Page 107 of Break Me Knot

I alternate between broad, flat strokes of my tongue and quick, targeted flicks, learning what makes her gasp and moan, what makes her thighs clench around my head. I slip one finger into her tight heat, groaning at the way her walls grip me, at the slick evidence of her arousal coating my skin.

I pump my finger slowly, curling it to stroke that special spot inside her, the one that makes her back arch off the blankets. She's so responsive, so sensitive, every touch drawing the most beautiful sounds from her throat. I add a second finger, stretching her, preparing her for my cock, for my knot.

I lap and suckle and stroke, my fingers and tongue working in tandem to wind her tighter and tighter. Her cries grow more desperate, more urgent, her hips rocking frantically against my face. She’s getting close. Her walls start to flutter around my fingers and her clit pulses against my tongue.

“Cole, please,” she sobs, her voice breaking on a particularly hard suck. “I'm so close, I need... I need...”

“I know, Sweetness,” I murmur against her, the words vibrating against her sensitive flesh. “I've got you. Let go for me. Come for me.”

I curl my fingers just right, pressing firmly against that textured spot inside her, at the same time I close my lips around her clit and suckle hard. It's the final push she needs, the sensation that sends her hurtling over the edge into bliss.

She comes with a sharp cry, my name falling from her lips. Her walls clench rhythmically around my fingers, her essence flooding my mouth, her entire body shaking with the force of her release. I groan my approval, lapping up every drop of her nectar, prolonging her pleasure for as long as possible.

It's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen, the most perfect thing I've ever tasted. And it's all for me. Because of me. The knowledge makes me preen with pride and possessiveness.

As she starts to come down, her body going lax against the blankets, I gently withdraw my fingers, pressing soft kisses to her trembling thighs. I make my way back up her body, my lips and tongue soothing the marks I left on her skin, shouldering Zane out of the way, until I'm hovering over her, my aching cock nestled against her wet heat.

“My perfect omega.” I stare down at her flushed face, her heavy-lidded eyes. “My everything. Are you ready for me, baby? Ready to be mine completely?”

“Yes, Alpha. Please.” Her hips roll up to meet mine, her body seeking connection. Her slick coats my aching length as I nestle against her entrance, the heat of her making me throb with anticipation.

I don’t need to be asked twice. Not anymore.

Slowly, inch by delicious inch, I push into her welcoming body. Her tight walls part for me, sucking me in, drawing me deeper into her silken heat. We both groan at the sensation, at the rightness of our joining. She’s heaven. Home.

“Cole,” she gasps, her nails digging into my shoulders, her legs coming up to wrap around my waist. She clings to me, her entire being focused on our connection, on the slide of my hard flesh into her soft warmth.

I pause when I'm fully seated, my hips flush against hers, savoring the way she surrounds me so completely. In this moment, we are the only two people in the world, our breaths mingling, our bodies joined.

I keep my gaze locked with hers as I start to move, withdrawing until only the head of my cock is inside her before surging forward again. The drag of my cock against her sensitive walls makes us both shudder, makes her inner muscles clench around me. I set a steady pace, deep and powerful, each thrust designed to bring her maximum pleasure. Her breasts bounce with each thrust as I bottom out against the back of her thighs.

She meets me stroke for stroke, her hips rising to take me deeper, her hands roaming my back, my arms, anywhere she can reach. I angle my hips, searching for that special spot inside her, and know I've found it when she cries out, her nails raking down my back. I focus on that angle, each thrust hitting her just right, the head of my cock kissing her cervix with every deep plunge.

“Yes, Alpha, right there.” Her words dissolve into moans and whimpers as I drive harder.

Faster.

More erratic. I grit my teeth so my control doesn’t slip. So I can give her every drop of pleasure I’m capable of.

My knot starts to swell, catching on her entrance. The added pressure makes her keen, makes her walls flutter around me. She’s getting closer. Her body tightens. Her moans take on a desperate edge.

I'm close too, my balls drawing up tight, my knot throbbing with the need to lock us together but I hold back, determined to make her shatter first. I reach between us, finding her swollen clit, rubbing tight circles over the sensitive nubin time with my thrusts. The dual stimulation makes her writhe beneath me, her cries growing louder, more urgent.

“Come for me, Omega. “ My voice is rough with strain. “Let me see you come apart on my cock.”

My words, my touch, my deep, driving thrusts, are the perfect combination to send her flying. She throws back her head, shattering in my arms, and gods, it’s the best sensation I’ve ever had. Her walls clamp down around me, rippling along my length, the sensation so exquisite it borders on pain.

I thrust through her release, prolonging her pleasure, until I can't hold back anymore. With a deep, groan, I bury myself to the hilt, my knot expanding to lock us together as I empty inside her welcoming body. Pulse after pulse of my seed paints her walls, the primal claiming triggering something deep in my soul.

Venom, sweet and potent, floods my mouth. The urge to bite, to mark, to make her mine is overwhelming, an instinctive desire that eclipses all rational thought. My alpha side surges to the forefront, driven by the basest urge to claim, to possess, to mark what's mine. I nuzzle into her neck, my tongue laving over the spot opposite Adrian's bite. She bares her throat, submitting to my dominance in the most beautiful way.

With a growl that resonates through my entire being, I sink my teeth into her soft flesh, breaking the skin, marking her as mine for all the world to see. My venom floods into her system. She cries out, her body tensing beneath mine and then her essence floods my consciousness, her emotions, her thoughts, her very being merging with mine. Her elation, her joy, her unending love for me, the alpha who deserves none of it, pours into me, filling every crevice of my heart, healing ancient wounds. The depth of her devotion is overwhelming.

Humbling.

I'm not worthy of it, not worthy of her, but I'm a selfish bastard and I'll take it all. I'll cherish it, nurture it, protect it with every fiber of my being for the rest of our lives. She is the most precious thing in my world, and I will spend every day proving I’m deserving of her love.

With every ounce of my own love, with every bit of adoration and devotion in my heart, I send my emotions back to her through our bond. I let her experience how much she means to me, how essential she is to my existence, how I would move heaven and earth just to see her smile.

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