Page 151 of Fated or Knot

His first thrust was shallow. I was plenty slick for him but still tight. My pussy stretched to fit his alpha size as he rocked into me deeper with each roll of his hips. The bond between us was quiet of extra sensation until I felt the throb of his heartbeat when he was fully sheathed in my body.

He drew in a rasping breath, eyes shuttering. I cried out a moment later as I felt it too. The bond was tightening around us once more. Not only did I now know how heated my own body felt when we were so intimately intertwined, I felt the pressure squeezing its way through his spine and spurring him to claim with all his strength. That had to be what the rut felt like. Him starting slow was an act of absolute willpower.

I also knew why he hadn’t put the lady pleaser back in. He wanted to claim me as he was and enjoy our intimacy without pushing me to come prematurely. There’d be plenty of time for us to come together for blinding pleasure. However, my pre-heat made every touch more intense, especially with him seated knot-deep in me. The added sensations of how he felt through our bondwasblinding. He tested this with a thrust that ended in another starburst of shared pleasure at its apex.

“It’s joining us,”he said through a haze of rut and instinct.

“Good. Now, claim me. I won’t break, no matter how you do it.”I dug my claws into his back to spur him on, and he sucked in from the bite of pain.

The last of his control snapped. He pinned me with more of his weight, grabbed my hip to pull me into his thrusts, and rut me into the bed, putting much of his strength into each core-shaking pound of his hips.

I dug my teeth into his shoulder and held on, knowing his claim would be unrelenting.“Harder,”he demanded, wanting to display the little bite wounds until they healed. And then he wanted them reapplied so everyone would know I was unashamed about marking him as mine. Maybe one day I’d bite him hard enough to give him a scar he would wear with pride.

We shared everything the closer we were to coming together, both literally and magically. Give and take, male and female, knot and not. I surrendered to sensation because to try to split the moment logically between him and me was impossible.

“Mine.”This whisper alone was all Marius, all alpha.“This is my claim, right here, right now. You aremine.”

“Yours,”I agreed. I quivered all over, on the precipice of coming, which meant he was the same way. His knot was starting to swell and rub against my pussy lips. Our bond was heartbeats from completion.

I opened my eyes, and he did the same, our gazes locking. He slowed the roll of his hips, tilting his head. His feral instincts clawed for control, and this time, I heard exactly what Niall wanted.“Breed her on her hands and knees. Fill her as deep as possible.”

“Do it,”I whispered. There was no harm in inviting him to breed me a bit while I had a fertility blocker inked on my wrist. In fact, he could give it several of his best attempts while his head was filled with the rut haze.

He pulled his cock free, his every muscle locking and the rest of his instincts screaming for him to complete the bond. Without him inside me, he—we—felt incomplete. I hurried to turn over on my hands and knees below the tight cage of his body.“There. Ready,”I invited.

I got about halfway through an enticing hip wiggle before he pinned me in this new position. He sank his fangs deep into my shoulder as he aligned with me from behind and slid back into my pussy with a sigh of relief. I arched into his solid chest and screamed.

His knot remained a steady bump in and out as he slowed his claim, just a little, enjoying the way I twitched and moaned underneath him. He savored the taste of my blood, too.“My female. My prey. Mine.”

“Yours,”I repeated. I was open to his bond, his seed, his love, a surrender that echoed between us. He was ready to finish giving me all three things and more. Everything I wanted. Every part of him was mine.

His knot filled my channel, popping into place and stretching the rim of my pussy. Pleasure burst between us at the same time. He came with a roar, drowning out the rest of my senses in a shattering moment. I trembled with each liquid rush as he pulsed within me. And it wasn’t my imagination. He spilled a lot, and his rut-enhanced pheromones still leaked from him as he rolled his hips without going anywhere.

“The bond isn’t set.”His feral side had this distinct thought just as our pleasure started to ebb, enough for a shred of reason to peek in. Did we do something wrong after all? We’d followed all the steps, shared our minds, and joined…

As soon as we stopped coming, it snapped into place. I felt the thread between us anchor in my essence and resonate with atwangthat felt like pure bliss.

“There it is!”I exclaimed. I immediately came again, just as hard as before. Sparks danced in my eyes, and Marius groaned. My squeezing pussy grabbed his knot and milked out more of his seed while he panted and shook. He tried to roll his hips and only succeeded in rocking us together, we were so tightly joined.

Thank the stars there was a soak mat, because this would be a mess the moment he pulled out. By the time we were coming down from this pleasure high, I was sweaty and limp, only held up by his arm around me. Our bond settled into place, letting us have our separate headspaces again. If I focused, I could sense his emotions and thoughts. I bet we could continue enjoying mind-to-mind communication pretty openly.

He proved me right after repositioning us so he was seated and I rested in his lap.“You really think you’re getting away in twenty minutes?”he asked in his smoky feral voice.

“We can’t fuck again if I’m stuck on your knot,”I pointed out.

He gently licked the twin wounds he’d left on my shoulder. They were starting to hurt in earnest. Maybe I wouldn’t scar him with my little fangs, but the stinging punctures he’d left behind were sure to remain.“That’s not how this works, sweet prey. I caught and marked you. Now, I’m going to breed you properly.”

“Okay, Niall. Breed me, then.”I wasn’t all that concerned about what he’d do while we were tied.

His rumble turned into a purr at the invitation. He licked the pad of his thumb and used it to circle my clit.Oh, stars, I had underestimated him. The touch was electric, at first too overstimulating, causing my leg to jolt. He slowed until he was rubbing the side of the little bundle of nerves, coaxing out a reaction.

Just a flutter of my pussy would squeeze him enough to keep his knot sealed in place. We could be here for a long, long timeif he drew out my pleasure just right. And there were few forces more determined to make that happen than the male kissing his way up my neck. I tilted my head back to meet his lips with mine, moaning when I tasted the full blast of his blooming mint and waterlily and…

My channel rippled. His fangs dimpled my lower lip as we both came a bit, and his knot pulsed with his heartbeat, firmer than ever.“This is a heat strategy,”I said, a thought I meant mostly for myself.

“Mmhmm. This is how I make sure the child is mine.”

I also meant how he’d keep me from combusting from my heat. My understanding was that an omega’s heat pain only abated while she was knotted.

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