Page 29 of Knot Gonna Lie
His chuckle vibrated against my ear, warm and teasing, before his teeth grazed my lobe, sharp enough to make me gasp. “Maybe. But I’ve no doubt you’ll have me first. You possess beauty beyond compare—” He inhaled deeply, nose brushing my neck. “Like a dessert I want to devour until there’s nothing left. Beyond that, you’re kind and don’t demand…much.”
“Wrong.” My voice cracked, a whine threading through it. “I demand you inside me. Your knot. Your mark. Now,Luca. Why are you dragging this out?”
He laughed softly, lips brushing my shoulder. “Because this is our first, and I want to savor you. Your heat will demand raw, relentless fucking—quantity over quality. Let me give you this first.”
His fingers pinched my nipple, a gentle twist that made me arch against him, molten pleasure pooling in my core. Myeyes fluttered shut, overwhelmed by the sensation, like honey dripping slow and thick through my veins. His other hand slid down, tracing the trembling curve of my belly, until his palm cupped my sex. I moaned, loud and unashamed, grinding back against his cock, its heat a promise against my skin.
“So wet already,” Luca purred, his middle finger slipping between my folds, teasing the slick center of me. “I bet you taste as sweet as you smell.”
My knees buckled, but his arm held me upright, his strength a tether to my unraveling control. He ground against me, slow and deliberate, his finger tracing lazy circles over my lips, maddeningly soft. I wanted to scream, to beg him to plunge deeper, to claim me until I forgot my own name.
If this was a test, I’d fail gloriously—anything to feel his mark sear my soul.
“Let me show you gentle,” he whispered, lips trailing kisses along my neck, each one a soft prayer. “So I don’t feel guilty when I take you rough and wild during your heat.”
I nodded, words lost to the storm of sensation. His presence enveloped me, a cocoon of heat and want, and yet I ached for more—for him to fill me, to make me his. His finger pressed deeper, teasing my entrance, while his other hand parted my folds, exposing me to his touch. He circled slowly, memorizing every shiver, every pulse, before retreating and starting again. I rocked my hips, desperate to force his pace, but he held firm, unyielding.
“You’re doing so well,” he murmured, voice a velvet growl. His hand slid upward, spreading my slickness, until his fingers found my clit. “Just a little longer, Elara.”
A shockwave ripped through me as he rubbed tight circles, each stroke sending fire licking through my veins. My thighs trembled, slick coating them as cool air kissed the wetness, a stark contrast to the inferno of his body pressed against mine.His cock, still trapped in his pants, nudged my ass, and I rocked back, craving the friction, the promise of him.
Suddenly, his hand left my breast, hooking my leg and lifting it over his arm. I gasped, balance faltering, but before I could speak, he plunged two fingers—ring and middle—deep into my core. The sudden stretch stole my breath, my nails clawing at his thighs as my body clenched around him.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he growled, thrusting his skilled fingers in and out, each movement slick and precise. “I can’t wait to see you unravel.”
His thumb found my clit, flicking in time with his thrusts, building a pressure so intense it bordered on pain. My breaths came fast, shallow, my heartbeat a deafening roar. His words wove through the haze, raw and filthy. “I love how you squeeze me, so wet and tight. I can’t wait to feel you around my cock, Elara. Hard and aching for you.”
His words shattered me. Lightning tore through my body, my eyes snapping open as I screamed, shaking in his arms. His fingers didn’t stop, coaxing every wave of ecstasy until I was limp, gasping. Slowly, he withdrew, lowering my leg and wrapping his arms around my waist to keep me upright.
“You’re perfect,” he whispered, voice thick with awe. “Wet enough for my knot, I think.”
“More than ready,” I rasped, throat raw. “I need you, Luca. Your knot. Your mark. Claim me.”
He lifted me effortlessly, his eyes darkening with something primal as he set me on the nest’s edge. “Tell me how you want it.”
“Hard. Fast. Now.” My voice trembled with want. “Make me feel how much you need this.”
His jaw tightened, restraint fraying. “You think I don’t want you? I couldn’t sleep last night, Elara. Your scent clung to me, driving me mad until I could barely think.”
“Then stop teasing,” I whined, reaching for him. “Give me a taste of how your rut will be.”
He moved like a predator, tearing off his shirt, buttons scattering. His belt hit the floor, pants following, until he stood bare, his cock thick and weeping, a bead of precum glistening at the tip. My core clenched at the sight, arousal flaring anew. He was magnificent, every inch the alpha I’d chosen.
Before I could touch him, he grabbed my wrist, flipping me onto my stomach with a swift, controlled motion. His arm banded around my waist, lifting me to my knees. His heat pressed against my thigh, so close I could feel its pulse.
“Last chance,” he purred, voice tight with barely leashed hunger. “Tell me to stop, and I will.”
“I want this.” I gripped the sheets, raising my hips to meet his warmth. “Mark me,Luca. I’m yours.”
“Your command is mine.” His grip tightened, a delicious edge of dominance. “It’ll be my honor to make you mine.”
A whimper slipped from my lips as he pulled away. I arched back instinctively, wiggling my hips, chasing the heat of his body.
His hand pressed to the small of my back just as a soft pop filled the air.
Luca chuckled, low and rough. “Doesn’t matter how wet you are,” he said, teasing. “Doesn’t matter how much you beg—I’m not taking you raw.”
His cock slid up my thigh, nestling between my folds, hot and heavy. He gripped my hips, easing forward, stretching me with exquisite slowness. “So ready,” he growled, rocking back and forth, each thrust opening me further. “You’re taking me perfectly.”
