Page 84 of Knot Just A Fan

He buries his face in my neck, sniffling and gasping for breath. I lie there, stroking the back of his head, feeling myself stretched to a new limit, which allows me to ignore the worsening pain in my ribs.

Then, slowly, he wipes his nose with the back of his hand, bends down to kiss my entrance he’s just slid from. I feel so open inside, like never before. So it’s the best time to try.

I flip over on the sofa and lean back toward him. Without a word, he takes me invitation and presses the head of his cock against my ass.

“Have you done this before?” he asks. I shake my head. No. I haven’t. And I have no lube.

“Okay.” He lets out a breath. “Are you sure?”

I nod again.

“I will be gentle, angel.”

Ronan grips my breasts and squeezes them, rough thumbs on my nipples, and this opens me up further. “There’s so much slick, I don’t think you’ll have trouble,” Ronan says, and I can hear the crooked smile in his voice. His smile—it’s like a rare exotic bird, something you try to catch with your lens before it disappears.

I stare down at the cushion, then glance beneath me and between my legs to see his hand rubbing his cock all around my slit. Not that it needs to be any more soaked, but then he slowly presses into my ass, up to the knot. I hold my breath then gasp for more air. It’s painful but only at first, and then it feels like everything I’ve ever needed in one swift movement as he rocks inside me up to the hilt.

“This part may feel really tight. But it’ll be over quickly. And then I’ll be inside. All the way.”

Jesus, I thought he alreadywas.

I acknowledge this, grabbing his hand still on my breast and holding it there.

And it does hurt, it does ache, and I cry out—but this emptiness is filled. He lets out a groan that sounds more animal than human, and his seed spills inside again, his knot inflated and feeling like it’s stuck for eternity.

But quickly he pulls out and flips me over, finishing by pressing his lips to my pussy and licking around my clit.

This the best sex of my life.

“Ronan, I needed you. I needed this. You are perfect. You are my Alpha. I want to be yours. Your Omega. All of you.”

As I cum again, the edges of my world go dark, spiraling inward until I let go.

CHAPTER 33

Ronan

“Briella—Briella, wake up!”I say for at least the fourth time. I’m holding her upright by the shoulders but her head lolls back like a rag doll. I lean her against the sofa and pull the oversized tour shirt onto her head. She’s breathing, but it’s so light I have to hold my head against her chest to hear it. Her pulse is light and jittery like a moth.

I lay her back on the sofa and cover her lower half with a throw pillow.

“Briella, please, what’s going on?” She’s drenched in sweat but I can’t be sure that’s not just from our workout, which was the most jaw-dropping revelation of my adult life. I wanted her—I’ve always wanted her, and I didn’t let myself even think about it until I had her.

And now I’ve—what have I done? Fucked her out cold?

It must be a heat-sickness of some kind. I’ve heard of it. But, God. What do I do?

Panic swirls around me like a fog, stopping my brain from any of the rational actions I canfeelthat I should be taking.

Ambulance. I could call?—

“Cami,” Briella mumbles, eyes still shut. Her hand goes to her chest and she cries out. From pain?

“Cami—what about her? Call her?” Shit, I don’t have her number! Should I run and get Grayson or Ash?

My eyes race about the room and snag on her jeans in a heap. From the back pocket hangs her mobile phone. I wrench this out and nearly drop it in my haste. It’s locked so I hold it up to her face, and miraculously, this works. I open her phone contacts and there’s “Cami D” starred at the top. I hit the call button and put it on speaker.

She picks up in half a ring.

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