Page 20 of Knot Quite Ready

I smile savagely, “Yes, to me."

Grabbing her waist, my wolf takes control, and we fuck her ruthlessly. I feel my orgasm build as I lose myself in her sweet pussy, her juices and our sweat making us slick as our bodies rode out the pleasure of her heat. I lose count of her orgasms as her pussy convulses over and over on my dick. I slam into her, reaching to roll her clit as I feel my balls tightening for the second time, only this time, my eyes almost roll back as my knot finally slips in, and her walls convulse as she screams.

I don’t hold back my shout of pleasure as my knot slams home, and I cum harder than I ever have in my life, her body squeezing and caressing my knot in the sweetest, most torturous of ways.

“Oh fuck, so fucking good."

Unable to move, I empty myself deep inside her with a yell, continuing to rub her sweet spot as she milks me dry.

"Yes, Little Wolf. Cum around this dick like the good girl you are. SO fucking tight and sweet."

Her body shudders over and over with pleasure, and my wolf preens as we fill her perfect pussy up with my cum. Needing this sweet torture, I reach down to pinch and roll her clit while I continue to grind myself inside of her, knowing my knot wasn’t going to abate anytime soon. She whimpers in pleasure and pain, moaning nonsense words into the pillow as I keep her body on edge. Soon, her deep breathing fills the room, and I carefully rearrange us to our sides, my knot still firmly inside her. Looking at her like this, body spent, I want more of her. I needed more time to learn everything that brought her pleasure, and I don’t think I would ever have enough time.

Chapter11

Aneira

Aneira

I’m lost in the sensation of Casimir. Time no longer holds any meaning to me, and we fuck like it’s the last day of our lives. He fills me in the best way possible, and my greedy pussy milks him for everything it’s worth. Our wolves take over while we lose ourselves to our baser instincts, no longer talking, but the pounding and slapping of our flesh are enough.

This heat has been the best and the worst ever. The best because he’s making me feel—fuck— I can’t even describe how much he stretches me, and the knot is so much better in person than even the most realistic dildo I could find. But it’s also the worst because even though my wolf keens in my chest at this bonding, and I’ve screamed ‘Alpha’ more times than I can count, there is still that niggling worry in the back of my mind that it would all implode on me, and I need to get myself out of this situation and clear my head once the bond haze wears off.

Which it finally does after eight long days of this fuck fest. I know my heat is wearing off when I suddenly need to leave the room to check on my shop. That slight worry about something other than my orgasm makes me slightly relieved that I won’t be so reliant on Casimir anymore, even if he is the sexiest distraction ever.

He’s asleep when I finally extract myself from his legs, which are tangled between mine, and his face is buried into my shoulder. I ignore the pang in my chest as I look down at his face as I pull out of his hold, but I need to firmly reassure myself that I’m an independent as fuck single woman that will stay that way for now, no matter how good his dick is. I will not be held accountable for what was screamed under the influence of cock. Nope. I’m going to have a shower and get back to work.

I’m sure Storm has done a fantastic job holding down the shop and the shifter wars while I’ve been otherwise entertained, but I need to be there myself. I’ve created a slice of heaven in this community. I need that small portion of control in my life, and after this week, I desperately need control. Although, admittedly, if there is one takeaway from this week, it’s that relinquishing control to the right person makes all the difference. Not once did I mind letting Casimir take the reins when all he cared about was my pleasure and happiness. But now? I felt an odd pang in my chest at the thought; I didn’t want to become dependent on someone else. I wanted to remain the independent omega that I was eight days ago, the one who wasn’t afraid of being alone, of facing the world and whatever it could throw at me.

You are still who you are; it is your mate's job to provide for you in every way. Your job is to do the same. Stop making things difficult.I feel my wolf stretch and stir before she settles back down, completely tuckered out. I don't bother responding, choosing to step into my shower instead.

I crank the shower up to Satan's Soup level and step into the infernal elixir, which does wonders to unwind my muscles which are deliciously tense from all the crazy sex positions I’ve been in. The urge to go back into my nest and fall into his arms is overwhelming, but with a mental yell of ‘this is Sparta’ I drop kick that sensation right into a deep hole of 'fuck you.'

Ignoring the fading marks on my body, I wash myself methodically and then step out onto the cool tiles and wrap a towel around myself. My reflection is still the same as ever when I stare at myself, but there is a certain glow, a healthiness to my skin that I’ve never had after a heat. Obviously, this is some magical mojo from Casimir. After my DIY heat phases, my skin always seemed a bit sallow. I scowl at my reflection, cursing myself for looking so fabulous after a sex-athon. This is also not a reason to fall into the 'mate' fantasy. Clearly, all I need to do is buy some better skin products.

I leave the bathroom, heading past my nest and going into my bedroom to change. Yet nothing I see is something I want to wear. Instead, I want to grab his clothes and bury myself in his scent. Fuck me. For all I know, he could be some sort of a serial killer wolf that collects the toenails of his victims. Okay, he wasn’t; that sort of depravity comes with a particular scent, but still.

I shove my body into a pair of leggings and a tank top, grabbing my trainers from my closet. My heart aches as I pass the picture of my mom while making my way out of the room. She gave me everything I needed to start fresh, and the last thing I want is to leave Cabria Falls behind. But, if she taught me anything, it was that there are no such things as happy endings in my pack. She thought she had found hers, and then my grandfather dragged her back into everything she had run away from in the first place. That's all I need—giving in to my wolf and then being found and stolen away anyway.

So while I didn't want to leave, I would if I had to. Storm might not like it if I locked her in the boot of my car, but she’s my BFF, and I don't think I could live without her now. Fuck, if horse boy is her mate, then he might have to come too. Maybe if I ask him really nicely, he could shift, and we ride him away somewhere.

But maybe riding off into the sunset on my best-friends mate isn't the best idea. But I can always ride Storm. It’s part of the best friend code, right? Thou Shall Shift and Carry Your Broken Friend to Paradise. I would have to figure out how to ask that question without pissing off Calian. But I did have a tendency of putting my foot in my mouth.

Just like when I was at school, and this boy I liked smiled at me, and I yelled out and asked if his pubes were as red as his hair. It was so fucking quiet in the room that everyone heard, and I didn’t hear the end of it for fucking weeks.

Thankfully, he saw the funny side, but I never got a date. He ended up with Susie Jeffers after that, which made me die a little inside every time we locked eyes. Last I heard, they were mated, living together.

Blech, married bliss.

Casimir is still out for the count when I sneak into the nest to snag his shirt before leaving. I would never admit it. Not even to myself. Nope, I didn't do it.

My phone is on the stand next to the front door, and I swipe it on my way down to the shop. Fuck, it doesn’t have any battery. Thankfully I have a spare charger downstairs, so there’s no risk of having to go back and risk waking up the sex on legs, I was lucky he was still sleeping, but heats are hard on your partner; moon knows how many vibrators I’ve had to replace. Rest In Peace.

My fucking wolf whines, and I have to mentally tap her sharply on the nose to get her to heel so she doesn’t fight with me and try returning to bed. Calm down, you Feverish Furball, I chastise her, when she makes a little yip in my head. I get the image of her baring her teeth at me, using that name for her, making my lips quirk into a grin.

The shop is quiet and has a little bit of a musty tang to the air, which surprises me as I thought Storm was holding down the fort. Worry courses through me as I hunt for the charger and wait impatiently while it decides to turn on.

“Come on, stupid piece of shit,” I growl, tapping my foot until finally, I can call my best friend. It rings out, and then I get through to her chirpy voicemail.

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