Page 35 of Pack Down Bad

Thank goodness the shorts I borrowed are loose because he drags them down my legs like he’s offended by their presence.

I peek over my shoulder, trying to see what he’s doing. There’s no telling what to expect at a time like this, but I guess I assumed he’d go straight to trying to knot or bite and claim me. I was prepared to avoid a bite.

I wasn’t prepared to see him crouching on his knees.

When I spied on Percy and him in the kitchen the other night, I couldn’t see what Knox looked like in this position. The first thing I notice now is that he doesn’t seem any less dominant from this perspective. There’s nothing submissive about him right now.

He spreads me with his thumbs and presses his face between my thighs like hebelongsthere.

I flinch from being caught off guard, causing him to release a low growl of warning. He clamps his fingers around my hips to hold me to him as he uses his mouth on me.

“Stay still. Let me taste what’s mine, Omega.”

Even if his voice wasn’t filled with the bark of an alpha, I would still comply.

He works me with his mouth like a man possessed, each movement of his tongue precise and ruthless. I’m shaking by the time he rises, slick dripping down my thighs.

His length rests between my ass cheeks as he grinds himself against me. “I’m going to fuck you now, Omega.”

“Please,” I beg breathlessly.

Knox keeps one hand on my hip and puts the other between my shoulder blades, holding me down on the desk. He doesn’t keep me waiting long, lining himself up and thrusting deep, all the way to the base of his knot in one fluid motion.

“Oh, fuck.” The momentum pushes me forward, but his hands quickly stop me from going far.

He snarls, “Stay still and take what I give you.”

There’s no bark to his words to suggest he’s making an order. My Knox is still in there, leaving space for me to wiggle my way out of this if I wanted. He won’t force me to do anything that I don’t want to do.

All the more reason for me to trust him in this.

I’ve never experienced an alpha in rut, but I’ve heard stories. Sometimes they bite whoever they’re fucking, forcing a bond that shouldn’t have happened.

Knox doesn’t put his teeth anywhere near me, letting me know that all of this is still on my terms.

My body adjusts the roughness of being too full quickly, letting me enjoy the snap of his hips over and over. His rhythm is almost punishing in the best way.

Rough. Hard. Unrelenting. Each thrust drives me further across the desk, making the wood creak and groan. The initial burn has faded into bliss, every drag of his hips pushing me closer to the edge.

“Could breed you,” he pants. “Stuff you full, knot you, mark you. Make sureeveryoneknows who you belong to.”

The words should terrify me, but they don’t.

I’m on birth control, so I’m not worried at all. Thank fuck I can remember details of who I am again and recall my medical history. This wouldn’t be quite so exhilarating if I was stuck in the middle of nowhere without knowing I have the proper protection for being fucked seven ways to Sunday.

He still doesn’t make any move to bite me, even as he pants out his fantasies. Nice to hear where his head is at. Anything could be possible in the future once we iron out some details…

Knox moves his hand from between my shoulders to the back of my neck, gripping me with just enough pressure to send me spiraling into an orgasm so strong that my vision gets spotty.

“Be a good little omega,” he groans, hips stuttering. “Take my cum.”

I do, letting him fill me up while his knot rubs me temptingly from the outside.

I’m a little disappointed that he didn’t give it to me, but I know it’s for the best. We still have a lot to figure out.

After a few moments, which I spend focusing on some intense breathing exercises, reality begins to sink in.

Knox slips out of me, and I whimper at the loss.

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