Page 120 of Fated or Knot

The whole thing was barely bigger than my palm, slightly upraised from the rest of his skin. I did my best to line up both my fangs on it while he threaded his fingers through my hair,applying light, encouraging pressure. He trembled, watching me with hooded eyes.

A claiming bite was permanent, and for him to offer me the kelpie equivalent was so special. He wanted it so badly. I felt the intimacy all too well. As an omega, I was the one who’d usually received claiming bites. Once my heat overwhelmed me, it’d be him sinking his teeth into me in the same way to strengthen our pack bond.

I was about to bite down when the door opened, and Marius whipped his head toward it with instant snarling aggression.

“I heard her noticethepiercing. Are you two starting without us?” Fal asked, sounding unconcerned to be on the receiving end of all the tensing muscles and vibrating fury I felt underneath my lips and hands.

“Bad timing,” I put in, no more than a nervous whisper.

Marius balled his fists, radiating alpha rage.

“So it is,” the dark elf agreed, retreating to the other side of the threshold and shutting it quickly.

Stars, that may’ve been the first time I’d seen him back down to Marius. It probably helped that the kelpie’s violent reaction didn’t seem like posturing this time. Fal had interrupted our moment, and now my instincts left me petrified. Alpha anger meant danger, and I was alone with the source.

I looked around for a place to retreat to, and Marius whispered, “Sorry.” The rare apology gave me pause. He stroked his fingers through my hair and started his purr. With a little more coaxing, it rose from a silent pitch to something comforting and warm, and the soothing vibrations ran along my scalp. “I’m not going to hurt you, p’nixie.Never.”

In my right mind, I knew that, but I couldn’t help being an omega. I whined. His expression softened, his feral side rising. Like when we were nest building, his instincts communicated with mine. A few noises back and forth, and we understood eachother. In the future, if I ever had to hide, I should hide behind him. He’d be my snarly shield.

What a mate. I kissed his mark, soaking in his answering moan, and watched his face grow slack as I licked the mark’s curving trail. His breathing changed, which suggested I was doing fine at bringing him pleasure.

No danger here.Just a seriously pent-up male. While I continued to lick and nibble on the sensitive mark, I touched his lower belly, tracing a path to his opposite hip. If it weren’t for the clothes he still wore to cover his chest, I’d drift upward and caress some of the strength he’d cultivated.

His cock jumped to full, throbbing life. I gave it a stroke, and his thick shaft kicked upward at the touch of my hand. Since I didn’t know if that was normal, I let it go with a little startle. A rumble of a chuckle drifted from him as he watched me.

I was too curious about his body not to touch him again. I held him more firmly this time, earning a soft growl of interest as it throbbed in my palm. My thumb twirled the bottom of his piercing, and it didn’t go up and down as much as I expected it to. That was probably a good thing; the only thing I’d feel inside of me were the rounded studs.

Finally, I gave the base of his cock a squeeze, feeling for the knot. Even while it wasn’t inflated, it was much harder than the rest of his shaft. I rubbed the dense skin over it.

“P’nixie,” he warned, his grip tightening in my hair. His sharp nose had to pick out the scent of my slick, even with my thighs pressed together tightly. My heart beat harder with excitement, spurred on just from touching and teasing him.

I stopped kissing his mark to use my lips to find the perfect spot. Once I found it, I hovered there, as I wasn’t sure I really “had it in me” to seriously bite him. I didn’t want him to think my hesitation was second-guessing, so I counted down in my head.Just one bite. He wants it.

I bared my small fangs and sank them into the top of his mark, around where it was thickest. His skin parted with unexpected ease, and my mouth was flooded with a concentrated blast of mint and waterlily. It was so strong I’d taste him for days. He tensed with a gasp and a muttered “foc.”

He held on to the back of my head like it was an anchor. Though he didn’t come, he panted and shuddered like he felt some kind of orgasmic pleasure from my claiming bite. My slick threatened to soak my clothes, just from me seeing him enjoy the bite.

I didn’t feel any different otherwise, which worried me. Shouldn’t I have? At least Marius loved it. His head was still thrown back when I released the bite and took in my handiwork. I’d left two neat punctures behind, which started leaking thin trails of blood.

He hauled me up and into his arms, kissing me like he was ready to devour me. My pussy clenched, my body replying todevouringwithyes, please!

“You’re mine now,” I said once we surfaced for air.

He grinned back. “And I accept your claim,” he replied. Oh, now that caused something to change; his acceptance started a sensation tickling in my mind.

His expression only became more predatory. “I can feel how much you want me,” he added in a feral rasp.

“You can?” I murmured. With our kelpie bond half finished, it seemed he was the one affected by it more. I needed to finish the bond to know what he was experiencing, then, because his expression was shifting further, until he seemed overwhelmed.

As his hands began to roam my body, he nodded. “I can feelyou. Your needs, your feelings. Sensations. Pleasure.” He bent to kiss my neck and drew a breath at the same time I did. “And…pain.” One of his fingers pressed on my arm, finding a bruisefrom the crutches. “Why didn’t you say something? I have a salve you can use.”

“It’s minor, not something I’d bother you about?—”

He interrupted me with a kiss. “Nonsense.” Then he caught my mouth for more kisses, adjusting the pressure back from the initial force he tended to lead with until we were sealed in a perfect lip-lock. I barely realized we were moving until he set my down on the side of the bed outside my nest and started undoing my clothes.

He drew back only enough to ask, “Are you inviting my brothers? I’ll call them over our pack bond.”

I winced when he tried to remove my shirt without undoing the buttons on the backside, which had the material around my wings pulling too tightly. A quick study, and he stopped, realized the problem, and fixed it while I remembered my excitement over inviting all three alphas to bed at the same time.

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