Page 56 of Knot All That Glitters: Part 2

I know that’s what he’s doing, because he tells me. A constant string of praise of how much he loves seeing me like this, loves bringing me this pleasure. How much he can’t get enough of me.

I come just like that, with only a single finger inside me and his deep voice washing over me, his cheek pressed to my thigh, his eyes focused on me.

It’s slow and tortuous, and I love it. My body loves it. Just as I’m cresting falling over, Creed bends and sucks my clit into his mouth, flicking it with the tip of his tongue. One orgasm rolls into another, more intense one that has me crying out his name to the ceiling.

I feel him smile against me, even as he continues to eat me, this time hard, more aggressive. A second finger joins thefirst, stretching me deliciously, making my eyes roll with the full feeling.

But my omega yells it isn’t enough. I need the fullness of a cock and a knot. Need his hips slamming into me, need that spill of cum deep inside me.

I open my mouth to tell him, to beg him for it, to beg my alpha to give me what I need. He will. I know he will, without a doubt, and he’d probably even do a good job of pretending like it meant nothing, just like he said we could.

But in my heart of hearts, I knowIwon’t be able to do that. If I take him inside me, let him knot me, let him fill me with his hot seed, some part of me will view it as forgiveness. And I am far from being ready to forgive them.

How can I when I haven’t had space to properly work through everything?

So I snap my mouth closed and my hand back into his short hair, and grind my hips up, letting him give this to me. It’s all I can allow at the moment.

“That’s right, omega,” he murmurs, mouth muffled by my flesh. “Fuck my face, cover your alpha in your slick.”

I moan at his words, liking him calling himself my alpha just a little too much, and come again.

After that, I lose track of how many times Creed makes me come. But I’m a sobbing, sweaty mess by the time I push his head away from my oversensitive clit and mewl that it’s too much.

I said that before the last time he made me come too, and he’d just grunted, “you can take it, omega. You can. Give me one more. One fucking more. Gonna make you feel so fucking good. I promise.”

But this time he listens, pulls back and sits back on his heels, letting me see the hard ridge of his erection and the unmistakable wet spot soaking his gray sweatpants. That’s morethan just pre-cum. Creed came in his pants from just going down on me. Maybe more than once, based on the size of the puddle.

I can’t look away from that damp fabric. My mouth waters with the urge to pull out his cock and lick it, clean him up as best as I can and swallow him down.

The alpha kneeling over me follows my line of sight and arches a brow at me. “Are you surprised?”

I swallow thickly and pull my eyes away from his tented sweatpants. “Maybe a little.”

“You really shouldn’t be, baby girl. That’s what you do to me. Tasting you, fucking you with my fingers and my tongue, gets me so fucking hard, so turned on.”

“But that’s not…” I trail off, cheeks flushed. “You came from just going down on me?”

The grin he gives me is wolfish. “Fuck yeah. I could probably come from less than that where you’re involved, Haven. Just having your husky voice whisper dirty things in my ear would probably be enough.”

He watches me as those words sink in, his grin going from wolfish to cautious. “Does that bother you? Knowing how much you turn me on?”

I shake my head. “No, that’s… the physical stuff has never been the problem, Creed. It’s always been easy between us. That’s why…” I don’t finish the thought. But he has to know where I’m going with it. That’s why it felt like such a betrayal when I found out what they were doing. I trusted them with my body, with what was for all intents and purposes my sexual awakening, and it was all a game to them.

Creed brows draw together. “This isn’t just physical, Haven.” He reaches down and squeezes his cock through the wet fabric. “I have never come in my pants like that. Never. Not even when I was a fucking teenager and touching girls for the firsttime. It’s because of you, Haven. Because of how I feel about you.”

I shake my head. “Don’t.”

I’m not ready to hear it. Not ready to have that conversation. Certainly not while I’m only in a sweater, covered in cooling sweat and drying slick. I’m not sure if I’ll ever be ready to have that conversation.

So I don’t look at him as I say, “Don’t make this into something it isn’t, Creed. It doesn’t mean anything. Just a release.”

I stare so hard and so long at the TV that my vision gets blurry. But I don’t dare look at him to see the hurt in his expression. I know myself well enough to know, if I look at him, I’ll cave. Tell him I didn’t mean it. That my heart still aches to be his, to be theirs.

That I’ll be happy coming in second to a ghost for the rest of my life, so long as it means I get to keep them.

“It doesn’t mean anything,” I repeat. But I don’t know who I’m trying to convince, him or myself.

Chapter 18

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