Page 88 of Knot All That Glitters: Part 2

I’m about to agree. My eyes latched onto the mouthwatering spot of flesh where his neck meets his shoulder, but Tic’s voice cuts through my haze. “Maybe you should sit down? I’ve heard that a mating bite can be…disorienting. Wouldn’t want you to drop our girl.”

Disorienting. If reports of mating bites are to be believed, the act is nearly orgasmic. Of course, many of those reports are from omegas claimed during heats, when almost anything is orgasmic.

Without a word, Hale strides over to the couch and drops onto the cushion, hands gripping my ass to hold me tight against him. My arms slide around his shoulders, my chest pressing to his. He slides a palm slowly up my spine, between my shoulders until he’s cupping the back of my neck, strong fingers massaging my tense muscles gently, but firmly. “Whenever you’re ready, omega.”

I take a deep breath and lace my fingers into the hair at the back of his head before fisting it, using my grip to tilt his head to the side, revealing the strong column of his neck. My mouth waters, my teeth ache, and I can’t help but feel like a freaking vampire as I lower my mouth to his skin. His petitgrain and sandalwood scent is stronger, more potent. Between us, his cock is hard, pressing delightfully into my heat. He moans when I rock my hips, unable to help myself.

My omega is giddy, dancing, shouting ‘hip hooray’ because I’m so damn close to claiming my alpha. Mine. She’s been wanting me to do this for fucking months. Angry and confused as to why this hasn’t happened yet.

I suck in a sharp breath when the hand still on my hip urges me to move again while Hale thrusts up, grinding against my clit deliciously. “Fuck, alpha,” I groan. “Should we-”

“No,” he cuts me off so quickly that it feels like a rejection and my chest hollows out. He curses and uses his grip on my neck to lift my head until I can meet his eyes. “I want to, mouse. Fuck, you better believe I want to be inside you when you bite me, but I want you to know how I feel before we take that step again, okay? I need you to understand what you mean to me. I need you to know that this thing between us is more than just physical, more than just instincts. So this time, we won’t be having sex when we form the bond.” He leans forward and brushes his lips over mine softly. “But when I bite you, when we form our lasting bond? Fuck yeah, I’m going to be knotted so deep inside you, filling you with my cum. Fucking breeding you.”

I blink at him, feeling hot and dazed and so fucking turned on, from his words, but also something settles in my chest, a warm welcome weight. He said when we form our lasting bond. Not if.When. Like he knows when I bite him, when I feel him, everything will click into place. Like I’ll be sure in a way that they always said they wanted me to be, even before I knew the truth.

Some part of me suspects now that they never would have actually let me bite them, not without me knowing who they were and what their motivation was. I think every time Creed said he wanted me to be sure, every time Jude mentioned he wanted to bond me, they actually fucking meant it. It just took a long time for us to get to this point. For them to believe their words the way I did.

I nod slowly, the tip of my nose brushing against Hale’s. “Okay, alpha. This time, we’ll do it your way.”

He grins. “Next time too.”

I sniff and lean back. “We’ll see.”

I glance around at the three other alphas, all hovering nearby, all watching intently. “You all gonna knot me and breed me before you bite me?”

“Oh, fuck yeah,” Creed growls.

Jude runs a hand down his face. “I’m so fucking jealous right now, I could scream.”

“We’ll give you whatever you want, omega,” Tic says evenly, but his amber eyes are burning, burning, burning. “Everything you need.”

I shiver at the promise and resist the urge to throw off all my clothes and tell them to just bite me now. My omega wants that. But I’m still not sure I do. Even though they feel like mine, now more than ever.

Hale’s thumb under my chin draws my attention back to him. “Come on, little mouse,” he murmurs, brushing my bottom lip. “Make me yours.”

My vision goes a little hazy and saliva fills my mouth. Without another word, I fist the hair at the back of his head, drawing a moan from deep in his chest. His icy blue eyes never leave me as I bend my head toward his exposed neck. His larger palm cradles my head, gentle where I’m rough, urging me closer. “Bite me, omega,” he growls, and I do.

My teeth sink into skin and muscle and sinew. Blood floods my mouth, bringing with it the woody ozone flavor of Hale. He sucks in a sharp breath at the first bite of pain, but it turns into a moan as he thrusts up, grinding his cock into my slick soaked pussy. My eyes flutter closed as my teeth sink deeper. I’m not sure if I should do that, but Hale doesn’t seem to mind, pressingme closer to him, dry humping against me as he pants and moans.

“Gonna come,” he mutters, like he can’t believe it. “Fuck, omega. Gonna come in my jeans like a fucking teenager.” My teeth unlatch from his throat as I giggle. He laughs too, even as he keeps thrusting, grinding, one hand on my hip helping me to move over him. “Oh, fuck yes, just like that.”

I whimper, even as my tongue traces over my bite mark, even as my own release coils tighter and tighter. “Alpha,” I moan. “Please.”

“Come for me, omega,” Hale grunts. “Come right fucking now. Soak my pants with your slick.”

The orgasm hits, and at the same time, something in my chest explodes. A tendril, a cord, a string that stretches from Hale to me and back. The pleasure is twofold, the release twofold, the awe doubled, because I’m not just feeling myself, I’m feeling Hale. Feeling what he’s feeling.

I lean back to watch him, to examine every inch of him as he loses himself, as his cock pulses and spills between us. So fucking pretty.

It only gets better when he opens his eyes and latches onto me immediately. A pleased little smirk curls his lips as he reaches up to thumb the corner of my mouth. “There you are, little mouse.There you fucking are.”

I know what he means. He can feel me in his chest the same way I can feel him. And god, there’s no escaping the truth. Hale Calloway, prime alpha, loves me. He hasn’t said the words, but I can feel it. Feel it pulse with every beat of his heart, like that organ in his chest exists only for me.

Tears fill my eyes, and he frowns, sliding his hand up to brush them away. “Don’t cry, Haven. Please. It kills me when you cry.”

“You love me,” I choke out. Maybe I shouldn’t say the words for him. But I can’t stop them from spilling. “You love me.”

He gives me that same smug smile. “I do. I have for a long time now, mouse. We all love you. Desperately.”

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