Page 11 of Knotted
“Please As, I need more.”
His chuckle was gravel. His breath was the bellows. He moved over me with slick movements that made obscene noises as my cream coated both of us.
“Take what you need, love.” We rolled again, and he was under me. I rose up and used my hands on his chest to brace me as I rode him. I could have taken him. The need to have him inside me was so great, but I ground against him. He wasn’t budging, and I wasn’t taking what he wasn’t offering. No matter how much we both wanted it.
Asmodeus’ claws came to my hips, helping move me back and forth. Holding me against him. I looked down and jerked in his grasp.
I’d never considered what a werewolf cock would actually look like, but it was definitely not like a human dick. It was thick and veiny. The dark red color looked painful andangry. The head wasn’t a full mushroom cap but more angled, with a flared head on one side.
And it was huge.
I wouldn’t compare it to my forearm. But it wasn’t far off. Like, maybe the forearm of a skinny person. Either way, the thing was huge.
The most notable thing though, was the large round knot at the base of his cock. It was half again the circumference of his shaft and I shuddered as I imagined the stretch of it inside me.
“That’s right, love. Think about how good it would be.” He circled his hips and brought me down against him.
“Look at you, splayed around me and so wet.”
Thrust.
“Listen to how soaked you are.”
Thrust.
“I can’t stop thinking about how good you taste.”
Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.
“I’m going to love making you mine.”
He jerked me hard against him, and I exploded. My hands fisted in the fur on his chest and my legs shook. I felt weak and lightheaded as I crashed down against him.
I shoved up as the first spurt of cum hit my belly. It was hot, like dipping a finger in a cooling candle wax. It didn’t burn. Not exactly. More of the heat of a fresh sunburn.
“Look what you made me do.” He grumbled, reaching between us to grab his cock and stroke it. A few more spurts sprayed out, splattering my belly and his. He groaned before taking my hand and sliding it through the sticky fluid on my belly. He brought it to my lips.
With only a moment of hesitation, I opened my mouth and allowed him to push my fingers between my lips. It wasn’t something I’d usually do, but there was a part of mecurious to know what the demon tasted like. The answer was spicy, like cloves and cinnamon.
“I’d prefer if it was my cock you were sucking my cum off of, but watching you do it is nearly as good. Someday.” I removed my fingers from my mouth and rolled off of him. I laid sprawled on my back, staring at the ceiling.
What the fuck had I just done?
“There isn’t going to be a someday.” I said quietly.
“Yes, there will.” He was so sure, and that confidence struck my anger like flint to moss.
“No, there won’t be. This was a mistake. Everything about you being here has been a mistake.” I got up and grabbed a baggy shirt out of my dresser and yanked it on. With all the weight I’d gained recently, it barely covered my ass but it was better than being naked.
He surged off of the bed and stalked me down. I stood my ground, refusing to cower before him. I’m not sure at what point I stopped being afraid of him, but I was fairly certain he wasn’t going to hurt me.
“Nothing about us is a mistake.” He reached out and tangled a hand in my hair. “One day, you’ll see that.”
He released me and walked out of my room. If it felt colder without his presence, I ignored it.
Chapter
Ten
