Page 190 of Tangled in Knots

“Since my dad was insisting that this was the best way to celebrate my designation as an alpha, he pulled me into a brothel and told me I had to fuck her,” he says. “I was out of my mind from the drug. Watching you on the auction stage reminded me of that and I had to be knocked out, despite taking something that was supposed to help me keep it together. All I could see was myself.”

I don’t have any words that feel big enough for what he’s telling me right now. I’ve heard pieces of this story, but it feels as if he’s giving me another shard of his heart and soul.

“I tried to have sex once, several years ago, but I freaked out and left. I couldn’t do it. When you went into heat, it was so hard for me to process that you needed me,” he explains.

“Jed apologized for the ways he had to keep me safe, and suffice to say that Dad has fucked all of us over without care. I don’t like to be out of control, but once I gave myself to you, it felt different. It was a natural submission. My only suggestion is to try to do something different from the way sex has been for you in the past. It’s been rough and mindless before.”

“Are you suggesting I need sweet sex?” I ask him, my lips twitching at the thought.

Damon’s hands encircle my waist, lifting me until I’m straddling him. “You deserve it all, baby. Whether it’s sweet, with the edge of a knife, or rough. There’s no correct way to fulfill your fantasies and needs,” he says.

My tears dry at the words, but my pussy slicks. It is such a fast transition, I gasp as I perfume, sitting on Damon’s hardening cock.

“Hey,” he says, his voice thickening with lust. “God, you smell so good, Adira.”

His scent of cedar makes me whimper as I rock slightly over him, simply enjoying how good he feels.

“You feel good,” I moan. “Why am I always turned on in the most inappropriate of places?”

“There’s no one on this floor, baby girl. If you want to ride my cock, it’s yours. No one’s stopping you,” he purrs. “Fuck, I never thought I’d say that to anyone.”

We’re two peas in a fucked up pod. We’ve been flirting with kisses and make out sessions for several weeks. Leaning down, I kiss his lips sweetly. It’s innocent, slow, and feels good. Damonrolls my hips over his dick, letting me grind on him as his other hand hugs me as he kisses me. It’s an all encompassing experience as his soft groans vibrate through me.

“You have to tell me what you want,” he groans. “It’s all you, baby. I’m here for whatever you need. Let me give you everything.”

“Please,” I whisper, pulling my sweater over my head. My skirt gives him easy access, I don’t even have to get naked all the way. “I want your lips on my breasts.”

Damon pulls down the cups of my new pretty bra, sucking on my breasts, the slight bite of his teeth as they scrape over my nipple making me moan. His fingers feel good as they move over my skin as well. There are tiny scars that just add to the stimulation, so different from the alphas at the auction.

The little details help keep me here and present with him, making me want more.

“I can feel you soaking my pants,” he rasps, sounding proud of himself. “I want to taste you, but you’re in the driver seat, baby. You’ll look so pretty bouncing on my dick, too.”

My pussy clamps down on nothing, making me whimper. As much as I would love to drown him in my slick, I think I need him inside of me now.

“I really want your cock please,” I mewl. “I don’t think I can go really slow. Is there supposed to be a progression of how things happen? I feel like I’m rushing things.”

Damon pulls me down to kiss him again, shifting to pull his cock out of his jeans. Our jackets, gloves, and things are piled neatly in a corner, the first thing to be removed when we came up here to work on schoolwork.

“I don’t think there’s a set way that you have to do things,” he says, his hands running underneath my skirt, massaging my legs. It reminds me that my tights are also wet. It’s rough being an omega. “Follow the thread of what feels good, baby. You’re sowet, you won’t need much foreplay unless you think you’ll have the patience to let me eat your pretty pussy.”

Damon’s words make me whine, and his eyes darken even more with desire. His pupils are blown, but he’s so gentle as he squeezes and rubs up my body.

“Maybe later,” he growls, his fingers sliding under my waistband. “I’m going to take your tights and panties off. I won’t even tear them like my Neanderthal brother.”

Trying to keep my giggle in, I rise up on my knees to give him room to pull them down. Taking that as consent as I nod, he yanks them to my ankles. Squealing as the motion pitches me forward, I find myself grinning once he hugs me.

“I got a little excited,” he says, also smiling. “You’re so damn beautiful, Adira. I love all of your noises. It’s one of the many reasons why I love you.”

Moving my skirt out of the way, I let my mind clear as I slowly sink down on his cock. My eyes roll as I gasp, my body accommodating his large girth.

“Fuck,” he gasps, dropping his head on my chest as he holds me.

Life isn’t easy, trauma fucks us all over at some point. How can I continue to punish Damon for this? All four of the men of Pack Dresmond had their reasons for selling me, and at the end of the day it wasn’t personal.

It wasn’t about me at all. It wasn’t even about my father, outside of Rock’s consuming need to take everything he had. Some of the reasons are murky, because of his association with my aunt, but that doesn’t matter right now.

Shifting my hips helps me take Damon deeper inside of me, and I love the gasp I’m able to pull from him.

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