Page 44 of Knot All is Forgiven

Fucking rule one. That one is going to have to go.

She's thrown it in my face every time I've so much as tried to delay fucking her, no matter what the reason is. There is no reasoning with an Omega in heat, so a few times, I have resortedto some pretty rope work to restrain her so I could take a small break without being mauled.

I shove the rest of the protein bar in my mouth and down half a bottle of water before entering the nest again and holding the rest of the bottle out to her. "Drink this, Omega."

Jordan opens her mouth, and I pour the water in for her. I'm happy she's not fighting me on this, at least. When she finishes the bottle, she pounces on me, pushing me onto my back and impaling herself on my cock in one movement.

I throw my head back, eyes falling closed at the tight, hot squeeze of her cunt. "Fuck, Jordan," I groan, wrapping my hands around her hips and squeezing tightly.

I'm fucking obsessed with her body. Every curve, every inch of skin, every freckle. As she bounces on my cock, her sizable breasts moving as she does, I can't help but marvel at how lucky I am. Jordan is a goddess, and every part and piece of her looks like it was designed to my specifications for my pleasure.

Reaching up, I pinch her nipple, and she squeals, batting my hand away. It's not a hard limit for her, but she's extremely sensitive and not always up to nipple play.

No big deal. There are plenty of other parts and pieces of her I can explore.

"Harder, Alpha," she growls, resting her hands on my chest. "More. Rut. Knot."

"I don't have another rut in me, sunshine," I say gently. "But I can give you my knot."

She wrinkles her forehead and goes to protest, but I hold up a finger and shake my head. "Rethink what you're about to say, Omega." I tap my hand around the nest, and a devious grin lights up my face when my fingers close around what I'm searching for. "Be very sure you're willing to deal with the consequences."

"Alpha. Rut. Now."

"Ah, that's what I thought. Bratty Omegas need bratty accessories," I tell her, bringing the spider gag up to her mouth and buckling it around the back of her head. Her mouth is spread wide open, giving me a view of her pink tongue and down her throat.

Her throat that I have gotten a lot of use out of.

She grumbles around the gag, drool seeping out of the sides of her mouth, but whatever she's trying to say is garbled. Wrapping my hands around her waist, I flip us over, pressing her back into the nest as I thrust into her. She stares up at me defiantly, like she's won an argument I wasn't having with her. I roll my eyes and smack the back of her thigh to wipe that smug look from her face.

Around the gag, she moans, taking every sting of pain offered and turning it into pleasure. That's something I've learned these past four days. Jordan likes to dance across the line of pleasure and pain frequently.

And it has been so much fun to learn what her tastes are.

I throw both of her legs over my shoulder and lean down, tightening her cunt around me as I pound deeply into her. "Brats have to fight for their orgasms, sunshine," I tell her through gritted teeth. "So if you want to come, you better get started on that."

She doesn't wait to be told a second time, her hand sliding between us and circling her clit with some of the slick that she's covered in. A pulse of electricity zaps down my spine before I spill inside her, my knot swelling as she fights for her release. I bat her hand away and give her clit a solid pinch, watching as she crumbles beneath me and feeling her pussy pulse around my cock as she comes down.

Jordan's eyes flicker open after a few minutes, the haze of heat satiated, and she smiles gently. "Vick," she whispers. "Hi."

"Hey, sunshine." My breath is heaving as I roll onto my back and pull her on my chest. "How are you feeling?"

"Clearer. How long has it been?"

"Four days."

"Fuck. Work!" She attempts to pull off of me, and I yelp in pain. Her eyes find the place where our bodies meet, and she slumps back down on my chest. "Shit, sorry."

"Don't worry about work, Jordan. Everything is good. Heat leave is normal."

"Mmmmkay," she mumbles, resting her head on my chest. "Tired."

"I'm sure you are." My soft chuckle bounces her on my chest. "Rest, my love."

On the sixth day,Jordan's heat finally breaks for good.

I can't help but wonder if it would've been quicker with more Alphas. As much as I am loathe to admit it, I don't know if I'm enough for her. I'm worn out, feeling like my body is going to fall apart, and I clearly couldn't produce enough pheromones or give her my knot enough times to break her heat at the standard length of four days.

But we can talk about that later. Right now, I need to ensure our affairs are in order while Jordan sleeps this off. She's freshly showered, and I was able to change the linens of the nest while she cleaned up before she immediately passed out.

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