Page 96 of Knot All is Forgiven

"A piercing?" My voice is half wonder, half fear at the thick silver ring that is hooked through the head of his cock.

He chuckles against me, lifting me slightly so he can answer. "I promise, you're gonna love it." And then he roughly pulls me back down, continuing to feast on my flesh with the ferocity of a man starved. Heat coils inside me, pleasure building with his every move.

Through the bond, I feel vague amusement drift down from Icarus. I know I didn't need his approval, but now that it seems I have it, a piece of me that I was unintentionally holding back loosens.

I take Simon into my mouth, my tongue tracing along the flesh that is pierced by the ring, and he uses my pussy to stifle his moans. I suck him down my throat, bobbing my head in time with the strokes of his tongue, the two of us a circuit of carnal pleasure as we urge one another towards release.

Simon pulls one hand from my ass and slips two fingers inside my soaked cunt, and my jaw drops around his cock as I gasp in pleasure. A slight adjustment has my clit between his teeth as he curls his fingers inside me.

My orgasm comes on so swiftly it takes me by surprise, and my body quivers and shakes on top of the Alpha, my mouth warming his cock loosely.

He gently lifts me, laying me on my back, before resting a hand on either side of my head and leaning over me with lust lighting up his eyes. "Have I earned your forgiveness, Jordan?"

"Of course, Simon, I-"

"No," he interrupts. "I don't think I have. Perhaps…" He clicks his tongue as if he's thinking hard. "I think I know what else I need to do to earn it." He drops his lips to my ear, his breathwarm and my body tensing with anticipation. "I think letting you be the first and only person to take my knot should be enough, right?" He nips the tender flesh of my lobe as my mind struggles to catch up.

"You haven't knotted anyone?" I ask breathily. "Have you not slept with anyone?"

"I have," he admits sheepishly. "But not that many. And…," he pauses as he runs his fingers through his shaggy hair, "I wanted to save something for you, my Omega."

Leaning up, I press my lips to his before wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him on top of me. His cock rests between my thighs, and the heat from it has a whine escaping my throat unbidden.

"Please, Simon," I whimper, but he silences me with a kiss.

"You will not beg, Jordan. I will always give you what you ask for."

His hips move, and then his cock pushes against my entrance, that ring cooler than the flesh around it as it slips inside me. I stretch around him for a few moments before he starts to slowly piston his hips.

"Oh, fuck!" I say, my eyes wide.

He chuckles, dragging his cock in and out of me at a brutally slow pace. "You like the ring, then?"

Did I like the ring? The jewelry that is stroking the most sensitive part inside me with every movement?

"If I liked it anymore, I'd think you were proposing with it." My voice is breathy, catching every other word as he thrusts into me.

I can't look away from his face, the rapture in every line of it making my soul sing. This feels right. There is no denying that we were always supposed to find ourselves in each other's arms.

Eventually, as Simon's pace quickens, his eyes get wild, and low growls rip from his throat, I know he's fallen into a rut. Iluxuriate in the sensations, feeling the pleasure build at the base of my neck and drip through my body, a slow build of sensations that threaten to overflow at any moment.

My Alpha leans down and captures my nipple in his mouth, biting with just enough pressure to have me calling out. One hand drifts between our bodies and seeks out my clit, gently rubbing circles into it as his hips continue to thrust their brutal pace.

That added sensation has my vision whiting out and his name tumbling from my lips as an orgasm escapes me and my body thrashes under his.

"Shh, shh," he whispers against my lips. "There's my girl. Let it all out. Don't hold back for me now." His words work in tandem with his cock and hand to prolong my ecstasy, and I feel myself clench around him repeatedly, eventually taking him over the edge with me.

The heat of his release fills me, and I feel his knot begin to expand, stretching me to limits I didn't know I could reach. He pulls me with him as he collapses to the base of the nest, laying on his side and bracketing his body around mine.

When I look up at his face, I'm shocked to see a few tears leak from the corners of his eyes.

"Simon, what's wrong?" I ask as I wipe them away.

"When I first got glasses, I was blown away by the detail of everything. Trees weren't blobs of green—there were leaves. The colors in rainbows were layered. I could see the stitching in the blanket Momma Lucy made me." His hand drags down my hair and then settles on my neck, gently kneading the flesh. "When I lost you, it was like my glasses had been ripped away. Everything was muted. Nothing was as it was before. For thirteen years, I wandered around, unable to see and experience the world."

Emotion chokes his voice, and I feel the heat of tears sliding down my face.

"I feel like I can see again, Jordan."

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