Page 38 of A Heart in Knots

“I love it when you ask.” He kissed me between the shoulderblades and adjusted his position. I was so needy that slick continued to seep from my quivering sex, luring him with my perfume.

His cock touched the trembling petals between my legs, hot and hard already. He ran the length of himself against me, unfolding me, opening me, my body instinctively kissing his organ with want.

“But I’m not sure you’re ready,” he said.

His hands went to my thighs and he clamped them shut around his cock. He thrust. Hard. Fucking my slick-soaked thighs and running against my clit and belly. New instincts took over and I began to move my hips, grinding against him, aching for pleasure while he slid against me, my legs and pussy caressing all sides of Crux with heat and slippery softness.

I gasped, clawing at the sheets and wondering why this felt as good as it did. I wanted him inside me, deep, his knot stretching me, but for some reason this was almost as satisfying. It wouldn’t keep me all night, but for now it tamed me. I purred his name.

“Fuck,” he groaned, and swiped his palm against my pussy peeking between my thighs. “When was the last time you were so fucking wet?”

“I told you I needed you.”

He brought his hand forward and slid his dripping fingers into my mouth. I tasted my own bouquet of bluebells and berries on my tongue. A full body shudder racked right through me as a torrent of pre-orgasmic slick showered onto Crux and the bed.

“Please-” I managed to moan around his fingers. I thrust my ass toward his hips and reached one hand behind to grab my ass and tug, exposing either opening for him to choose from. “Fuck me!” I didn’t care which one, I just wanted to be full of my alpha.

“So demanding,” he teased, nipping at my earlobe. He drew back and out from between my thighs. Even that absence left a strange ache. His hand left my mouth and found mine. We laced our fingers together.

My back arched as Crux pushed into me, the feeling so familiar and right. He nuzzled me, his hand clasped mine tight, and I nuzzled him in return as he bucked his hips. My dear, precious, fragile Crux moved over me, his larger body looming over mine, pressed to every inch of my back, his heart pounding with somuch power I could feel it against my ribs. He burrowed his face into my hair, getting lost in the soft, silky waves of my mane.

Minutes dropped away with each thrust, it could have been seconds, it could have been hours. Time had melted and evaporated into nothing as my pleasure climbed and saturated every nerve of my body. Then, it was too much to contain, and all that built up tension exploded out of me just as Crux drove his bulging knot past my pussy and locked himself inside of me. As enraptured as I was, I could feel his hot, thick release fill me up, take up all the empty space inside my body and claim it with his essence as my blueberry bushes blossomed on his graves.

Chapter 24

ROWAN

Theapartmentwassoquiet. I had noticed it before, when I came back from the hospital after the accident, but over time, the effect gradually became less shocking and stark. A person could get used to almost anything. So, though the apartment still was lacking Indigo’s warmth and presence, the silence had somewhat settled.

Until now.

Apparently, meeting people made me realize how empty my existence had become. Now it was just me and Tracker, and the apartment was a hollow, moaning chasm. Silence so loud it was impossible not to notice.

I hadn’t slept in our bed since the accident. I just couldn’t bring myself to do it. It was too big without her, too cold. Thecouch had started to shape itself to my prone body, but I woke up with back aches and sore muscles.

If I managed to catch any sleep at all.

I reached for my phone and woke the screen, a weak beacon of blue light in a vast, dark cave of a living room. The clock said 12:05am.

I swiped to my contacts. My thumbs were moving even before I registered what I was doing

Can’t sleep.

That was stupid. What desperate idiot randomly texts a woman they barely know? Especially after midnight. Only creeps, drunks and perverts–

Three little dots danced in the corner of my screen.

Skye

Me neither.

After I tamped down the shock that she actually replied, I started typing.

Turns out we have something in common then.

Skye

Seems like it.

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