Page 115 of Unhinged Omega

The Knight goes still immediately.

I take a deep breath, steeling myself. "I'm going to lie down," I tell him, keeping my voice steady. "And you're going to be on top. But you have to be gentle, okay? Very,verygentle. You could really hurt me. I mean it."

A low rumble builds in his chest. It's not quite a growl or a purr, more like... acknowledgment? I hope so, anyway. I don't think he can otherwise verbally communicate that he understands. He's more or less completely feral, and it can't be easy to make words with those jaws.

Slowly, I lower myself onto my back, the leaves beneath me crackling with the movement. I spread my legs, my heart pounding so hard I can feel it in my throat.

And yet, as the Knight moves over me, his massive frame blocking out what little light filters through our crude shelter, I can't bring myself to stop. My heat rages through me, every nerve ending on fire.

I need this.

Need to be fucked byhimspecifically.

Gods help me.

He positions himself carefully between my legs, his movements slow and deliberate. His cock hangs heavy between his thighs, the crown glistening with the precome dripping onto the leaves beneath us.

"Okay," I breathe, forcing myself to relax. "Just... just rub against me for now. Don't try to enter yet."

The Knight lets out a soft purr, the sound vibrating through his entire body as he complies. It's strangely soothing even though it sounds like a damn engine compared to the purrs I've heard from the far more normal alphas I've been with.

It's as much a test to see what he understands as anything, and it turns out he understands me perfectly. He lowers his hips, the hot length of his cock pressing against my slick folds, but not actually penetrating me. The contact sends a jolt through me, and I can't hold back the moan that's been building in my throat.

He starts to move, sliding himself along my slit in a slow, torturous rhythm. Each pass of his shaft over my clit sends sparks of sensation shooting through me. I arch into him, my body begging for more even as my mind races with doubt.

Can I really do this?

Can I actually take him?

The thought of being knotted by him is terrifying and thrilling in equal measure. But right now, with the heated friction of his cock against me, it's hard to think of anything else.

I'm afraid to look at him and make him freeze up or panic again, so I try to get a glimpse through my eyelashes without setting him off. The brief sliver of his face I manage to catch in my line of sight tells me everything. He's watching me carefully, gauging my reactions, trying to figure out what I like.

A laugh bubbles up from my chest, surprising us both. The Knight pauses, his growl lifting slightly, almost like he's asking me what the fuck I'm laughing about.

"Sorry," I say, reaching up to stroke his hair. He goes rigid again before relaxing slightly and leaning into my palm, letting me caress the white strands. “It's just... you're a better lover than most alphas. And that’s, um, kind of surprising.”

He just stares at me.

"Ignore me," I tell him, shaking my head. "Unless I'm telling you to slow down. Then definitely don't ignore that."

He presses his forehead against my hand with a low sigh, the gesture surprisingly tender. It's such a contrast to his fearsome appearance that it makes my chest ache. What did they do to him? How much of the man is left beneath the monster they tried to create?

More than I thought, apparently.

I push the thoughts aside. Now isn't the time for the philosophical bullshit I usually distract myself with when I'm nervous. Now is the time for... well, for fucking my brains out with the giant cock of my own personal guardian demon.

When did this become my life?

Taking a deep breath, I reach between us. My fingers brush against his length, and he lets out a low growl that I feel more than hear. "It's okay," I murmur. "I'm just going to guide you in."

I position the head of his cock at my entrance, trying to relax as much as possible. "Okay," I say, my voice barely above a whisper. "Push in.Slowly."

He obeys, pressing forward with agonizing gentleness. The pressure builds, my body resisting the intrusion. For a moment, I think it's not going to work, that he's simply too big. But then, with a sudden give, the head of his cock pops inside me.

I gasp, my back arching at the intense stretch. The Knight freezes above me, not even daring to breathe. His entire body is trembling with the effort of holding still.

"It's okay," I pant, reaching up to stroke his ravaged cheek. "You're doing good. Just... give me a minute."

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