Page 30 of Lucky or Knot
“Ha!” And then, “Ha!” again. Raven grinned at me, adimple appearing in one flushed cheek. “You really aren’t all that much smarter than you look, are you?”
I really, really wasn’t.
“You,” I said, getting a firmer grip on his perfect handful of an ass, “really ought to be more careful,” and I braced my feet, “about what you say to the weretiger who has you—”
“Oh!” he cried out, his eyes growing round. I shoved off and flipped us in a move fully worthy of someone who’d spent as much time working a strip club stage as I had.
“—knotted and pinned,” I finished in a low growl, as his head bounced on the pillow and I landed on top of him, his legs around my thighs.
I’d held him flush against me so that my knot couldn’t pull painfully on his stretched hole, but he whimpered, eyes sliding shut, as I thrust down into him, circling my hips, stretching him even more.
“I may not be much smarter than I look,” I said, “but that doesn’t mean you can get away with anything you want.”
Raven opened his eyes and blinked, fluttering his lashes. “I’ll be more circumspect in future.” His voice quivered, and the corners of his mouth twitched. Oh, for fuck’s sake, what now… “In fact, it’ll be—oh, ha, it’ll be—grrreat!”
And his face scrunched up and went rosy pink as he dissolved into helpless chuckles, his eyes shiny-bright.
For a long moment, I simply couldn’t believe my ears.
Grrreat!
Fucking son of a bitch.
My parents had been blissfully unaware of the connotations of being a weretiger named Tony, American cereal ads not having been a part of their Turkish cultural consciousness. A few thousand miles had been enough to keep them ignorant.
But a fairy, an actual magical being from across the divideof our mortal realm, somehow apparently knew about Tony the Tiger.
I stared down at him open-mouthed as he howled with laughter, vibrating with it, muscles clenching rhythmically around my knot, massaging me. He had my half-hard cock, fuck, myhardeningcock, buried inside him, and he had the nerve—oh, he was going to get it.
Bracing my knees, I shoved deep into his wet heat. Raven choked, his laughter cutting off in a long, shaky moan. Another thrust, working my knot against his sweet spot, my cock splitting him open as I stirred his insides, and he moaned again, head thrown back against the pillow, staring up at me transfixed.
“That’s right,” I said, and thrust again. “You want to play that game? I can play that game.”
“What—oh, gods above—what game? I’m not playing any—oh!”
“Yes, you are, and I’m winning.”
Jesus Christ, yeah, I was winning, because I was balls-deep in the most beautiful man I’d ever met, ever even imagined, fucking him in earnest, now, pounding him into the shredded remnants of the bed, making him mine. At least for now. For tonight. For this stolen moment out of the twin chaos of our fucked-up lives.
I lifted him up with the arm I still had wrapped underneath him, holding him close, feeling his legs tangled around mine and his arms winding around my neck and my cock inside him and the sweaty heat between my muscled chest and his soft skin, our combined scents twining around us and making me lightheaded.
Or maybe that was just the oncoming rush of another orgasm, as irresistible as a tidal wave.
Raven’s hair brushed my lips and cheek as I turned my head to find his mouth—and he twisted away from me with apained-sounding murmur.
That stung, gods, sending a lance of pain all the way down into my stomach, but I latched onto the side of his neck instead, sucking hard, the flavor of him bursting on my tongue, bright and sharp and sweet.
If he really did belong to me, I’d mouth down to the juncture of his shoulder and bite, mark him, claim him.
Sparks burst behind my eyelids as I thrust harder, impossibly deeper, into the grip of his body, and filled him again, with a sudden cresting thrill that verged on agony.
He cried out, a counterpoint to my muffled roar, and more wetness spread against my stomach.
Nothing existed but him. My whole body shuddered, the twisting aftermath of my climax tugging me inward, and I let my head drop down to rest a bit above his, forehead on the mattress. Somehow, even after being flipped like a pancake and vigorously fucked with a knotted alpha cock, he’d managed to keep himself perfectly centered on the pillow.
Maybe I was lucky he’d snuck out the other night. Three times his size, and I just knew I’d have ended up clinging to the edge of the bed with no blankets or pillows.
Or on the floor.
