Page 129 of Knot So Fast
Locked together, unstoppable, and free.
# Scene 2 - from Auren Vale's point of view
We don’t even make it to the next stoplight before he’s hard again. I barely have to move—just the subtle squeeze and flex of my thighs, a little shift in the angle of my hips—and I can feel him thickening inside me, the blood rush making him pulse withevery heartbeat. My own blood’s not exactly behaving either. I’m hot and tight and embarrassingly ready for round two, despite the fact that we just shattered the speed record for car sex in the middle of Barcelona’s city center.
The car swings around a corner, getting onto the freeway, and I take the opportunity to really set the pace. With every slight acceleration, every change in speed, the movement shoves me down further on his cock, and the friction is so intense it makes my head spin. I brace my hands on his chest, using him for leverage, and ride him slow and deep, every movement calculated for maximum pressure.
He lets me take the lead. Or maybe he just wants to see what I’ll do when I’m in control. Either way, he’s watching me with that lazy, hungry look that should come with a warning label. I can see every microexpression: the flex of his jaw when I clench around him, the narrowing of his eyes when I twist my hips, the way his tongue darts out to wet his lips when I arch my back and bare my throat.
Outside, the world is nothing but a blur of headlights and shadow. Inside, it’s like a private auditorium for two, the low hum of the engine and the leather creaking under us just more instruments in the symphony of us.
He reaches up, hands cupping my breasts through the thin fabric of the dress, then—never breaking eye contact—he tugs the top down until I’m spilling out for him, nipples hard and aching. The chill of the air is nothing compared to the heat of his mouth when he leans in, lips closing over one nipple and sucking slow and deep, like he wants to taste every ounce of me.
I make a sound—I think it’s a moan, but it could just as easily be a sob—and grind down harder, desperate to feel all of him. He switches to the other breast, licking a hot, wet path across my skin, then bites just hard enough to make me gasp.
“That’s it,” he murmurs, voice almost reverent. “God, I fucking love you like this.”
The words make my stomach flip, and something in my chest goes molten. I ride him harder, chasing the edge, and he responds by digging his fingers into my ass, using his strength to control the thrusts from below.
“Come for me,” he says, tone gone from teasing to raw, almost pleading. “I want to feel you lose it, Auren. I want you to show me how much you need me.”
I’m so close it’s stupid. My thighs are shaking, vision going white at the edges, every nerve ending dialed to eleven. I bite my own wrist to keep from screaming, but even so, the sound that rips out of me is louder than I intended.
He’s right there with me, pushing up into me with hard, deep thrusts, sweat breaking on his brow as he chases his own release. We come together, both of us shaking, the intensity so strong it feels like an out-of-body experience. I collapse forward, hands braced on his shoulders, and he wraps his arms around me, holding me as our breathing syncs back up.
For a minute, neither of us speaks. We just stay like that, locked together, sharing the kind of silence that only comes after something cataclysmic.
Then, slowly, I feel the swelling at the base of his cock—the signature Alpha knotting that every Omega in the world is warned about but secretly craves. It’s not supposed to happen unless you’re in heat, but I guess our bodies didn’t get the memo.
He starts to pull out, like he’s trying to spare me the awkwardness, but I grab the back of his neck and make him look at me.
“Don’t even think about it,” I say, voice hoarse. “You know what I want.”
He hesitates, searching my eyes for something—permission, forgiveness, maybe just a sign that I’m not going to break again.
“You really want this?” he asks, like the answer isn’t already written in every line of my body.
“Fuck yeah,” I say. “And if I regret it later, you’d better prove why fate brought us back together a second time.”
He laughs—a broken, awestruck sound—then crushes our mouths together in a kiss that’s all teeth and tongue and desperate hope. The knot slides in, thick and stretching, and the pain-pleasure of it hits me so hard I black out for a second, clutching him as my body goes liquid.
He holds still, letting me adjust, but the look on his face is pure triumph. “You’re mine now,” he whispers, words so soft they barely make it past our lips.
“Yours,” I agree, and in that moment, I mean it.
The world shrinks down to the tight, aching connection where we’re fused together, the heat of his cock filling me to the brim, the pulse of his heartbeat echoing in my core. I come again, softer this time, waves of pleasure rolling over me in slow motion as he groans and buries his face in my hair.
He bites down on the curve of my neck, marking me in the way only an Alpha can, and the sensation is so perfect I almost sob. It’s like déjà vu—like I’ve lived this moment before, only now it’s more, bigger, brighter, burned into my memory forever.
We ride out the aftershocks together, knotted up and totally, helplessly undone.
And for the first time in a long, long time, I don’t feel like running away.
I feel like coming home.
# Scene 3 - from Auren Vale's point of view
By the time the driver takes the next exit, my entire lower half is numb. Not in a bad way—more like the kind of jelly-limbed, post-orgasmic haze that makes it impossible to remember how human bodies are supposed to work. Lachlan is still knotted inside me, arms wrapped around my back, chinresting on my hair. For a while, neither of us says a word. We just soak in it—sweat, sex, and the kind of mutual exhaustion that feels a lot like victory.
