Page 103 of Unhinged
She doesn’t argue. Her hand slides down between us, fingers moving in quick little circles. Her whole body trembles.
“Fuck,” she gasps, bouncing harder.
“That’s it, Gidge. Fuck. Ride me, baby.”
She throws her head back, crying out again and again, her body getting tighter and tighter around me.
I hold off as long as I can. I don’t want to come until she does. It’s torture. I’m shaking with the effort.
Then she slams down one more time and screams.
Her cunt clamps down on me, strangling my cock as my knot swells andpops insideher. She whimpers, moaning through her orgasm as I finally let go, roaring as I come deep, rope after rope of cum pumping into her.
I’ve never knotted anyone before. Didn’t think it would be like this. Didn’t know it would feel so… right.
She’s still panting when she starts to panic. Her eyes go wide. She tries to move, to stand—but she can’t. She lets out a sharp noise and I see the fear flash behind her eyes.
“Shhh,” I say fast. The panic in her voice cuts right through me. I jerk at the cuffs, twisting my wrists hard—once, then again. The metal digs into my skin, but I don’t care. I grit my teeth and yank hard. The cuffs give with a sharp snap, sending a jolt through my arms. I’m free.
I grab her and pull her tight against me, wrapping my arms around her. “Shhh. It’s okay, baby. You’re okay. I’ve got you.”
“I’ve never been knotted… not since that night,” she chokes out. “I didn’t mean to—I didn’t want?—”
Her chest is heaving. She’s spiraling.
“Brydgett!” I bark.
She snaps her head toward me. Her face is pale as a ghost.
“You didn’t mean to. I know. You were in the zone. It just happened. You’re okay. Does it hurt?”
“No,” she says. “It feels good. Fuck—I’m horny again already.”
I chuckle, soft. “That’s normal. You’ll be able to get up as soon as it deflates. We’re okay. We’re okay, right? Shit—this is my fault. I’m sorry.”
“No,” she snaps. “I was in control. I just got carried away. I’m good. We’re good. It just… took me back for a second. But this—this is different. So different.”
We sit like that—me still inside her, knot keeping us locked—while I whisper against her ear.
“You’re perfect. You’re safe. You’re amazing.”
When it finally goes down, she stands, a little wobbly but solid. She dresses fast. I shake out my hands, roll my shoulders, and she unties my ankles.
I stand and scoop her into my arms before she can say anything, pressing her back against the cold wall and kissing the fuck out of her.
“You’re mine, Gidge,” I murmur, breathless against her lips. “No matter where you go. No matter what you do. You’re mine. I’ll protect you always. Even if it means shooting the other two.”
She giggles, forehead resting against mine. “Being yours and Arrow’s is growing on me.”
“And Gears?”
She rolls her eyes. “He’s an asshole. But yeah… him too.”
“Good,” I growl, kissing her again. “We’re not perfect, babe—but you’re ours now. And we don’t let go.”
She kisses me back, softer this time. Then sets her feet on the floor.
“Sleep in my bed tonight?” she asks.
