Page 36 of Cruel Knots

Fire courses through my veins, igniting a hunger deep within me. Mikhail’s hot, wet mouth on my pussy makes me cry out of sheer pleasure and desperation.

Being with these strange alphas gives me a high I’ve never felt before. Their touch is like an addictive drug, promising me nothing but ruin.

My body tightens with the build-up of a massive orgasm. Mikhail seems to sense it too because he stops lapping at my folds.

It is maddening but insanely hot at the same time to surrender my body to him, to make him solely responsible for my pleasure. The omega within me is willingly surrendering to this crude alpha.

Mikhail straightens up and the next moment, I hear the sound of his zipper being pulled down. He presses his body against my back and pushes his cock between my legs.

I’m already dripping, swollen, and ready for him. He grabs my ass cheeks, and with one long stroke, he impales me with his cock.

“Oh, fuck,” he groans as he slips deeper inside me.

He stretches me wide and is so deep, my head swims with pleasure. His bare hand spans my pussy, putting pressure on my nub while making sure he has my hips at a good angle to allow him to drive deep.

My clit throbs hard, igniting sparks of pleasure all over my body. A moan escapes me as my head falls back against his chest.

I feel every inch of him sliding between my pussy lips and then ramming into my channel, balls deep. Each penetration shoves me forward but he keeps me steady on my feet by wrapping an arm around my waist.

His fingers press against my clit, making my eyes roll with pleasure. “I love the sounds you make when you have my cock inside you,” he grates through clenched teeth. “I don’t think I can ever get enough of it, darling.”

His movements grow harder and faster, his hips slapping against my tender ass cheeks. It’s not long before I feel the tip of his cock swelling against my tight walls.

I suck in the cold, dry air as sweat beads on my forehead and neck and let out another cry. A final circle on my clit is enough to make me break. My core pulses and ripples around his cock, pleasure bursting like fireworks behind my eyelids.

“I never imagined it could feel so, so good to knot inside you, Lucia,” he says, lowering his mouth on my shoulder, his teeth digging into my flesh.

My thighs tremble but my core tightens. Pleasure courses through me despite the thin stream of blood running down my skin.

Every muscle in my body grows taut as waves of pleasure crash through me, over and over, and I have no control over the sounds coming from my mouth.

“Ah, fuck, Lucia,” Mikhail groans from behind me as he rams deep inside me. His mouth latches on the open wound as his cock swells and knots against my core.

His fingers dig into my hips as he shatters completely, filling me with burst after bursts of his white-hot seeds. He jerks a couple of times, little aftershocks of his orgasm that I can feel against my inner walls.

I come down from my high, panting and gasping for breath. My head lolls back on his chest as he wraps his arms around me and holds me against him. He gently pulls out of me, leaving a thick stream of his semen to run down my inner thigh.

“I need to sit down,” I say in a shaky voice.

He lowers me to the floor gently and steps away.

My heart pounds in my chest as I struggle to draw enough breath into my lungs. It’s incredible to experience this kind of lust and pleasure but it leaves me feeling weak and exhausted.

Noticing the sound of shifting fabric, I see that he’s pulling up his trousers.

Before I can sit up straighter, Mikhail skips up the short flight of stairs and starts closing the door at the top.

“Wait! Stop!” I call out desperately.

“Be good and drink some water,” he says before shutting the door and plunging me into complete darkness once more.

Suddenly, a bulb flickers overhead, illuminating a circle of light around me. My gaze falls on a food tray and a water bottle by the foot of the stairs.

My aching muscles protest as I move toward them and grab the bottle of water. Sweet relief washes over me as I chug down the whole bottle. Next, I look toward the tray and see that Mikhail left me with two wrapped burgers and a can of soda.

My stomach groans, making me reach for a burger. Tearing off the wrapping, I hungrily wolf it down in a few bites.

Even though the food and water satiate some of my hunger, I’m still ravenous for more. Shame suffocates me to admit this but I need those cruel alphas to touch me again.

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