Page 58 of Knot Giving Up 2

“Oh, you’re going to be thanking me for fucking you, alright,” Oz grins as he turns me around and kisses me.

Wrong move. It just makes me even more desperate. The area between my legs floods with slick and my skin burns like an inferno. I jump up and wrap my legs around him, holding tight, begging for more.

“We need to get her out of here,” Harrison says. “And fast.”

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Ozren

Meggie’s not gonna make it. There's no way in hell she can go through with a fucking drug deal like this. That’s clear the second she starts climbing me in front of an audience. Hopefully, everyone will think it’s just the excitement of winning the game that has her so worked up.

I carry her straight towards the locker rooms, with the rest of the pack around us, avoiding the reporters all hollering for our attention.

“We need to take the edge off,” Nils says. “It’s still early, so she should be able to think more clearly once she has an orgasm.”

“I can think just fine,” she snaps at him.

I chuckle into her neck. “You do remember begging me to get you off during an Olympic ceremony, right, baby?”

“I hate this,” she whispers. The look on her face is so conflicted, I’d do anything to take it away. “All I can think about is…”

“My massive cock in that tight pussy.”

“Oh god, yes.” Her head rolls back.

“Check the showers,” I say, already heading in that direction.

Thankfully, both teams have their own locker rooms.

“Everything okay in here,” Dr. Atkinson asks, coming in behind us along with our publicist.

“You all should really talk to the press.” Our publicist Claire is a tight little beta. I’d have made a move on her back before I met Meggie. Now I just need them both gone.

“You’re right,” Harrison says, giving me a meaningful look. “Nils and I will give an interview. Two tops. Pick the best for us to talk to.” He follows them out of the room, casting another glance over his shoulder that I understand perfectly.

“Watch the doors. Don’t let anyone in,” I say the moment the door closes behind Nils and Harrison. “I’m gonna take care of our girl.”

“Yes, please.” Meggie eagerly rubs herself against me, tightening her legs around my waist and using her heels to pull me closer.

The rest of my pack mates don’t look happy about being put on lookout duty, but I’m the one she’s climbing right now, so they split up to watch the doors. We all know how bad it would be if someone caught us in here with Meggie like this.

“I’m gonna help you, baby girl, but you need to be good for me.” I squeeze her ass hard. “Can you do that?”

“Anything,” she moans, contracting in on herself like she’s having a stomach cramp. “Just make it stop hurting.”

I try to set her down in the shower, but she clings to me so tightly I can’t get her to let go. “What did I say about being good?” Before she can answer, I slap her ass. “Are you gonna be a good girl for me?”

She whimpers and untangles herself from me, sliding down my body in a way that has my already hard cock even harder. I waste no time stripping off her sweatpants and t-shirt, leaving her in just her red bathing suit. Her cheeks are flushed, but she’s shivering all over.

“Please, Oz,” she cups her breasts like she can’t help herself. There are tears in her glassy eyes. “I’m so empty. And I’m… I’m scared.”

I push her roughly back against the tile and kiss her hard, knowing just what she needs. I tug off her swimsuit while her hands frantically tug my shirt over my head. With my lips still on her, I turn on the water, keeping it tepid to ease her fever, but not cold enough to give her a chill. My pants and swimsuit drop to the floor along with hers and I just barely manage to kick them out of the way so they won’t get wet before she’s jumping back in my arms.

There’s no warm up, no foreplay. I’m so fucking hard and she’s so fucking wet. She sinks down onto me as soon as I lift her up. Our mouths clash, hands groping everywhere. We’re frantic for each other, and she feels so damn good. With my hands on her upper thighs, I lift and lower her so she’s bouncing on my dick like a fucking wet dream.

Her head tilts back, water pouring down her face, splashing over her tight little nipples. I hunch over and draw one into my mouth, never slowing my pace.

“Yes! Yes, Oz, there!”

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