Page 6 of Shaken Knot Stirred

“I love your hair,” he whispered into my ear, brushing its short length off my neck to expose it. “I love that I never know what you’re going to look like when I walk in. Today’s blue is perfect.”

“I’m a sure thing, you know that, right? Flattery will not get you further,” I deflected.

“And your skin,” he ignored me and pressed his lips to the crook of my neck, “soft like clouds.”

I tilted my head to give him more space to work. His hands danced up my arms and slipped under my shirt, delicately pulling the cups of my bra down. I squirmed as he grazed my nipples and I reached back to hike up my skirt. He paused, grabbed for my hands again and flattened them to the surface of the pool table, all the while nibbling at my neck. I made a frustrated sound of surrender and he answered with a chuckle that I felt more than heard.

He rewarded me for my good behavior by sliding my panties down my hips. I stifled a moment of panic. Blockers and suppressants worked on pheromones, they did not work on slick. The wipes did a pretty good job, and I just had to hope Alistair thought he was skilled enough to make a beta as wet as an omega. I turned my head slightly. Big mistake. He was biting his lip and wore a look of lusty concentration that undid me completely.

“Alistair?”

He raised his eyes.

Maybe hearing his name affected him as much as it did me? “Fuck me.”

He bit back a growl. Alistair had manners, apparently. Alphas were known to hold back with betas and even omegas outside of heat.Heat. Holy shitballs, what would it be like to go through heat with Alistair?

All thoughts were shoved out of my squishy little brain as Alistair pushed his cock into me and touched my clit at the same time. I clenched my jaw to keep from screaming his name as I came, the orgasm sharp and sweet. Squeezing my thighs together was the only thing that kept me from climbing up onthe pool table and presenting myself, that classic position of an omega offering herself to her alpha. On hands and knees, spread wide, ass in the air, all needy, dripping cunt and nothing else. I reached for him again.

“Moxie.” His tone almost made me come again. “If you want me to fuck you hard, keep your hands on the table.”

I picked up each palm and slammed it down flat on the felt. That chuckle again. His fingertips dug into the dips in my hips, pulling me back tight against him. Swallowing hard, I felt his knot press against me. I hadn’t been knotted in forever. Even when I booked a heat helper, knotting was usually off the table. It was too intimate with a stranger, being that connected physically yet seeing his aura be completely separate.

Few knew this, but that’s what really happened during knotting. Your auras could briefly mingle. Knowing that would never happen again for me without Nico made the experience a letdown, regardless of how my body felt. I’d have to book with more female alphas where knotting wasn’t the main event.

Alistair thrust into me, hard, before pulling almost all the way out and doing it again. Each time, the pace increased, and all thoughts fled. He fucked the anxiety right out of me until I was clawing the table.

He growled my name as he came hot inside me. I dug my nails into the table, gouging little half moons that would fuck up every game after this, just to keep myself from begging for his knot. I pushed up, trying to create space between us and wiggle away.

His arms cinched around me as he brought me upright, my back fully pressed against his front. He held me as he panted, the last quivers of his orgasm and mine fleeing the scene. I leaned my head against him and sighed before squirming to get free from his grasp.

“Nuh uh,” I felt the sound rumble in his chest, “I’m not done yet.”

“Evidence to the contrary,” I smirked.

“I want another.”

“Another what?”

“Another orgasm from you. It’s mine and I want it.”

I snorted and made to push his arm away. He tightened around me and pinched a nipple lightly, as if in rebuke.

“I want to feel you come on my cock again. Can you do that for me, Moxie?”

Say my name again, and I’ll do whatever you want.He toyed with my nipple. His arms were strapped around my chest, his other hand stroking my rib cage. His cock was still deep in me.

I gave in to him, his touch, his voice, and let myself pretend. I stroked my clit, allowing myself to pretend his knot locked us together. Stretched impossibly wide, that feeling of fullness going soul deep. That’s what I needed, but this would have to do. When I moaned, I could feel his aura reach for me, still separate but allowing me to be in his space.

“Not too fast, Moxie.”

I sank into him and let go, knowing his arms and voice had me. I ground myself on his knot, moving my fingers faster than he wanted.

He tipped my head back and brushed my lips with his. “Come for me,” he breathed, pushing his tongue into me. His fingers joined mine on my clit, tumbling me into a mind-bending orgasm. I wanted to shout his name, but I was muffled by his tongue.

I felt my eyes fill with tears, it was that good, an almost-knotting, my mouth and cunt full of alpha and his aura sweet and shimmering around me.

When my knees could hold my weight again, I felt him slip from me. I almost cried. It was too soon, too abrupt, the feeling of emptiness all the more sharp for not being as full andstretched as I needed. We should be locked together, alpha and omega, giving in to what our bodies and auras wanted.

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