Page 28 of Knot Their Opening Act

“Yes!”

I’m going to explode, and I’d rather I did it with him inside me. Just like that, he flips me back over and draws my legs up over his shoulders as he kneels upright, cock in hand. His perfect bedroom eyes behind those wire frames look down at me as he licks his luscious lips. “I want to see you attended to. If that means cumming with you, I’m more than happy to oblige, but this is all about you and your needs, rock star. Your desires. That’s what I want to give you.”

He pauses, hand sliding up and down his cock, which glistens with pre-cum. “For the record, I’m not good at the giving orders thing. But it’s a fucking hot turn-on, so it’s a little difficult to, ah, hold back.”

I smile up at him, the shivers of panic a thing lost in memory as my heat wants nothing but his hard shaft plunging inside me.

“You’re doing amazing if you ask me.”

“Thank you. May I?”

“Get inside.” My voice quivers slightly.

His muscular arms, surprisingly free of tattoos, reach down and pull my ass toward him as he presses his cock against my lips. My hips rock up to meet him. He pulls away, then presses in, just past my folds, thumb back on my clit. My ass tightens and tenses, waiting for him to dive inside.

“Wait, sweet girl. Until I’m ready. Wait.”

I take a slow inhale, gritting my teeth. He’s so fucking hot, my Omega cries out in revolt but my body wants him to have his way, whatever way suits him best. That’s what will get me off the hardest. With the most relief.

It’s like an instinct. I’ve silenced it so long, on these suppressants since my first heat. With Tristan I never felt open enough, and he only seemed to care about himself. One and done, and while I wasn’t after a pack of Alphas,—just love, really—it felt unfair. But I didn’t know any better. And then Viv told me all about her pack, and the things they got up to. And I felt like, well,maybe. Maybe someday. But not now.

I’ve got too much riding on this tour.

And yet—one of Fable on Fire is ridingme.

“Open up, rock star,” he rasps. “I’m ready. Take me all the way.”

I obey, lifting my ass more as he presses deep inside. My core takes all of his huge cock, and his knot presses against my eager but swollen center.

I grit my teeth more. “I want your knot, too. Is that too much?”

“God, no. It’s ready, baby. If you want it, it’s all yours. But take your time,” he coos, now not demanding, but realizing that this might be new for me, after all.

It is.

It’s glistening, and beautiful, and so full. I watch as it slides up toward my sensitive lips, once, twice, three times, four times, and on the fifth time I barely nod and he guides the entire knot inside me.

I throw my head back, arching without control—and this part’s not a game. My arms prop me up until I collapse back onto the bed, my knees bent and legs curled around him as he presses deeper still inside me. He arches his own back then folds forward over me.

His sweat, my sweat. My slick, and his seed spilling inside me. God, I feel like planets were formed and meteors struck them in the moments of our worlds and bodies colliding together.

The tension ebbs out of both our forms, and he melts into me. We’ve become one in a way I never did with Tristan, and it feels like magic.

We lay like this for some time. I feel his knot start to recede before he pulls out, and then covers us with his body curled around mine, protecting it like a barrier from the rest of the room, the hotel, the city, and the world.

Thomas Ashcroft. In my bed. Inside me. His seed, inside me.

God, what a fuckingday.

We breathe in time, our breaths quickening then softening, slowly reaching a comfortable rhythm together.

“Thank you for helping me out.” My voice sounds husky to my own ears.

“Anytime,” he says, pressing his cock against me, swollen again, already.

Does this mean we’ll do it again? Or is this just the polite response?

“Will you tell them?” I ask, not turning to face him. His left hand roams over my hip and rests on my belly, which feels insanely intimate. Even despite what we’ve just done. My insides felt hollowed out immediately after he pulled out, but now they seem to fill back in tonormal.Like he and his knot were never there. And for some reason, this makes me feel a little stupidly sad.

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