Page 137 of Bonds of Hate

“Only good Omegas get a knot, sweet Maya.” He licks a path from my chest and up my neck, making me shiver. “Are you going to be a good girl?”

“Yes…” I keen when he pulls his fingers out of me, my inner walls clenching with cruel agony on empty air. I babble, begging for something I barely understand. “I need you…”

Logan enters me with a hard thrust of his hips. I go rigid beneath him, shocked at the sudden and intense burn as he drives all the way inside me.

He gives a tentative shift of his hips, shushing me when I cry out. “All those games you played with my pack. How are you still this tight?”

I’m so full. So painfully and deliciously full. I simultaneously want to shove him away and urge him on until he crawls all the way inside me. The ratcheting tension leaves me feeling delirious. He drags himself back out with a sharp burn along my insides. “You’re too big. It’s too much.”

“You can take it. You were made to take me.” His biceps tense as he holds himself still above me, trembling with the effort it must take not to drive into me with full force. “Just relax and open for me.”

His hips shift in a slow drag, each thrust eased by the copious slick that ekes out around his cock and coats my upper thighs. Pain fades away to be replaced by the sort of pleasure that threatens to tear me up from the inside out.

His forehead drops against mine. “Fuck. Can’t knot Cillian without killing him. Can’t claim you when I knot because I already have a mate. It wasn’t supposed to be like this.”

My mouth opens and closes, but I’m entirely unable to form actual words.

“By the time your heat breaks, I will fix this. I’m going to make itright.”

Seemingly spurred on by his own words, Logan’s thrusts grow faster and harder. Enough to hurt me if my own peak wasn’t rapidly approaching, distracting me from what should be the painful grind of his hipbones against mine and the burning stretch of a passage forced to accommodate too much, too quickly.

His hand falls to my clit, rolling it between his fingers just as he shoves himself deep with a hard roll of his hips that is almost pure violence.

My climax hits with a piercing intensity, flaring down every nerve-ending and unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. I whip my head back and forth, screaming, crying, with release in a way that would be mortifying if I witnessed it with a clear head.

Logan hisses through clenched teeth as his knot swells inside me. He thrusts one last time, forcing the wide base of him past the curve of my pelvis and locking us together.

I fight down a surge of panic that tightens my throat and makes my breath come in ragged gasps. That makes me squeeze down on him in an unconscious reaction that sets Logan’s hips rocking against mine. Pulling away sends a shock of pain shooting through my stretched entrance, compelling him to claw me back until I settle again, shushing and petting with rough and grasping hands.

Anxiety is normal with a first knot, the expectation set for us at the Enclave that a good Alpha would know to soothe their Omega through it.

But that doesn’t change just how much I feel like something terrible is about to happen.

My insides clench again with a mix of anxiety andaftershocks from my orgasm. Logan groans in response, and I feel the splashes of heat as he paints my insides with his spend.

We could be like this for minutes or hours, I’ve never heard of any consensus on the time it takes for an Alpha’s knot to finally deflate.

Logan lifts me up with one arm around my back until I’m straddling his lap, my head forward to rest against his shoulder. His knot is still buried inside me as my legs sag on either side of his hips, too heavy to move.

The mass of blankets stirs and Cillian pushes the blankets covering his face back with a soft whine.

His eyes flash with multiple, conflicting emotions when his dazed gaze lands on the two of us, still trapped together by the knot beside him. Jealousy and longing are impossible to mistake.

But I’m surprised to see the blooming heat of desire.

I shudder as Logan’s hand slides up my back, his touch leaving a trail of fire on my skin. My body feels both languid and tense, locked to him in the most intimate way possible as Cillian watches us with hooded eyes.

Premonition ticks like icy fingers down my spine.

“Cillian…my Omega,” Logan murmurs, his voice thick with sensual promise. “Look at this pretty toy we’ve found.”

Logan reaches down to play at where his cock stretches my slit, coating his fingers in slick and making me tense around him with a surprised squeak. He gently kisses me on the forehead as his fingers move lower to tease at the puckered skin ofmy rear entrance.

I instinctively try to shift away, despite that beingimpossible. His arm still tightens like a vice around my waist, as if I don’t already have his knot locking me in place. Ignoring my whining protest, he paints that tight ring of muscle with more slick, keeping his touch light and almost teasing.

Logan’s voice is a baited lure when he looks at Cillian again. “Don’t you want to play?”

Cillian’s eyes meet mine over Logan’s shoulder. His gaze is clouded with heat but also with something else, something darker. I’m too overwrought to speak, throat threatening to clench shut when I try to force enough air past it to speak.

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