Page 125 of Fated or Knot

“Uh-huh” was about all I managed. I hooked my good leg around his solid ass and held on tight as he threatened to ruin me for any other male. His transformation made his chest look dangerous to the touch, but it was about as hot as a sunbaked stone. His heat slicked our skin, and his panting breaths expelled spoke and steam, which he aimed away from my skin.

All the while, that mouth of deadly pointed fangs was close to my exposed throat. This was the ultimate act of trust, and I hoped Tormund never doubted how much I loved him after the moment was over.

He could’ve hurt me at any point. But he didn’t, just as I knew he wouldn’t. He did, however, find sensitive points deep within me that had me screaming. I found myself wondering if I could even take his knot, sure to be just as sized up as the rest of him. On one hand, I really wanted it, my omega instincts calling for me to get tied up and bred properly by my mate. On the other hand…I was going to be so sore once he finished pumping into my stretched pussy.

His knot began to inflate with each thrust. The first couple caught the rim of specialized muscle designed to stretch around and seal in an alpha’s knot, popping out each time. It swiftly grew too large to force its way into me. His panting breaths shuddered as he came hard, grinding and bucking his swollen knot against my folds all the while.

I came too as soon as his heated seed filled my belly. My pleasure was prolonged by his, and as he tapered to a finish, I fell limp with bliss beneath him. I had to acknowledge a dirty fact about myself: much as I didn’t want babies right now, there was nothing near as satisfying as being stuffed with fresh come from one of my mates.

Tormund’s transformation receded and he gathered me up, the two of us nuzzling. He marked my neck and pressed a soft kiss over my throat. “You’re okay,” he whispered.

“Better,” I echoed, breaking into a big grin. “That wasamazing.”

In the meantime, there was another whispered conversation at the foot of the bed. I paid it little mind as Fal asked Marius if he was okay and the kelpie grumbled, “Lost my shit a bit.”

“Oh. What else is new?” the dark elf replied flippantly.

I cupped Tormund’s face, adjusting his spectacles back into their proper place before I kissed him leisurely. He eventually rolled off me, and I tucked my legs together, only rememberingour audience fully when I could see them. The massive bed had given us all a chance to spread out and get comfortable.

Fal was closer, partially reclined and at ease. His unfairly perfect body was on full display, complete with a new erection he palmed when he caught me admiring him. “Can’t wait for my turn,” he purred.

I parted my lips to agree with him, only to find that I was still quite winded. “I…need a minute,” I puffed out.

He stroked himself ever so slowly. “We have all day,” he replied, winking.

“Besides, it’s my turn with you,” Marius put in. He was sitting at rigid attention in the same corner he’d claimed earlier, towel over his hips.

The moment I tensed, thinking I saw anger in that posture, he softened and offered a lopsided smile. “If it pleases you, p’nixie. I just learned a few new things about you,” he added.

“Do share,” Fal said.

I flopped toward Tormund to give him one last kiss before anything else. “Love you,” he murmured.

“Love you too,” I whispered back. He made room for Marius by getting up to head for the restroom.

I was sitting up and moving out of the newest wet spot I’d created, catching the kelpie snort, “As if.”

“Just tell me,” Fal wheedled. “Or maybe I’ll share with her how you got your extra piercing.”

“What extra piercing?” Tormund called.

Marius rolled his eyes as he inched over to where I’d settled. He drew me up across his lap, on top of the towel for now. He tipped my chin up to talk to me directly. “When I turned thirteen, I received my tags,” he began, pointing to the two eyebrow studs and nose ring on the right side of his face. I reached for his chest, and he tensed, but all I did was tweak the bar through one of his nipples. He released a soft, aroused growl.

“After my tags were in, the piercer asked if I wanted, and I quote, the ‘lady pleaser package,’” he continued. “Which, at thirteen, was a decision I definitely wasn’t old enough to make. Especially because I said yes.”

“Package. Like, more than one?” I asked.

“Mmhmm. We made it to one before I swung at him. So, I did not receive the whole package,” he said, shaking his head.

“You punched him?”

“I missed. I didn’t realize it would hurt like a sonofabitch even with the numbing cream. Violent kelpies get thrown out, though, and it was already a miracle I’d gotten through all my tags without biting the piercer.” He shrugged as if it wasn’t a big deal.

“That isnotthe best part,” Fal added. “Theodred sent me to look for him the next day since he’d missed training. He was still in bed, groaning like he’d caught the winter flux. He looks at me and goes, ‘I think I’m fucking dying.’” He deepened his voice into a fairly spot-on impression of the kelpie.

Marius glanced away with a resigned sigh while I muffled a snicker.

“And I’m eyeing his face as I say, ‘It doesn’t lookthatbad’ before he flings his covers aside. It was very purple and very swollen, and not in the good way,” Fal continued.

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