Page 80 of Knot Forgotten

My omega brain wants him deep inside of me, but there is a part of me that knows that isn’t Cam. That he can’t give me what I need. So I look at Blake, my stomach flipping at his dark looks. If Cam is the storm, Blake is the sunlight that dries up all the rain, his musk like a warm blanket on my sensitive skin.

His cock is heavy between his thighs, his pants around his ankles, and my mouth waters. The piercing loops through his crown, and I wonder what that will feel like inside me. He watches me with hooded eyes, his gray depths looking more black than anything else. His hand makes slow strokes up and down his rock hard length, tugging on the piercing with each one.

“Blake,” I moan. Need crackles under my skin.

“Mmmm, cupcake, present for me,” he demands quietly.

Every single instinct I have, has me scrambling to my hands and knees and lifting my ass, legs spread. In normal circumstances, this would have me flushing as red as a tomato with embarrassment for putting myself on display. But right now, it feels erotic and heightens my need. He hums appreciatively, and I swear slick runs down my thighs, although it could possibly be cum.

“That’s it,” he encourages me. “Come up a second.” He’s positioned behind me as I straighten on my knees. “Hands.” I put my hands behind my back, offering them to him, and the silk of the tie wraps around my wrists. Trust. That is what I give him.

After he ties my arms behind my back, he carefully lowers my top half to the cushions. My ass is higher in the air in this position. He swipes his fingers through the mixture of slick and cum, circling my clit. Once, twice, three times before my hips jerk back to him.

More. I don’t know if the word came out or if I only feel it down to my soul. But he answers, sinking his fingers into me and drawing out even more moisture.

“I’m going to fuck you so deep,” he says—growls—as the tip of his crown lines up with my entrance, the warmth of him almost burning me, and then he is thrusting into me.

Deep.

Shit.

He drives me into the mattress, gripping my ass cheeks, his fingers wrapped around my hips. Impaling me with his length until I’m screaming with built-up pleasure. Still, he isn’t done. He slows as he forces me into another orgasm. It ripples over my body, from head to toe, tingling as it fades.

Another growl rumbles from Blake. It is possessive and alpha. He pulls out of me slowly, his cock sliding down my folds, over my clit. Expertly. The piercing has me jerking off of the cushions as it grazes my sensitive nub. He keeps up the motion, and I’m pretty sure I am going to die as my muscles clench, tightening for another violent orgasm.

“That’s it, cupcake,” he encourages as I tumble into the endless abyss of pleasure.

I am on fire. Every single hair on my body is ultra-sensitive, my flesh molten lava. Yet Blake holds my ass up when I would collapse to the mattress. I feel fingers at my wrists, releasing them, then he flips me to my back, lifting my arms above my head and securing them again.

A weak laugh comes from my parted lips. As if I could move my arms no matter where he places them. I am made of jello.

He pauses and meets my eyes. “Is this funny?”

Danger.

It has goosebumps rising on my arms. But I say, “A little.” I don’t have the energy to explain, even if I could.

He tweaks my nipple, earning a needy gasp from me. “What part?”

My eyelids drop as his mouth closes over the other nipple, drawing it into his mouth and scraping his teeth against my skin. Blake’s fingers tighten on my hips before running into my inner thighs, spreading my legs wide. His length burns my core when he rests deliberately against me.

“What part?” he demands softly. It doesn’t sound like a bark but feels like one, compelling me to answer.

“Tying my wrists,” I say, lifting them off the pillow less than an inch. “I’m boneless, not going anywhere.”

That was coherent. Right? I’m not sure because he nips at my breast, and all thought flees.

“Good.”

He sinks into me, and I feel every inch. The drag of his cock as he slowly withdraws pulls a whimper from me. How do omegas last days? Because I’m sure I will die from this heat. I’m not sure if it is being with alphas for this one or the drugs running through my system, but it is intense.

When he equally slowly pushes back in, I cry out. My skin flushes. Another orgasm is waiting in the shadows, ready to drag me under and smother me with endless pleasure. My legs start to shake, my belly quaking, and he still doesn’t stop his controlled assault on my body. Giving me everything I need and more.

I break apart, my fingers curling in on themselves, digging into my palms how they want to dig into his back. Only then does he thrust all the way in, locking me to him with his knot and filling me in the way the heat demands.

“You're ours, Rinny,” he says, and then he marks me.

The connection is the same intense feeling as Matt and Riley. His feelings rush into me, and I’m crashing into another climax. The intensity of it is almost too much. Where Matt was pure comforting love flowing through, and Riley was a need that took my breath away when mixed with love, Blake is possessive and branding down to my soul. His love feels overwhelming and almost like being tossed around in a storm on the ocean.

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