Page 75 of Harvest Moon

Alexis

It was like something out of a consent for werewolves handbook, asking permission to knot me. Not that I didn’t appreciate it. No, it was fucking adorable.

I’d probably appreciate it a lot more later, though, when my head cleared.

Right at that moment? I just needed him to be inside me, preferably yesterday. And today. Forever, really, regardless of whether that was physically possible.

I manhandled him onto the bed, not that he put up any kind of fight, and yanked ineffectually at his clothes. Why were clothes... a thing that existed? They were so fucking inconvenient. After a moment of my stubborn tugging, Ridge reached down to cover my hands with his, stilling them, then helping me slide the jeans and underwear over his legs and off.

The object of my desire uncovered, I dove in, wrapping my lips around the head of his cock and sliding down, trying to fit as much of it into me as possible.

He gave a little moan, and I looked up in time to see him toss his shirt away. He was completely naked, right there in my bed, in my room, and it was glorious. So much smooth, tanned skin on display. Taut muscles and tight abs, straining so hard—oh, right. Straining not to buck up into my mouth, because I’d gone still.

I hollowed my cheeks, sliding farther down onto his cock, watching as he threw his head back into my pillow, biting his lip, his eyes squeezed tightly closed. I swirled my tongue around him, watching like a hawk for every subtle reaction. Every tense muscle, every twitch, that indicated I was doing it right.

My overheated mind took a few minutes to stop staring intently at every detail of Ridge’s perfect... self... and remember the point of all this.

I was in heat. Oh yeah.

The close, humid air of the room should have reminded me, but no matter. I pulled off his cock and shuffled up to kneel over him, meeting his fevered gaze when his eyes flew open.

“Almost forgot,” I rasped, taking a firm grip on his cock, and in one quick motion, sliding down onto it. My whole body went lax at the feeling, like I was a cat being carried by the back of my neck. My head slumped back, mouth falling open, eyes rolling up and sliding shut.

Oh hell. I’d survived previous heats with nothing but my own hands, and then when I started making money, a toy I’d ordered in the mail and hidden away from my parents. Neither had elicited this reaction, relaxing every tense, angry muscle in my body, and the relief was stark.

How had I ever lived without this?

Without Ridge?

No matter. It was never going to happen again. I’d follow him around forever, traveling from farm to farm for his work if I had to. As long as he stuffed me full of his cock every night, nothing else mattered.

“Lexis,” he choked out, and I realized I’d been sitting there, still and silent, for a long time. When I opened my eyes and looked down at him, he looked as desperate as I usually felt in my heat, his eyes glassy, and the sheen of sweat across his perfect tanned skin. I had the urge to lick it, to taste his want, but forced myself to focus.

Focus on...

Right, Ridge. Was losing it with me just sitting there on his cock, unmoving. Also, from the way his brows scrunched together, making a line in the middle, he was probably worried about my sudden stillness.

So I lifted up on my knees, just a few inches—as much as my body had the energy for—and dropped back down. This time, we both moaned.

“ ’M sorry, Lex, but I’m not gonna hold out long,” he murmured, then hissed in a breath through his teeth when I continued the motion, twisting my hips forward to feel the way his cock slid against—against—oh, that was absolutely perfect. It was a crime, that I’d never managed to find this feeling on my own, sending sparking electric shocks through my whole body as I rode his cock.

“Don’t,” I finally managed to rasp out, brain struggling to focus on anything but the feel of his cock, filling me up over and over again as I slid forward and back.

What was I saying? Hold out. He said he wasn’t going to—

“Mmh,” I snapped my knees tight against his sides and sped my hips. “Don’t hold out. Want it. Want your knot to fill me up. Want you to stay inside me forever.”

The sound he made then, half sob and half ecstatic moan, was something I’d hold onto for the rest of my life. Something that would get me hard at just its memory.

The feel of his knot swelling inside me a second later? Even better.

I moaned aloud, speeding again, forcing his growing knot past my stretched rim over and over, until it was too big, too much, and then I forced it back in, clenching down tight on it and continuing to move my hips back and forth in tiny, aborted motions, each one tugging at me, pressing against that spot inside, sending sparks through my limbs.

When Ridge bucked up under me, shoving his dick in so deep I couldn’t feel anything else, all I could do was whine, my whole body once again going limp as his knot pulsed.

He was coming in me, filling me up inside, and somehow, knowing it made everything even more perfect.

It was almost a surprise when his hand wrapped around my forgotten cock, and I contracted around him, making us both moan aloud, but he didn’t let go.

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