"Oh fuck," I gasp, squirming despite his restraining hand.
He lets out a low, approving growl, his hips rocking forward in tiny, controlled movements. Each one brings his knot closer to locking inside me, stretching me wider than I thought possible.
I'm torn between the desperate need to be filled and the very real fear that he might actually split me in two. If I panic and squirm, I’m pretty sure that fear could become a reality. But with his hand on my stomach, holding me still, I realize I'm not really in control anymore.
He is.
And that's probably the only reason I didn't split myself open earlier in my desperation to take a knot and end this damned heat.
The thought should make me panic.
But instead, I feel... safe. Protected. Cherished, even.
His knot presses against me with each thrust, swelling more by the second. The pressure borders on unbearable. I pant, trying to relax, to open myself up to him. If I don't take him now, before his knot swells to its full girth, I won't be able to take him at all.
And then I'll be at the mercy of unbridled heat.
"Please," I whimper.
With a final, powerful thrust, his knot breaches me fully. I scream, my back arching off the ground as much as I can beneath the pressure of his massive palm as my body struggles to accommodate his girth.
And then, just when I think I can't take anymore, something inside me gives way. His knot locks in place and a tidal wave crashes over me. I come harder than I ever have in my life, my vision whiting out as my body convulses around him. Slick—and probably a decent amount of blood—trickles down the insides of my thighs as heat surges in my core, peaking like flames licking at all my nerve endings all at once.
Through the haze of my orgasm, I feel him start to move again. Short, sharp thrusts that have his knot tugging at my entrance with each movement. The sensation is indescribable and I start spiraling into another orgasm immediately.
I'm still coming when I feel him swell even larger inside me. A roar tears from his throat as he starts to come, too. The flood of his seed is hot and copious, filling me so much, I swear it’s warming me from the inside.
The pressure, the fullness, the rhythmic pulses of his cock inside me... it's too much. I come again, each wave bleeding into the next until I lose all sense of time and self. There's nothing but ecstasy, nothing but the two of us joined together in the most primal way possible.
I don't know how long we stay locked together. It could be minutes, it could be hours. All I know is that when I finally come back to myself, I'm trembling and covered in a fine sheen of sweat.
The Knight is still inside me, his knot keeping us joined. He's lowered himself carefully onto his elbows, his massive frame curled protectively around me without crushing me under the weight of his solid body. His face is buried in the crook of my neck, soft purrs rumbling through his chest.
And those teeth… those impossibly sharp teeth are resting so delicately against my neck, my jugular, where they've been a thousand times over in my dreams.
One wrong move is all it would take, and yet…
I reach up with shaking hands, stroking his hair. "That… that was..." I trail off, unable to find words adequate to describe what just happened.
He lifts his head slightly, just enough for those blue eyes to meet mine. Carefully, so I can't see the rest of his scarred face. There's something different in his gaze now. Something softer, almost... worshipful. The rage and animalistic hunger is gone.
He looks so human like this.
"Thank you," I whisper, surprising myself with the sincerity of the words. "For being so gentle."
At least, as gentle as an eight-foot-tall monster alpha with an equally monster-sized cock can be.
He nuzzles against my throat with a contented, sighing purr that reverberates through my entire body. It's not quite words, but I swear I can almost understand him.
Almost hear him saying, "Mine."
And right now, I can't think of a reason to argue.
Chapter
Twenty-Nine
KNIGHT