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“Fuck, yes. You feel so good.”

I have no words. His cock buried deep inside me feels so right, I want to weep with joy. It proves everything to me that I was trying to deny or shove aside. I belong to him. He belongs to me. I am destined to be his mate and I want nothing more than to be tied to him and the other alphas. He brings his hips back, only to thrust deeper inside me again, our gazes transfixed to each other in our reflections.

“Soak my cock, kitty,” he whispers.

I tremble against him, my slick covering his cock. Already I can feel my climax building. It’s going to hit me like a freight train. He pounds into me, harder, deeper, faster. I open my legs wider, stick my arse up higher to give him even more access. He lets go of my hands and grabs my hips, slamming up against me, exhaling heavily, making the wisps of my hair tickle my neck.

“Benjamin,” I cry out as the orgasm slams into me. I release a long, low purr. He growls in response, gripping my hips harder. He places his mouth to my neck and opens up. I tilt my head, so ready to accept his mating bite, but with a snarl of irritation he pulls back and bites my shoulder instead.

My pussy clenches around his cock, tightening its hold on him possessively, never wanting to let him go.

“That’s it, kitty, hold onto me. Never let me go.”

“Ah!” I cry out again, shuddering wildly, my nipples so hard, they are aching.

My skin is red hot, I can see my flushed face in the mirror. Benjamin is panting as he pounds into me, thrusting fast and furious.

He lets out a loud grunt when he shoots his load into me, his fingers digging into my hips and bruising me.

“Faith. I’ve waited so long for you. Faith. You’re here. You’re mine,” he whispers into my hair and then he withdraws from me, leaving me wanting more. I knew not to expect a knot from him. I’m not in my heat yet. He isn’t in his rut. But it makes the decision for me that in a couple of days, I will take them all into my nest and let them relieve me. I will come all over their knots until I can’t come anymore, and I can’t fucking wait.

ChapterTwenty-Three

Faith

My breathing slows down. I press my hot forehead to the cool mirror. Benjamin runs his hand down my back, and I flex my shoulders, feeling the deep need inside me for him to keep touching me.

“Sorry,” he whispers before he gives me a soft kiss behind my ear. “I shouldn’t have done that. You are precious. You deserve more.”

“More than a fucking good shag with a hot guy?” I ask before my runaway mouth can stop itself.

He chuckles. “It was a fucking good shag. You have no idea how much I needed it with you. But I should have restrained myself, and now I need to go and tell Seb.” His sigh speaks volumes. He is going to get his arse kicked. Severely.

“Let me clean up and I’ll come with you.”

He turns me around, a look of surprise on his face. “As much as I appreciate the protection you will undeniably bring me, I’m a big boy. I can handle it.”

The girly giggle erupts, and I press my lips together to try to stop it, but it’s too late.

He gives me an arched eyebrow. “Glad that my impending arse-kicking is amusing to you.”

“It’s not that,” I choke out before I laugh for real. “It’s—it’s, well, no one has ever said I could protect them. The big bad alpha being protected by the little omega. It’s funny and not at all true, but I want to face the music with you. It’s only fair.”

He laughs gently. “You still have no idea the effect you have on this pack, do you?”

I lower my eyes, embarrassed by his intense gaze.

To my surprise, he doesn’t push it. He just bends down to retrieve my towel and he wraps it around me, covering me up.

“Let me clean you up, Faith.”

I shake my head, mortified. “No, no, you don’t have to.”

“Iwantto,” he says firmly and scoops me up in his arms so I can’t escape him.

He takes me to the bathroom and places me on my feet while he turns the shower on. “Your skin is on fire,” he murmurs. “You’re getting close. Cooler?”

I nod, really loving this side to him. Caring and attentiveness didn’t seem to be his style. Regardless of no words, I’m learning about him anyway.