Page 99 of Knot in Bloom
She can’t answer, too lost in the sensations I’m creating. I slide one finger inside her slick heat, then two, finding that perfect spot that makes her arch off the bed with a broken cry. But I don’t focus there immediately. Instead, I map everysensitive nerve, learning what makes her gasp, what makes her whimper, what makes her claw at my shoulders.
When I finally apply direct pressure to that spot inside her that makes her see stars, she sobs incoherently. “Please, I can’t... too much.”
“You can,” I tell her with quiet authority. “You’re going to come for me. Multiple times. Because I’m going to take my time with you.”
I work her with skilled precision, building her toward a climax that I can sense will be intense. When she finally falls apart around my fingers, her scream echoes off the walls and her inner walls clench so hard it’s almost violent.
But I don’t stop. Before the aftershocks fade, I’m building her toward another peak. Different pressure, different rhythm, showing her pleasures she didn’t know existed.
“I can’t,” she whimpers, but her body betrays her words, responding eagerly to my touch.
“You can,” I correct, adding a third finger and finding new angles that make her writhe. “Trust me to understand your body.”
The second climax hits even harder than the first. She’s sobbing my name, her whole body shaking with the intensity of release. I give her barely a moment to breathe before starting the climb toward a third.
“How many was that?” I ask when she finally catches her breath, my fingers still moving lazily inside her.
“Two,” she gasps, looking at me with something like awe. “Never... how did you...”
She can’t finish the sentence, too overwhelmed to form complete thoughts.
“Patience,” I tell her simply. “And we’re not done yet. I want you completely undone before I knot you.”
Her eyes widen. “More?”
“One more with my fingers,” I promise, changing my technique again. “Then I’ll give you my knot.”
The third orgasm is the most intense yet. I use everything I’ve learned about her body, every response I’ve catalogued, to give her pleasure that borders on overwhelming. When she finally shatters, she’s crying with the intensity of it.
“Exquisite,” I murmur, slowly withdrawing my fingers. “Look at you. Completely undone.”
She’s trembling, skin flushed and gleaming with perspiration, her breathing ragged. When I lift my fingers to my mouth and taste her, her pupils dilate even further.
She can only whimper and stare at me with desperate need. Heat has stolen her voice, leaving only broken sounds and the overwhelming scent of omega in distress.
“I know,” I tell her, satisfaction curling warm in my chest. “And we’re just getting started.”
I strip quickly, revealing my own arousal. My cock is hard and ready, knot already beginning to swell in response to her heat scent and the sight of her completely undone from my touch. When she sees me, she makes a soft sound of need, her eyes fixed on my knot. She tries to speak but can only whimper, reaching for me with desperate, clumsy movements.
“It’ll fit,” I assure her, moving to position myself between her trembling thighs. “Your body is perfectly prepared now. Trust me.”
“Much more,” I tell her, positioning myself between her trembling thighs. “I’m going to knot you now. And after what I just did with my fingers, you’re going to feel every inch of me.”
I position myself at her entrance, taking a moment to appreciate how she looks. Flushed and gorgeous, wearing two claiming bites, her body open and ready for me after the thorough preparation. The trust in her eyes is absolute.
“Ready?” I ask, running the head of my cock through her abundant slick.
“Please,” she whimpers, her voice hoarse and barely recognizable. “Need... Reid, need...”
She can’t finish, too desperate for words, but her meaning is clear.
When I push inside her, she’s beautifully prepared but still tight enough to make us both groan. Her body welcomes me with desperate relief, inner walls fluttering around my length as I sink deeper. The sensation is incredible—not just the physical bliss of how she fits around me, but the emotional weight of completing our pack bond.
“Flawless,” I groan when I’m fully seated inside her. “After all that preparation, you feel absolutely flawless.”
“Move,” she gasps, her nails digging into my shoulders. “Please, Reid, I need you to move.”
I start with slow, measured strokes. Not the urgent pace her heat might demand, but something controlled and deliberate. I know exactly how to angle my thrusts, where to apply pressure, how to make every movement count.
