Page 27 of The Knot Before Christmas

He grins, letting out a breathy laugh. “Anything for you, baby girl.” And then he pulls me down.

My breathing becomes erratic, my body fucking vibrating with need and anticipation. I’m so worked up, making a big mess of his cock, knot, and balls. I need to come. I feel like I’ll fucking die if I don’t.

“Bear down, open up for me, Nova. Take my knot, you got this,” he says through gritted teeth. I close my eyes, face scrunching in concentration as I allow my body to open up for him, doing as he says.

“That's it, fuck, yes. You're doing so good. Just a little more. Your pussy looks so fucking sexy swallowing my knot.”

The sensation is odd, but not in a bad way. I’ve used toys with knots on them, but none of them compare to the real thing.

My pussy stretches to accommodate his knot. And as soon as it pops into place and locks inside me, I gasp as something I’ve never experienced before takes over me.

It’s like a tidal wave of euphoria consumes me, the most powerful orgasm I’ve ever had pulsing through my veins, every cell inside my body bursting with pleasure.

The sounds that leave me are other worldly as I collapse in on myself, the sensation too much for me to handle.

Ian growls, his cock jerking inside me, warming me up from the inside out with his cum. So much cum. The feeling of it inside me just adds to the climax.

“Fuck. Fucking hell, Nova, God damnit!” he roars as he wraps his arms around me, holding me to his body.

At this moment, I don’t want to move. I want to stay like this forever. In the warmth of my Alpha’s arms, surrounded by his scent, full of his hot cum. His knot. Fucking hell that knot. I want it. Need it. Crave it. More and more. I never want it to leave my body.

We stay like this for a little while, Ian holding me, his hand rubbing up and down my back.

“You're so perfect,” he whispers. “Everything I’ve ever wanted.”

His words have me bolting up right. I glare down at him. “This means nothing,” I tell him as if his knot isn’t buried deep inside my pussy.

He grins. “Of course not.”

“I mean it, Ian. This was just sex. Nothing more.”

“If that's what you want.” He nods, the damn smile still on his face.

“After the snow stops and we can get out of here, we’re going our own ways,” I tell him as if they’re not my fucking scent matches and it can be that easy.

“Whatever you want, baby girl.” He chuckles.

“Don’t call me that,” I growl, slapping his chest.Why does he have to look so sexy?His body is covered in sweat, glowing like a fucking God. His black wavy hair is stuck to his forehead and my hand twitches to reach out and brush it away.

He cocks his head to the side, his hands sliding up and down my thighs. It feels good, relaxing.

“What would you like me to call you, then?”

“Nova, my name.”

“Ian, are you still in here?” Will’s voice has my eyes widening. My head snaps to the bedroom door just as it opens, and Will steps inside.

“Don’t you know how to knock?” I shout, grabbing a pillow and tossing it his way. It goes nowhere, does nothing, as he just stands there gaping at us.

“What's wrong, brother?” Ian asks, sounding smug as fuck. “I’m a little busy here.”

I groan, closing my eyes as I lower my head. I don’t care that he’s seeing me naked, he already saw me naked yesterday. It’s the fact that I’m locked to his brother.

Ian’s smugness pisses me off, so I decide to piss him off. Smiling, I look back over at Will. “Wanna join?” I purr, biting my lower lip.

“Fuck, no. You’re mine,” Ian growls.

“Nick is going to fucking kill you,” Will sighs, scrubbing his hand down his face.

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