as leverage as I push up onto him, taking him even deeper.

He swears under his breath, his eyes squeezing shut as we both adjust to the new way he is filling me. My slick gushes, easing the way even more, and he sinks almost knot deep with the next arch of my hips. “I’m not going to last, Rinny. Fuck, you are fucking perfect in every way. Your body squeezes me so well. I want to give you my knot so fucking bad.”

He starts to move, thrusting into me over and over again, pushing me straight to the stars in the sky. The rhythm works something inside of me to a crescendo, overflowing with pleasure. Energy buzzes beneath my skin, and my body clenches around him, searching for the promise of his knot.

“Matt, I need your knot,” I gasp, my whole body alight with the promise of an orgasm. The sensitivity of my nipples grazing his soft curls on his chest enough to almost push me right into it.

His fingers grip my ass, and he angles me up, seeming to open me wider. Then I feel his knot at my entrance, pressing against me. It spreads me wide, and I gasp out the neediest sound I’ve ever made in my entire life. I can barely handle the pressure of him locked deep inside of me, and the slightest shift of his hips sends me into orbit.

“That’s it, cupcake, squeeze me just like that,” he gasps, his hips pulsing in short thrusts into me. Then he erupts, filling me with so much cum I think I’m going to burst. It feels like he comes for hours, yet my greedy pussy wants more.

I’ve woken a sleeping dragon, and I don’t think she will ever get enough of her alpha. Just the thought that Riley and Blake will join him someday has every atom in my body ready for more. If only Cam could, too, but I will be satisfied with what he can give.

Matt rolls us over, taking my weight on top of him. His knot still fills me completely, and I’ve never felt so whole.

CHAPTER 30

Erin

My muscles are pleasantly sore the next morning. I stretch against Matt, his fingers trailing over my side as I do.

“Morning,” I whisper, pressing a kiss to his shoulder.

“It wasn’t a dream,” he replies, a smile lifting his lips.

“Did we sleep?”

He chuckles, tossing the blanket off and climbing to his feet. “Not much. But we will miss the meet if we don’t get ready soon.”

Riley. The reason we drove so far away, and we’re even in a hotel room. His semi-final round starts in two hours.

“You can have the shower first. If you leave this room smelling like sex, I’m pretty sure Riley will be too distracted to win.”

My cheeks flush as a wide smile pulls at my lips. His eyes travel over my body as I stand up, and I’m pretty sure if I don’t get into the bathroom, we will end up right back in bed. And I really want to be there to support Riley today.

Snagging up my backpack, I close myself into the bathroom to get ready. Half an hour later, I’m clean, dry, and dressed. My mind revolts at the idea of putting on the scent-blocking lotion. I want them to smell what they do to me. All of them. I want strangers to know I have alphas.

Decision made, I drop the lotion back in my backpack, unused.

When I emerge from the bathroom, the hotel room smells like a mixture of gingersnap cookies and vanilla cupcakes.

Matt is flicking through channels on the TV and stops when he sees me. I’m pretty sure my knees want to turn to jello with only a look from him. Last night was so good that I am in need of a repeat.

“I’ll get ready,” he says, clearly not a mind reader, as he pops off the bed and brushes a soft kiss over my forehead.

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