Page 43 of Knot All is Forgiven

Icarus reaches his hand down between us, and his fingers circle my aching clit as I feel him push inside me without warning. "I forgot about rule one," he whispers in my ear. "But next heat, you'll need to learn the beauty of delayed gratification, Omega."

I don't bother responding because I'm getting what I want.

Icarus takes on a punishing pace as he pistons his hips into me, his eyes turning nearly black, and a range of primitive groans and growls leave his mouth. I'm getting so close to shattering around him when he pulls out, flips me on my stomach, and lifts my ass in the air.

"Present for me, Omega," he says in a low voice that I couldn't deny if I wanted to. "Now."

I stretch my arms out in front of me, resting my cheek on the soft ground of my nest as I push my ass up as far in the air as I can and spread my knees to give him space to thrust into me.

And does he ever.

A full rut takes over him the moment he's inside me, slamming so brutally that it feels like his hips bruise my ass. His hands grip that soft flesh around my hips, and usually, I'd feel self-conscious over it, but right now, I feel like a goddess.

I drove this handsome, successful, incredible Alpha so crazy he fell into a rut.

"Gonna bite you, Omega," he says as he drapes himself over my back, his mouth close to my ear. "Going to make you mineforever. Going to fuck you until you can't walk, can't think, can't breathe without thinking of me. You're mine, Jordan."

Pain lights me up but quickly morphs into exquisite pleasure as he bites the crook of my neck, where it meets my shoulder while pounding into me. My orgasm is ripped from me by his teeth as I break apart, put together again when he follows me over the cliff, and I feel his knot swelling and filling me, locking us together.

Icarus stretches forward at an awkward angle so I can return the bite on the side of his neck, above where his collar would cover. It's hard to wrench my head to clamp down on his flesh, but I manage, and the moment I do, I feel his presence inside me like a brand.

We're woven together, our essences forever tied to one another.

And through that bond, I feel his utter elation, his joy, his adoration, and his love.

Oh, there is so much love.

We lay there spooning, and I wish I could look into his eyes and see how he's feeling about all of this. But before I voice my displeasure, he leans close to my ear and whispers, "This is the most beautiful gift you could have ever given me. I feel you everywhere. Thank you, Jordan. Thank you for being mine."

Chapter seventeen

I have never beenso tired in my goddamn life.

I mean, not even when I went through residency was I this tired.

It's been four days. Four days since Jordan fell into her heat and hasn't resurfaced. My dick feels like it's got rug burn from overuse.

I suddenly very much understand why packs are a thing. I know some solo Alphas can manage a heat on their own, but if every heat with Jordan is like this, I may not survive.

Is this what being old feels like?

Grabbing the blue sports drink, I chug it down, draining it in one go. I am so fucking dehydrated. Jordan has been relativelycompliant when it comes to eating and drinking, but by the time I've gotten her fed, she's ready to fuck again, so, regretfully, I have been neglecting myself.

Maybe I'll hire a Beta heat sitter for the next one to ensure we both eat and drink enough.

"Alpha," my beautiful Omega groans from within the nest. I think we're close to the end, her periods of lucidity between begging for my knot longer and longer. But she writhes in the filthy sheets, her skin sticky with sweat and fluids, her hair a tangled mess that would not stay in any braid or hairstyle, no matter how hard we tried.

"Yes, Omega?" I ask around the protein bar I've shoved in my mouth. I'm pretending like I don't know what she is about to say. Like we haven't gone through this song and dance at least twenty times since she went into heat.

"Knot," she whines pitifully. "I hurt."

"I know, sunshine," I say softly. I don't want her to think I'm rejecting her, but I really do need a bit more time. My refractory period is good, but not that good. "But I need to eat something so I can knot your brains out."

"Alpha!" she whines, louder this time. "Knot! Rut!" Her cute nose wrinkles in anger, and the heat haze over her moss-colored eyes gives them a dreamy look.

"Remember what we said about delayed gratification?" I remind her as I take another bite from the protein bar. These are fucking gross, and I make a note not to order them again, but it's better than passing out mid-thrust. "I promise I'll make it worth it for you."

"Rule. One."

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