Page 27 of Forbidden Bonds
You’re such a dick, Rhett. Now look at what you’ve done. You’ve made her cry.
His thoughts tumble out fast and furious. A split second later, the door comes down.
“I’m not upset with you,” I say. “I’m just... I don’t know what I am, to be honest.”
He’s holding me up in his arms. He doesn’t appear to be suffering any strain. He’s still inside me. My legs and arms are starting to tremble a little.
“Can you…” My voice falters. He’s knotted me—no chance of him pulling free. But the ache in my chest has nothing to do with his knot.He’s not cruel. If anything, he’s kind of sweet.“Can you take me to my nest?”
“Nest?” His grip tightens on me, and his cock kicks inside.
I moan a little.
“When did you make a nest? Where is it? Fuck, an actual nest!”
“It’s in the guest bedroom, only…” I’m about to point out he’s knotted me, but he’s already kicking out of his sweatpants with a curse and striding for the guest bedroom with me still impaled on his cock.
The movement makes my eyes roll back with pleasure. I moan helplessly as another climax bears down on me. “Oh, God, please, it’s?—”
He hasn’t reached the doorway, and I’m already coming in his arms.
“Fuck,” he mutters gruffly, pinning me against the wall beside the doorway, grinding deeper while I thrash and writhe in the throes of an orgasm.
My breathing has barely steadied when he pushes off from the wall. “God, don’t move. I’m going to?—”
My fingers claw at his shoulders, the sensation of his cock and knot pressing inside me as he walks is pleasurable insanity. I’m too sensitive. I can’t bear it. “Have mercy,” I mutter weakly before coming again.
“Jesus!” he growls. “Where the fuck is the nest?!”
His hands are shaking as they hold me. He comes to a stop just inside the guest bedroom. His low growl makes my pussy clench. A low, rumbly purr comes next. He’s very still, apart from his cock that is thumping wildly inside me, making me mindless with overstimulation.
His throat works. “You want me to take you into the nest?” he says gruffly.
“Please,” I mumble. I’m barely coherent, just a panting ball of rapture, but I get a strong impression he’s pleased with the nest.
“Fuck yeah,” he rumbles. “Look at what you did, baby.”
“You like my nest?”
“It’s fucking amazing,” he says. “Beautiful.”
He stalks forward, sparking the barely-calmed nerves along the length of my channel back to dizzyingly life. I bite the inside of my cheek to try and not come again, because I really need a moment.
He wades into my nest, knocking everything everywhere. His purr is manic.
“Fuck,” he says, sinking to his knees and dropping me down against the nest, pressing tightly against me. His hands are unsteady as they move restlessly over any part of me he can reach, his hips rocking furiously.
He’s destroying my nest with his clumsiness. I ought to be more disgruntled than I am.
If I’m honest with myself, and I feel I must be, his desperation to fuck me in my nest is hot.
“That’s it, baby, come again. I want our scent all over this nest. I want it fucking smothered.”
He grips my hips and slowly starts to work his knot out. When I realize what he’s about, it rouses me from my mindless state of bliss.
“What are you… God, no!”
Too late, a twisty pleasure enthuses my core as his knot bulges against my entrance, and then it just pops out, opening the dam on our combined release.
