Page 28 of Lucky or Knot
“Will you—”
“No.”
My buried claws flexed involuntarily, one of them catching on a mattress spring, bits of shredded bedding floating up into the air. I tasted blood as one of my fangs dug into my lip. Sweat dampened my shirt and trickled down my temples, and my limbs had gone rigid with the strain ofnot doing anything.
“For the love of—”
“I want you like this,” he said. The faintest tremor ran through his voice. “Exactly like this, and I’ll do what I want with you.”
Bravado, not confidence. Even though I couldn’t hear much over the staccato thudding of my own racing heart, I could hear that.
And so I forced my head back until my neck ached, scraped my claws through the bed’s torn-up innards, dug my heels in, and stayed in place through sheer force of will as he unfastened my jeans, peeled them open in front, and tugged the waist of my boxers down. When his hand wrapped around my straining length I groaned and bucked but didn’t otherwise move, vision blurring as he rewarded me by stroking all the way up, running his thumb over my swollen cockhead, and then stroking all the way down again, gripping me hard around the base of my cock.
I throbbed in his grip, the part of my shaft that would swell into my knot already thickening and tingling.
He’d reached around behind himself, arching his back, somehow managing to prep his ass while he kept up his stroke-and-twist…as if he did this a lot. Practiced, it looked fuckingpracticed, and the edges of my vision went blood-red and sparkly as I realized why.
But he’d chosen this. Chosen me. I had to remember that.
Raven let out a soft moan and brought his hand back around, giving his own cock a teasing tug. The glitter of his eyes and the deep, rosy pink of his parted lips and flushed cheeks didn’t look like they belonged to a man who wished himself elsewhere.
He paused, biting his lip, one hand barely wrapping all the way around my thick cock and the other with a much better grip on his own. He squeezed us both at once. My head pressed into the pillow as my back arched, and I groaned, the thrill of it rolling up my spine and lodging in what I had left of my brain.
For an instant I pictured what someone watching us would see. Raven’s slim, naked figure poised over me, hair flowing down around him, long legs splayed open around my big body, with only my cock out of my clothes and standing up like a flagpole, and my shoulders and arms rigid with straining muscle, my eyes glowing.
If we had it on video, we’d make a killing on a porn site. And it had very little to do with me. Alphas were pretty standard in porn, but Raven…
…And then the vision dissipated as he moved, shifting forward and positioning himself over my cock, his balls brushing over the head tantalizingly as he did.
As he settled, my cockhead pressed against the slick softness behind them and the slight give of his wet hole. Did I dare to thrust up and into him? Probably not. He might stop like he’d threatened. So I held perfectly still except for my chest heaving as he lowered himself, muttering curses as my cock slipped and he had to recenter, and then finally shoved down with his hips.
The head of my cock popped inside him, the sudden heat and tightness exploding stars behind my eyelids as my whole body went stiff.
Fuck.Fuck, no one should feel so good on the inside, my cock sliding into hot honey, the silky grip of his inner flesh, the texture of him. Without needing to think about moving my body, thrusting, holding him in place, my focus narrowed down to the way he clenched and released as he got used to the stretch and fullness, the slow rotation of his hips.
His gaze sharpened, eyes boring holes in my face. What was he looking for? I didn’t know, and I wouldn’t have lied and given him what he wanted even if I knew how. Raven had finally been honest with me, and he deserved the same.
And even if he hadn’t, lying to him in this moment, as he gave himself to me, would’ve made me pond scum.
Nothing to say came to me, anyway. Nothing seemed like enough. There were times when I liked to talk during sex. Encouragement, praise, demands, or narration, depending on the occasion and the other person. But like last time with Raven, I couldn’t even find words to describe how it felt to be with him, to be inside him, to be connected to him so intimately.
Raven leaned forward and laid his hands on my chest, hair swinging forward and swishing over my sides. Gods, I wished I’d had my shirt off so I could’ve felt it tickling my skin.
But Raven didn’t want my shirt off. He wanted me exactly how he’d arranged me, and he probably didn’t get to fuck the way he wanted all that often, did he?
Fuck.
“If you were mine,” I choked out, as he pushed down, seating his hips, my cock buried as deep in him as he could get it, “fuck, if you were—gods, that feels—you’d always have me however you wanted me.”
For a moment his mouth dropped open in shock—nearlyas much as my own at having said it in the first place. And then he bared his teeth at me, eyes flashing.
“I’d never be yours.” The words pierced my chest and lodged there, but I didn’t have a lot of time to think about it before he lifted up on his knees, the thick length of my cock sliding almost all the way out of him, the air cold on my wet skin, and then slammed down again, hard. “I couldn’t.”
Another lift, agonizingly slow, and then he forced himself down, whimpering as I stretched him open again, the squeeze around my shaft on the edge of pain. And also on the edge of making me come, my gods.
“This doesn’t mean—oh,” he gasped, because I couldn’t take it anymore, and I braced my feet and thrust up with my hips, my embedded claws giving me even more leverage.
More stars behind my half-closed eyelids, black and red, as he retaliated with a sudden constriction of his inner muscles that throttled my cock and imprinted the texture of his insides onto my shaft. The world spun around one fixed point: Raven, his head hanging down, fucking himself on me harder and harder, his fingers digging clawlike into my chest. I met him on every thrust, grinding my cock into him, opening him up for the knot that had started to form at the base of my cock as I came closer and closer to losing control.
