Page 121 of Down Knot Out
“Slow,” he says, though his own breathing comes out ragged with need. “Let me take care of you.”
He hooks his fingers into my waistband and pulls the flannel down inch by torturous inch, his beard scraping my thighs as he follows the fabric’s retreat with his mouth. By the time he tosses them aside, I’m shaking, my body a live wire of sensation.
Without the others here, the nest is too big, too empty. The cushions and blankets we piled together cradle my body, but I need more. I need weight and pressure and the scrape of his beard on my throat.
“Please.” I spread my legs.
Blake sheds the rest of his clothes, his cock standing hard and ready between powerful thighs. The sight of him naked, all muscle and ink andhunger, sends another pulse of wet heat through my core.
His big body covers mine, and he braces himself on his forearms to keep his weight off my smaller frame. “Tell me what you need.”
“You,” I pant, hands clutching at his shoulders. “Inside me. Now.”
He shifts, aligning our bodies, the head of his cock nudging my entrance. The first contact draws a moan from both of us, the sound harmonizing in the quiet room.
He pushed forward by slow degrees, the stretch burning in that perfect way that says my body was made for this. Made for him. I arch, taking him deeper, my legs wrapping around his hips to urge him forward.
When he bottoms out, we both pause, breathing hard. The fullness borders on too much, but my body adjusts, muscles fluttering around his length as they relearn the shape of him. Everything feels so muchmorewith my folds swollen and slick dripping down my thighs with the need to bond, to mate, to claim this Alpha as mine and for him to claim me in return.
“Move,” I beg. “Please, Alpha.”
Blake groans, hips withdrawing before thrusting forward again, setting a rhythm thatbuilds like wildfire. Each thrust stokes the flames higher, my skin flushing hot, then cold. My fingers dig into his biceps, the muscles flexing beneath inked skin. His pheromones surround me, wrapping around my senses until everything narrows to the connection between our bodies.
“You’re mine.” His beard scrapes the tender skin of my throat. “Say it.”
“Yours,” I gasp as he hits a spot deep inside that causes stars to explode behind my eyelids. “Mark me, Blake.”
The pleasure builds, coiling tighter with each thrust. My body opens for him, slick easing the way as he moves faster, harder. His hand slides between us to circle my clit, and the dual sensation pulls a cry from me.
“That’s it,” he encourages, eyes locked on mine. “Let go for me.”
The pressure inside me crests and breaks, pleasure washing through my body in waves so intense my vision blurs at the edges. I cry his name, over and over, as the orgasm rolls through me.
As Blake dips his head to my shoulder, his teeth grazing the curve where neck meets shoulder, a new kind of tension coils inside me.
“Please.” I tilt my head to expose more of my throat. “Need you.”
As his hips stutter, and the pressure inside me grows with the swell of his knot, his teeth sink into my flesh, claiming me, marking me as his. Sharp pain blossoms, then transforms as the bond that has been reaching for him since the beginning snaps into place, connecting our minds, our hearts, our souls.
I feel not just his teeth in my shoulder, but his presence deeper, taking root inside me where nothing and no one has ever touched. The bond is a living thing with its own heartbeat, its own breath.
Blake’s emotions flood through me, his fierce protectiveness, his fear of failing the people he loves, his unwavering certainty that I belong with him, with all of them. They flood through me, raw and unfiltered, and for the first time since I was sixteen, I know l’m trulywanted.
He pulls back from the bite, licking the wound to seal it. “You’re inside me.” Awe softens his features as he cradles my face. “Everywhere.”
Overwhelmed by it all, tears track hot paths toward my hairline. Blake catches them with his thumb, his own eyes suspiciously bright.
“You’re safe now.” He kisses me slowly. “You’re pack. No one can take you from us.”
The bond pulses between us, a silent affirmation of his words. I wrap my arms around him, pullinghim closer despite the knot still tying us together. The pressure of it inside me gives me another piece of him to hold on to.
“I love you,” I whisper, the words forming another kiss.
“I love you, too.” Wrapping his arms around me, he rolls us to lie on our sides, one of my legs drawn over his hip to ease the pressure of his knot. “Rest while you can. The others will be back soon.”
The thought of my other Alphas coming to claim me sends another flush of Heat through my body, but Blake is right. I need to recover my strength.
I curl against his chest, breathing in his scent, our bond pulsing with each beat of his heart.
