Page 26 of Cursed Love

"Fuck," I gasp out, barely able to form coherent words anymore. "Moses," I whimper, my voice hoarse with lust.

His pace doesn't relent, if anything it increases in intensity. "Koa," he growls out my name like a prayer and a curse combined. He raises me up almost all the way off his cock before slamming back in with even more force than before, his cock hitting that sweet spot deep inside me that sends stars exploding behind my eyes.

"You ready?" he growls out between clenched teeth, his entire body tensed like a coiled spring about to snap. "I’m going to knot you, sweetheart," he gasps again, the urgency in his voice sending shivers down my spine. I let out a little moan, hoping that’s enough. I couldn’t find my words if I wanted to at this point.

It's all the confirmation he needs. Moses' hips drive upwards one last time, his knot swelling within me, locking us together. A pang of pleasure-pain shoots through me as he seals himself inside me, my orgasm tearing through me, his cum spilling hot and thick inside of me.

Ours.

The reality of the situation starts to set in as our breathing ebbs and flows, our bodies still pressed against each other. My thoughts are a jumbled mess of emotions - fear, lust, and an overwhelming sense of vulnerability I've never felt before. Last night, I wasn’t as conscious. I didn’t know what was happening but today, I’m fully present and Moses has just knotted me on the couch.

I curl into Moses’ chest, my body sagging against him in pure, unfiltered relief. His knot is still lodged inside of me, the sensation both foreign and comforting. The cramps that had been tearing through me are gone, leaving only the heat of my embarrassment burning across my cheeks. I bury my face in his chest, my breath shaky as I try to process everything.

Moses’ arms tighten around me, his hands smoothing up and down my back in slow, soothing strokes. His chest vibrates with a deep, steady purr, the sound rumbling through me like a damn motor. It’s impossible to resist, impossible not to relax into him as the rhythmic vibration lulls me closer and closer to sleep.

“How are you feeling, sweetheart?”

I let out a slow breath, my words muffled against his chest. “The neediness is gone,” I admit, my voice quiet and thick with exhaustion. “But now I just want to sleep.”

He chuckles, the sound vibrating through his chest before it morphs back into his purr. “Sleep, then. I’ll be right here when you wake up.”

The purr in his chest deepens, a soothing melody that seems to wrap around me like a cocoon, and I can’t fight it anymore.My body melts against his, my eyelids growing heavier with each passing second. I barely register the moment he pulls a blanket over us, the soft fabric brushing against my skin as he tucks it around me. His hand continues its slow, comforting path up and down my back, his warmth enveloping me completely.

Moses

The moment of clarity hits me like a freight train. Fucking Koa, feeling her take me so completely, has unraveled something inside of me, some primal instinct that I didn’t even know existed. I get it now. I fucking get it. What Hunter’s been talking about, what Amel’s been hinting at—this need to make everything perfect for her, to take away her tears, her nightmares, her pain. To be her everything. It’s overwhelming and grounding all at once and I know there’s no going back.

I stay still, my arms wrapped around her as my knot holds us together, her body soft and warm against mine. She’s alreadypassed out, her breath slow and even, her head tucked under my chin. I run a hand gently down her back, my fingers tracing lazy circles against her skin. She’s so fucking beautiful like this, so peaceful, and it makes me want to destroy anything—or anyone—that tries to take this away from her.

When my knot finally goes down, I move carefully, not wanting to disturb her, but she lets out a soft whine in protest as I scoop her up into my arms. “Shh, sweetheart,” I murmur, pressing a kiss to her temple. “Just taking you to get cleaned up.”

She mumbles something incoherent, her arms wrapping loosely around my neck as I carry her into the bathroom. The shower’s already running, the sound of the water filling the room as I step inside with her, letting the warmth cascade over us.

Koa lets out a small moan, her head lolling back against my shoulder as I settle her under the spray. “I’m tired,” she murmurs, her voice soft and full of that post-heat haze.

“I know,” I say as I press a kiss to her damp shoulder. “Just let me take care of you, yeah?”

She hums in response, her body pliant in my arms as I reach for the soap. I take my time, running my hands over her skin with slow, deliberate strokes, washing away the remnants of our time together. My lips follow the path of my hands, brushing against her shoulders, her neck, her cheeks. She tilts her head to look up at me, her dark eyes hazy and a little glassy, a sloppy, blissed-out smile tugging at her lips.

It’s everything.

That smile—that soft, unguarded moment—hits me harder than I expected, and for a second, I almost lose control. My beast is already clawing at the edges, begging to take her again, to press her against the tile and make her mine all over again. But I force it down, clenching my jaw as I remind myself that we don’t have time for that.

The steam from the shower clings to the air, the bathroom warm as I shut off the water and then grab a towel to wrap Koa in, carefully drying her off. Her skin is soft, flushed red from the heat, and every little sound she makes, every sleepy sigh or faint hum, sends a spark of possessive pride through me.

“Koa,” I start, wondering how she’s going to take this next bit of information. “We’ve got to step out for a few hours.”

She stiffens immediately, her head snapping up to glare at me. Her eyes are fiery, sharp and challenging, even as her hair is damp and her body is swaddled in a towel. “I’m not staying here alone,” she snaps, her tone leaving no room for argument.

I snort, realizing that our Omega is only submissive when she lets herself be. It’s glorious. “Sweetheart, you’re too close to your heat. It’s not safe for you to—”

“Don’t care,” she cuts me off, her glare intensifying. “I’m not staying here.”

That look on her face, the sheer determination radiating off her in waves, makes it impossible to say no. I press my lips together, biting back a smile as I nod. “Fine,” I say, holding up my hands in mock surrender. “Find something to wear. I’ll take care of lunch.”

She gives me one last look, a mix of suspicion and triumph, before turning on her heel and heading out of the bathroom. I watch her go, shaking my head with a grin as I pull on my own clothes.

When I step out into the living room, Hunter’s already there, pacing like a caged animal. The second he sees me, his eyes narrow. “You’re letting her come with us?” he snaps. “That’s stupid, Moses. She’s too close to her heat—what if something happens?”

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