Page 84 of This Pack of Ours

I lined myself up and plunged inside him mercilessly.

He let out a broken moan, writhing under me, sucking me deep inside. I groaned.

“Such a perfect, tight hole.” I moved my hand up towards his cock.

“Please,” was all he could manage as I took his pretty flushed length in my hand, giving it a stroke.

I withdrew, and his hand scrabbled for my hips, trying to claw me back. I lined up again, pressing just the head of my cock inside.

He whined, twisting, those beautiful dark eyes pleading for me.

“Fuck me, Vander, please,” he panted, nails leaving marks on my skin.

“Fuck what?”

“Y—your knotslut. Please. Use me. Knot me.”

I slipped inside again, eliciting another perfect moan, but didn’t sink my knot inside him yet.

“I don’t know if you deserve my knot,” I growled, and I ran my thumb up the underside of his shaft, letting the tip sink slightly to the slit at the top. Pre-cum was welling around my finger, and I looked up to find his eyes were wet, tears streaming down his face as he shook his head.

“I don’t,” he said, looking up at me. “But I need it,please.”

I shifted, letting my knot press up against the slick ring of muscle where his body met mine. I moved his thigh, wanting to see as I continued to press in, watching as his tight hole was stretched, as his body fought to take me. So perfect.

“Ah—yes, fuck, please—” he moaned, and then he sheathed me all the way with a cry.

I couldn’t hold back anymore; my knot swelling, trapping us together in pulses of white hot pleasure.

And then he was coming apart underneath me; begging and sobbing, barely coherent as I started plunging as much as I could, pleasure building in my back, tingling down my spine. He wasmine, begging for me, coming apart at my touch, my direction.

His glasses had come off completely, and his face was contorted in pleasure, eyebrows drawn tight. His eyes were wet, his cute nose scrunched up as he panted, and his hands were still gripping the sheets desperately.

His dazed eyes met mine, and the pleasure surged in my cock as I released inside him. I grunted, then grabbed his erection, pumping as he cried out, coming, and pouring out onto his stomach.

The feeling slowly ebbed from my bones, my breathing slowing and my body relaxing. I looked down at Kit, flushed and sweaty and ruined beneath me and realized something. I hadn’t thought of Jhin once during that whole time. Kit’s aura was tangling with mine, reaching out and inviting me to let go, and in this moment, I was able to. I breathed in his scent, felt his skin touching mine and felt the weight of the tension and anger lift.

And my aura was settling, too.

I was still knotted inside of him, locked tight and forced to reconcile with that fact. Forced to look at him and admit that—ridiculous as it was—I believed him when he claimed he had pushed me in that closet because ofyogurt. I’d been stuck trying to hate him, to tell myself that he was trying to control me.

He stared up at me, dazed. Vulnerable and naked to his soul, and he still gave me a shy, nervous smile. Stripped bare as I was, nothing stopped that smile from shattering every tenuous reason I’d given myself for hating him.

I swallowed.

When the fuck had I become so bitter? I’d been such an asshole to him and Juni, and he was still here, fucking smiling at me hopefully.

Giving me another fucking chance.

I rescued his glasses, and before I could stop myself, I settled them gently onto his freckled nose.

He blushed, bowing his head and burying his face into my chest, and the sweet gesture made another intense wave of guilt wash over me.

My hand came to rest on his arm, awkwardly stroking up and down, and he nuzzled closer, head still down, not meeting my eyes.

I cleared my throat.

“You, uh, okay?” I said, wincing at how weak that was.

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