Page 53 of Down Knot Out
The base of his cock begins to swell, and I wrap my hand around it to squeeze, mimicking the pressure of an Omega’s body during mating.
He comes with a shout, his release flooding my mouth in hot pulses. I swallow, drinking down everything he gives me, my hand still working his knot. His hips arch off the bed, his fingers fisting in my hair, but I don’t care. All that matters is this connection, his seed on my tongue, and the knowledge that he’s mine.
The knot swells in my hand, hard and hot. I continue to stroke him through the aftershocks, gentling my movements as his body gradually relaxes. When the last tremor subsides, I give the head of his cock one final, gentle kiss before releasing him.
His chest heaves with each breath, sweat glistening on his skin in the dim light. The scent of satisfaction rolling off him in waves has my inner Omega preening with pride.
I did that. I reduced this powerful Alpha to a boneless, sated heap.
I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand, unable to keep the smile from my face.
He tugs on my hair with gentle insistence. “Come up here. I want to taste you, too.”
My legs squeeze together, my thighs damp with slick from my arousal. Helpless to resist, I move up his body, and he guides my hips toward his face,his desire evident in the renewed spike of citrus in his scent.
I hesitate, my hand on the headboard. “Your head?—”
“Is fine.” His thumbs circle on my hipbones. “The only thing that hurts is how much I need your slick right now.” His expression softens, though the hunger remains. “Please, Chloe. Let me have this.”
How can I deny him when he’s begging? When his scent is embracing me? When his hands on my skin feel like coming home?
Throat too tight for words, I let him guide me until my knees bracket his head. My underwear is still on, a thin barrier between us that he regards with visible impatience.
“These need to go.” He hooks his fingers into the waistband, and I lift my hips, allowing him to slide them down my thighs. The cool air of the bedroom kisses my heated skin, and I shiver.
Dominic’s gaze travels over me, taking in every inch of exposed flesh with reverence. “Beautiful,” he breathes, the word puffing over my inner thigh. “I’ve dreamed about this for so long.”
The confession sends a wave of heat through me, settling low in my belly, and my inner muscles clench with desire. I’ve dreamed of this too, of him, of us, of the connection we once had. Of his mouthon me, clearing my thoughts of everything except his name.
His hands slide up the backs of my thighs to cup my ass, guiding me closer to his waiting mouth. I brace myself on the headboard, still worried about his injury.
“Stop thinking,” he breathes over my most intimate parts, sending a shudder through me. “Just let go.”
The first touch of his tongue is electric, a lightning strike that arcs from my core to the tips of my fingers. My back bows, a gasp tearing from my throat. His hands tighten on my hips, holding me steady as he tastes me with long, deliberate strokes.
After all this time, he still remembers every place that draws a reaction from me. His tongue traces a delicate pattern that leaves my thighs shaking, circling my entrance before sliding up to flick the sensitive bundle of nerves that create sparks behind my lids.
I look down to find him watching me, his gray eyes dark with desire. The sight of him between my legs, his face glistening with evidence of my arousal, is almost enough to send me over the edge. He doesn’t look away as he seals his lips around my clit and sucks, gently at first, then with increasing pressure.
My hips buck, seeking more. One of his hands leaves my hip, and his fingers tease my entrance, collecting my wetness before pushing inside, stretching me open.
“Dom!” My hands clutch the headboard so tight that my knuckles turn white. “Oh my god?—”
He hums against me, the vibration sending a fresh wave of pleasure coursing through my body. His fingers curl inside me, seeking and finding that spot that blurs my vision at the edges. All the while, his tongue continues to work my clit, alternating between broad strokes and focused attention that has me teetering on the brink.
My body responds to his attention, producing more slick that eases the glide of his fingers. The scent of lilies and lilacs intensifies, mingling with his citrus and musk, the intoxicating blend filling the room.
Heat builds at the base of my spine, spreading outward in ever-widening circles. My thighs begin to shake, muscles tensing as I chase the peak that hovers just out of reach. Dominic purrs with encouragement and increases the thrust of his fingers, adding a third that stretches me as he redoubles his efforts with his tongue.
“Let go.” His words vibrate through my core. “Come for me.”
That deep, commanding Alpha tone combined with the skill of his mouth and fingers pushes me over the edge. The orgasm crashes through me, my body clenching around his fingers as waves of pleasure radiate outward from my center. I turn my mouth into my arm to muffle my cry as my vision whites out at the edges.
Dominic works me through it, gentling his touch as the aftershocks ripple through me until even the lightest brush of his tongue over my oversensitive flesh is too much. I pull away, my legs trembling too much to support me, and collapse beside him on the bed.
My pulse races, my breath coming in short, sharp gasps. Every nerve ending in my body feels electrified, hyper-aware of the sheets beneath me, the air on my skin, the warmth radiating from Dominic beside me.
He props himself up on one elbow to lean over me with a satisfaction that borders on smugness. His lips and chin glisten with evidence of my pleasure, and he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, then licks his fingers clean. The sight sends another aftershock of pleasure through me.
