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God, why is that so sexy? Burrowing my face into his hat, I decide to let him in. My headspace is fucked and I need some help.

“Yes,” I say shakily, and instead of breaking down the door, he picks the lock in seconds.

I guess that’s a handy trick to have. Slamming the door shut behind himself and in the rest of his pack’s face, he stalks toward me, dropping to his knees.

“Poor, sweet little omega,” he croons, his thumb running over my cheek to collect a few of my tears. Placing it between my lips, he commands, “Suck.”

Opening my mouth, I lean forward and suck on his thumb, oddly beginning to relax as I do. Evan kisses my forehead, whispering, “There’s my good girl.”

Whimpering, I perfume, and Evan swallows hard.

“Someone enjoys being praised,” he growls. “I’m going to help you feel so much better, and I promise to barely touch you, sweet girl. Turn on your back.”

As I obey him, he tried to remove his thumb, and I bite down hard. I don’t break the skin, but I have this overwhelming feeling to make him mine. It’s not fair to do that when things are such a mess, so I force myself to release him.

“Alright then,” he breathes, his caramel gaze filling with understanding.

Evan picks up the toy I abandoned, eyes wide as he examines it.

“Is this from your friends atThe Naughty Tote?” he asks. At my nod, he smirks, turning on the vibration. In his hands, my interest in the toy receives new life, my pussy slicking. “This thing is awesome. Show me how you were using it earlier, Aisling.”

Taking it from him, I drop my legs open, and push it inside of myself. I ramp up the vibration and thrusting settings, groaning as I lose patience and rock it deep into my pussy.

“Fuck yes. Take what you need, baby,” he murmurs, his gaze on my pussy and the toy that’s stretching me. “Feel how good your swollen, needy cunt pulls the toy in as you clamp around it, Aisling.”

Eyes rolling, I groan as I do just that, my feet moving, so that they’re flat on the mattress. The girth of the toy’s shaft is huge, forcing me to breathe as I push myself to take more of it. The toy is making the walls already start to pulse around it, my thigh muscles shaking. Now that I’m getting back into it, the toy can do its job.

“You look so pretty and flushed, baby. Push it in more. Think of me, Aisling,” he groans, making me gasp. “Don't think I didn’t see the fact that it’s fucking pierced, it’s one of the first things I noticed.”

“Evan,” I whimper, though he doesn’t touch me. His hands are planted on the edge of the mattress as he watches me with a predatory gaze, but he keeps still.

“Knot,” he grunts. “Show me how well you take it.”

Working the toy until I’m spread wide and the knot is bumping against my entrance, I gasp as I begin to push it in. The problem with taking a knot is that it’s not comfortable, and having it thrusted into your needy cunt hits different when you’re not the one doing it.

“I’m trying,” I whine, my body bowing as another wave of pain hits me. Clawing at the sheets, I cry out as I try to escape it.

“Fuck, okay, baby. I’m going to touch you, okay?” he says. Tears stream down my cheeks as I nod wildly.

“Please,” I whisper.

“So pretty when you beg, but you don’t have to,” he croons. “I want to help.”

His hand wraps around the toy that’s still buried deep inside my pussy, pushing it until the knot is up against me again.

“Did you know the knot inflates?” he asks as he begins applying pressure.

“No,” I moan, my hips lifting.

A hand slams on the wall, and Evan rolls his eyes.

“She was answering a question, dick. Aisling wasn’t telling me no,” he says. “I saw a button, and it just clicked as to what it does. You’re going to be a very good girl and take this knot, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” I gasp as I feel the prick of pain as I’m stretched to the point that I’m usually delusional during.

“Relax,” he whispers. “Your body can do this. That’s it, Aisling. Your sweet pussy is slicking around the knot, and pulling it in. You’re so damn beautiful.”

My hair is a mess of curls from how much I’m sweating, and I know it’s sticking to my forehead. Yet, Evan makes me feel like the most beautiful woman ever as he brushes his cool fingers over the crown of my head.

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