Page 47 of The Knot Before Christmas

“Right back at you,” I whisper, swallowing hard.

“I’m not sure I’m going to be able to let you go.” He cocks his head to the side.

“What if I told you that you didn’t have a choice?”

He leans back a bit, a small grin quirking on his slick glistening lips. Fuck, that fills me with possessive pride. He brings his fingers to my mouth, brushing them against my lips. He smears something across them. My tongue pokes out, tasting my slick.

“Then I’d tell you I don’t think that’s an answer I could just accept,” he murmurs. Making work of his pants with one hand, he frees his cock, gripping it at the base. He strokes himself, a low groan escapes his lips, making my pussy clench.

“Because let’s face it, Little Rabbit, you want me and my knot. You can’t deny it, not when this greedy little pussy is dripping slick for me.”

He’s not wrong. And my damn traitorous pussy proves him right when it clenches, making me whimper as I take in his cock. It’s big, a good eight and a half, maybe nine inches. And fuck me that knot at the base has the damn traitor weeping to be stuffed.

“That’s what I thought.” He chuckles, smug fucker.

I widen my legs for him as he steps forward.

Anticipation swarms me as he leans over me again, positioning the head of his cock against my aching pussy, wanting entrance.

“Now,” he murmurs, running the tip of his nose up my jaw. I gasp, eyes fluttering closed as I scream inside my head for him to fuck me already. “Be a good girl and suck.”

I’m confused for a moment. Suck what?

He moves back just enough to lean all his weight on one arm, while taking the fingers covered in my slick and pushing them past my lips, forcing them inside my mouth.

Eyes widening, I gag around them as he thrusts forward, forcing his thick cock deep inside me in one go.

He lets out this deep, heady groan as he buries himself to his knot.

My pussy screams in pleasure as I cry out, muffed by his fingers.

“That’s it, Little Rabbit. Choke on your slick as your pussy strangles my cock.”

Will starts to fuck into me in punishing thrusts. I’m moaning and whining as he fucks my mouth with his digits.

I’m in fucking nirvana right now, Omega heaven. He feels good, too fucking good. So perfect, right, mine. He feels like mine.

Another thought that spikes fear within me. But it’s quickly washed away when the tip of his cock hits that sweet spot and I surrender. At least for the time being.

“That’s it. Fuck, look at you, Nova. You look so fucking perfect around my cock. Like you were fucking made for it,” he groans. The sound of my slick as he thrusts in and out of me fills the air.

“Dripping for me. Like a fucking river, Little Rabbit. Taking my cock so damn well. Good girl, good, fucking girl,” he growls.

I gag around his fingers as he continues to fuck my mouth with them, eyes watering, spit dripping down my chin. But the way he looks at me, like I could be his whole world if he would just let himself, has me so all out of sorts.

Turned on being one of them. I’m so fucking turned on right now.

I’ve never wanted to be someone's good girl. But there's something about him calling me one that has me preening, wanting to please him.

Because there’s no expectations from him, just him stating facts.

With Ian, I’m clearly the one in control. With Nick, there’s no fucking way I’d just surrender to him. But with Will?

As I stare into his emerald-green eyes, as he fucks me, his face contorted in pleasure as his eyes bore into mine, all I want to do is surrender to him.

These Alphas are changing me, making me second guess everything I’ve spent years believing, living by. They’re strangers I only met days ago. Alpha and Omega biology isn’t something to be fucked with. Add in scent matches, it’s damn near impossible to resist.

But I’m not about to just throw everything out the damn window for a thick cock and a big knot.

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