Page 131 of Fated or Knot

“You’re not going to come until I tell you to. Okay?”

“Okay,” I said, though I was of half a mind to push back on that direction.

“Good omega.” With his trick still winding through his voice, the praise felt like a stroking hand of pleasure down my spine. My wings practically quivered with delight.

He took in my reaction with a gleam in his feline eyes. Instead of dragging me onto his cock, as I expected, he stood and switched places with me so my back and wings were on the bed. He slid his grip to my thighs and pulled me into a thrust of his hips that seated him in me to the root. “Fuck,” he groaned.

I made a breathy cry of agreement. He started off slow, getting me accustomed to the size and shape of him in a measured slide. I wasn’t soaked with slick yet, so I felt each inch and the grind of his pelvis at the apex of every thrust. Starting this way didn’t immediately overwhelm me with pleasure. It was more of a slow, sizzling burn or the first steps to an intimate dance he’d invited me to learn from him.

“You feel perfect. Move with me. That’s right. So fucking good,” he murmured. I let out a moan at how amazing his praise felt, nearly as incredible as each meeting of our bodies.

He held up my heavier right leg. No worries, just as he’d said. With my head emptied of my most negative thoughts, I could focus on being present in the moment. I admired his unfairly attractive body and the view I had of his cock sliding in and out of me. My belly quivered. It was all the more intense to watch his claim in motion.

He flashed that wicked smile and reached between us, pinching my clit and rubbing it ever so slowly between twofingers. My legs locked up as I expected the shattering pleasure of an orgasm. But it didn’t arrive. Instead, I tensed on the edge and drifted down without reaching it. I whimpered in denial.Come back.

“Lark.” He had my attention immediately, especially when he pulled out. “Get on your hands and knees.”

He helped me turn over, and I crawled further onto the bed with him right behind me. He cupped and kneaded my ass while my wings flicked in enjoyment. I looked over my shoulder, wondering what he was waiting for. His eyes were lidded, and he took deep breaths through his lips.

“You’re big on facts lately. Tell me a p’nixie fact,” he said after a few moments of this. “Are your wings like nixie fins? You feel most submissive when they’re held down?”

“That’s right,” I murmured.

“Hold them for me, then. Submit,” he purred.

“Okay.” I hadn’t thought to hold my own wings, but with a little effort, they rested flat on my back. I lifted my hips for him more on instinct.

He took in the view and rumbled low in his chest. While he was no Marius, who was able to hit a deep tone that could shake my core, I still dripped slick with a needy whine. “Okay, what? Who am I?” he coaxed.

“Mate. Alpha. Pack lead,” I answered breathlessly.

One of those was the right answer, as he leaned over me to hold my shoulder as he rubbed his hot length through my folds. “I love how eager you are. So greedy for your pack lead’s cock.” Ah, that was the winner. I trembled as he teased me for a few more moments.

I knew he was ready to continue fucking me when he pushed my front down and pulled my hips back. He slammed home in one smooth glide.

“Yes!” I yelped, bracing harder when that first thrust jolted my body.

“Mine,” he snarled. He held me up, locking me into the pose as he rode me in earnest. Hot breath ghosted over my wings as his inhales started to sound like the snarly cadence that’d come from the other two alphas as they’d hit their stride. I couldn’t see his expression but imagined his pupils rounded out of their feline slits and his expression tight with lust.

With his claim intensifying, I found the pressure and need for completion roaring up on me. But I’d already agreed to push off this feeling, and I was properly submissive to my pack lead, so the feeling faded again even as I cried out like I’d just come.

The next thing I knew, I was on my back, and he was lining up to re-enter me yet again. We were face-to-face, and he was an alpha possessed. He’d taken hold of my left leg, testing my flexibility by bending my knee toward my shoulder. His cock drove as deep in me as it’d felt when he’d taken me from behind.

“And you know it,” he growled. “That you are mine.”

“Yours,” I agreed breathlessly.

His usual smile was edged in victory before he rewarded me with a sloppy kiss and a particularly powerful drive of his hips. We were seconds from his knot tying us together. “Sweet, perfect omega,” he said with effort. “You may come with me. Delay to feel the breeder’s delight, if you can.”

His knot caught in my pussy, and instead of pulling it free, he ground his cock as deep into me as it could go. I dug my nails into his back, aching from the new sensation as his knot continued to expand with each frenzied beat of his heart. That specialized rim of muscle in my pussy locked around his swollen flesh.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he chanted, sputtering and losing himself as he rocked his hips without going anywhere. He spilled, filling the ache in my core with his seed. The rush of hot come feltlike utter relief, or maybe that was all the tension in my body snapping as soon as it had permission. My pleasure soared with his and kept climbing. I really could see stars if I came hard enough.

He groaned as my channel squeezed his knot further. The liquid rush from him, which had been abating, became another heated flood instead, though less than the first time he came. We spiraled down from the pleasure high with smaller spikes of mini orgasms until I lay limp and he was doing much the same on top of me.

“Wow,” I said in a daze. Sothatwas what taking a knot felt like. I was now untouched in every sense of the word, because I definitely wanted to do this again. Every night, multiple times, preferably. Though when I started to shift and accidentally tugged on his knot in the process, the freshly tested muscles in my pussy supplied plenty of pain to encourage me to stay still. I whined, definitely not used to that yet.

Fal responded with a nuzzle and a purr, which only grew in intensity as he recovered enough to lift his weight off me and slide us both onto our sides. The comforting vibrations helped ease any lingering pain where we were tied.

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