Page 81 of Knot Just for Show

“Spooked?” she echoes after she swallows, her eyes fluttering open.

“Horny as fuck, too, but yeah—a little freaked out. Unlike Ronan, neither Lysander nor I, have any experience with this kind of thing—with dudes that is,” I stammer, doing my best to explain myself as my pulse quickens.

“I see,” she purrs, eyeing me with an entirely different sort of appetite over the top of her reflective sunglasses. “But you’re plenty experienced with women—like me?” she challenges coyly, gracefully pushing off from the stairs and into the shallow water, gently circulating her limbs to tread the water easily.

“Women, yes, but I’ve never been with a woman like you,” I rumble, letting her see me take in the shimmering reflection of her chrome string bikini sparkling beneath the water’s surface, my eyes hungry for the sight of her.

Ursula leans back into a float—her huge breasts surfacing from the water as she lets out a mirthless laugh.

“Teddy, I’m sure that you’ve never given a fat girl like me a second glance before this whole thing. If we hadn’t connected like we did in the pods before you’d ever seen me—I highly doubt you’d have given me the time of day.”

The truth in her words makes me furious, not at her—but at myself. Of course, it only adds to my real shame; regardless of my feelings for her and the other guys now, I started this whole courtship under false pretenses.

False pretenses for my own personal gain.

Fuck, I really am a fuckboy piece of shit…aren't I?

Then I catch a whiff of her scent—the rose and saffron peaking high in the afternoon sun, and my alpha biology pushes to the forefront—carrying me through my crushing shame.

“Let’s say for a second that you’re right.” I splash down off the steps and stomp through the water toward her. “Because I’m a fucking piece of shit—and you’ are right on the money.”

Though the admission doesn’t have the full disclosure of all my transgressions against her, I can't help but feel a little relieved—a tiny weight lifted.

Ursula falls quiet—her face turning away from me as she continues to float on her back.

“But believe me when I say—” I plead, sinking to my knees, reaching for her and drawing her body—buoyant and cool from the water, toward me; Ursula sitting up in the water to face me as I guide her arms once more around my neck, her legs wrapping instinctively around my hips. “You have changed everything, Ursula Goldblum-Laskaris.” I whisper—my lips brushing hers.

My hands slip up over her neck, along her jaw—twining in her hair as I pull her face toward me.

“Do you know how badly I want to be inside you, like,all the time?” I growl against her mouth before I crush it with mine.

I feel her hips roll against me and my strengthening erection—a tiny moan passing from Ursula’s mouth to mine, before I break the kiss and rasp a whisper in her ear, “I think about eating your pussy three fucking meals a day—” my hands slip between us gently moving the flimsy triangles of her swimsuit top out of the way, freeing Ursula’s barely contained breasts.

“Since last night, all I can think about is tutoring Lysander on how to make a woman cum; both of us lavishing our full attention on you,” I sigh, gently toying with her hard nipples. “Having Ronan tutor me in how to make Lysander and the other guy’s cum, too.” My breath hitches at this admission, my knot beginning to swell at the base of my throbbing cock.

“I know a few tricks I could teach you,” Ursula breathes heavily, her hands roaming over the hard cut of my adonis-v—her fingers already tugging at the waistband of my swim trunks.

“I’m looking forward to the learning experience,” I growl, pinning her against the nearby pool wall as we kiss.

We paw at each other desperately in the water, my hands on her breasts and her unrelenting grip on my rock hard cock; tongues thrashing and teeth nipping at lips, ears —I move down, laying kisses on my way from her mouth to her breasts—the silky ballet pink of her nipples between my lips as she finally wraps one of those clever hands around my pounding knot.

To avoid knotting her right then and there, I abruptly begin to relocate us to the steps.

“Did I hurt you?” She pants,—worried my sudden movement is somehow the fault of her delicious touches.

“Not at all—It’s just awfully hard to do this where we were a moment ago.” I assure her before unexpectedly lifting her from the water and setting her down on the top step of the swimming pool.

Her eyes widen with understanding as I pull at the strings of her bikini bottom, the scraps of fabric sliding away from her skin easily in the shallow water.

I kneel on the bottom step, one ass cheek gripped in each hand as I float her off her underwater seat, surfacing her pussy out of the water and toward my eager mouth.

Ursula steadies herself, elbows propped on the upper stair to keep her from slipping—soft breathy moans cascade from her as I suck at the hard pearl of her clit, my fingers running along the slick petals of her pussy as she bucks her hips reflexively into my face.

“How many fingers you want, princess?” I take a break from my sucking and tonguing, my index finger parting her slick petals to slip inside—her cunt pumping out sweet-scented slick, perfectly slippery despite the pool water.

Omegas—there really isn’t anything else quite like them.

“How’s that?” I dip my head, my tongue darting out over Ursula’s clit—flicking like a snake.

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