Page 141 of Knot All is Forgiven

Unable to help myself, I drag my fingers across my tongue and nearly lose myself in a rut as her flavor overwhelms my senses.

My fingers tangle in the hem of her shirt as I haul it over her head before laying her down on the nest and pulling her shorts off.

Jordan Cross, laying bare before me, is every dream I refused to acknowledge. Her skin is flushed with heat, slick shining on her inner thighs, chest heaving from her release.

I fist my cock, squeezing to keep myself under control because I feel the cracks forming and my grip on lucidity fading. I don't want to be in a rut when I mark her.

I want to remember what it feels like to achieve a dream you gave up on.

But our bodies have other plans because Jordan rolls over and crawls to me, ripping my boxers off and diving onto my cock like an Omega starved. Instinctively, my hands go to her hair, and I have to fight my instincts not to slam her nose into my pelvis.

Her arms wrap around my hips as she licks and sucks at my length, looking up at me with those big doe eyes. She pops off me with a smirk. "Rut."

"Oh, you naughty thing. You're trying to force a rut?" I chuckle, tightening my hands in her hair. "You keep asking, and I may have to indulge you."

With one motion, I pull her back to my cock, giving short, gentle thrusts into her mouth. She moans around my length as a hand drifts between her thighs. It doesn't take long for me to feel that tingle at the base of my spine that tells me this has to stop, or I will be knotting her mouth instead of her cunt.

"That's enough, baby." I pull her from me and stroke her cheek. "You did great. Are you ready for my knot?"

"Rut. Bite. Knot." Heat Jordan is of few words, but she's made it clear what she wants. My instincts are chafing at me, and I think it's time I stop holding back.

Who am I to deny my Omega?

Jordan lays stretched before me, looking like sin incarnate, and I grab her chin, forcing her hazy eyes on mine.

"Mine."

Her pupils are completely blown, and her mouth hangs open slightly. I lean forward and lick across her bottom lip before fusing mine with hers and pushing her onto her back.

Wedged between her thighs, she struggles to push her legs far enough apart to accommodate me. My sweet Omega needs some assistance, and I am happy to provide it by pushing her knees to the nest's floor, her core exposed and dripping for me.

"Fuck," I whisper, drinking in every inch of flesh. "I am going to take such good care of you, Omega."

With one hard thrust, I fully sheath myself in her, relishing the squeals and screams that tumble from her pouty lips.

"Alpha," she whines. Her eyes dart over my lips, eyes, and chest like she's unsure where to focus.

"Omega," I respond, dragging my cock out of her excruciatingly slowly before slamming back in. "You're mine, aren't you, Jordan?"

"Yours," she pants, her hips thrusting to meet mine. "Bite."

That one word, combined with the ache of her bite on the top of my throat, has my mouth watering with the need to sink my teeth into her flesh. I roll my hips once more before sliding out and sitting back on my heels.

"Present for me, baby."

I don't need to bark to have her listening, her body moving without thought as she presses her face against the floor of thenest. In one fluid motion, she spreads her knees and arches her back, showing me her slick-soaked cunt.

How many times have I imagined this view? I run my hands up the back of her thighs, tickling my fingers through her lips. Jordan, in heat, is wanton and shameless, beautifully demanding her pleasure.

A pang of doubt creeps in. What if this is just her heat? What if she didn't mean to bite me? Will she be upset when she emerges from the haze and finds I claimed her?

"Alpha!" she cries out. "Rut. Knot. Bite."

My last shred of control snaps, and I push into her, my hands on her lower back, forcing an exaggerated arch as I claim her from behind. She thrashes beneath me, meeting me thrust for thrust as she chases her release.

She moves so much, so wildly, that I nearly slip out of her dripping cunt. "Be still," I snarl as I lean over her back and nip the side of her ear, and yet she still bucks beneath me like a bronco.

On instinct, I bite the back of her neck, not breaking the skin, to keep her in place. Her body goes immediately slack, the dominant, primal hold overriding her desire to thrash around.

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