Page 77 of Knot Happening

“Easton, I need you.” I say, as he slides over my clit, sending shocks of pleasure through my body. I’m burning up, my skin flushed and pink, as I reach between our bodies and grab the base of his cock. I’m not in heat, so the chance that I’ll get pregnant is incredibly low, especially because he’s not an Alpha, and I am on suppressants.

As his tip pushes past my opening, and he slides inside me slowly, I gasp.

It feels so good.Hefeels so good, and my body erupts in goosebumps. My legs are wrapped around his hips again, and I pull him into me with my heels until every inch is inside me. He grinds forward, the motion causing him to rub my clit, and I moan.

We both release a low whine when my pussy clenches around his length.

I roll my hips up into him as much as I can like this, and Easton draws back before thrusting forward. He finds a rhythm quickly, and I’m already close to coming.

“You feel so good,” he groans, dropping his head to the crook of my neck, as he sets a steady pace.

“Easton, I’m close. Don’t stop,” I beg. He nods his head, one hand gripping my waist, while the other holds him up. “Oh, fuck,” I moan loudly, back arching as my pussy clenches around his cock. He grunts, his thrusts becoming jerky and erratic.

Warmth fills my core as Easton comes inside me, his teeth digging into my flesh, just enough to have another orgasm flooding my body.

“I’m not pulling out.” Easton announces, when our breathing evens out. He stays wrapped around me, his still hard cock buried in my center.

“We can’t sleep like this.” I argue, but Easton shakes his head, still resting it against my skin.

“I strongly disagree. I think I should live like this. Right here. Buried inside you,” he grunts.

“I don’t think that’s possible. What about work? I can’t serve food at the diner with you inside me.”

“Says who?” he lifts his head, looking at me like I just suggested something insane.

“Polite society.” I shrug simply, and Easton rolls his eyes.

“No one important, then.”

I decide not to argue with him. I don’t particularly mind falling asleep with Easton’s cock still inside me. It's the waking up that’s got me worried. He does need to pull out at some point.

Chapter Thirty-One

Tatum

Waking up isn’t as hard as it has been the last six days. Probably because of the heat of the man still nestled between my legs. I can’t remember the last time I slept so well.

Last night with Easton had been… Well, I don’t know what it was. I had fallen asleep in his lap, invited him to my bed, and then in the middle of the night woke to find him clinging to me like a koala. He’s an Omega.

And now so many things make sense. Why I was instantly so comfortable with him when any other interaction with Alpha males had always been tinged with the expectation of pain or heartache. Why it was so easy for me to let my guard down around him.

Then we fucked. And fell asleep with him still inside me.

Blinking away the sleep from my eyes as the afternoon sunlight creeps across my floor, I can’t help but smile because he’s still wrapped around me. Clinging to me. I’m disappointed to discover that, at some point, he did pull out of me.

I lightly tug on the strands of his hair at the nape of his neck, and he groans. The way he rubs his jaw across my stomach, scent marking me before finally lifting his face, makes me want to purr for him.

He’s deliciously disheveled. Fucking hell.

“So, do you want to tell me why you lied? I mean, you lied about your name too, so I'm not that shocked.” I can guess why he lied, but I would rather he explained. Plus, I’m not sure if I’m ready to talk about what the sex last night meant. It was his first time, will he want it to mean something more serious?

“It can be dangerous for me, to have people know what I am. It’s better to hide it as often as possible.” Easton’s voice is rough from sleep, and I roll my eyes because of course his morning breath isn’t atrocious. The perfection of him is almost nauseating.

“Even around me?” I ask, and Easton shakes his head.

“Not anymore. Not now.” He smiles in a way that heats my blood, and I have to scramble out from under him before we get carried away. Again. Fighting the blankets of our haven, I scramble to the side of the bed by my small dresser.

“I like you, it’s just… I could use a friend, but sex is kind of serious, and I don’t know what it meant to you. I know what it meant to me… I know we kind of started flirty, but I just… I am seriously damaged, so maybe you don’t want to hitch your horse to my wagon of trauma…”

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