Page 65 of Isla

“Just come for me, Isla. Let me feel my omega come on my cock,” he moaned breathlessly.

King growled and pushed. His hands were on the back of my neck and lower back and together our movement was fluid, faster, harder as I rode him for all it was worth. King dragged me to him until we were kissing, and our tongues tangled together, holding me firmly as he drove inside me, over and over and it didn't take me much longer and I cried out as I come. The wake of my pulsing and his pounding had King roaring as his hot seed shot inside of me.

I dropped my head to his chest. “Sorry, I couldn’t take it,” I murmured.

King growled, taking my chin and nudging his nose against mine. “Don’t.”

“It was too much. You’re too big for me. I’m an omega and should be able to take an alpha’s knot,” I whispered.

“Isla, it’s my curse. I’ll never get to feel what it’s like to knot, but I’ve resigned myself to that.” He sounded so devastated and sad. I wrapped my arms around him and purred, nuzzling my nose around his neck and chest.

King hummed, as I tried to comfort him, his arms held me flush against him like he was never letting me go.

“We’ll try again,” I whispered. “Later.”

He smiled, grinding his knot against my clit, sending a smattering of after shock flutters. I moaned, dropping my head to his chest.

“You bit me,” he said, combing his fingers through my hair, then raising my face to see his.

“Sorry, I got carried away,” I whispered.

“I mean, you claimed me,” he said, kissing the side of my mouth. “You made me yours.”

I shook my head. “It was just a little bite, I didn’t...”

He pressed his finger against my lip and shook his head. “You claimed me because you know I’m yours. You know our scents match.”

I shook my head. “You know we can’t talk about it. The rules are strict.” But I knew King wasn’t worried about rules.

“Isla,” he barked before he pushed his mouth to mine. He was still inside me as I sat on him, his knot nudging against my opening. “Then tell me, what do you want from me?”

“I want all of you,” I begged.

“Isla, I...” His voice choked off as I circled on top of him. My eyes stared into his, unable to look away as I pressed my hips and cried out as a wave of pleasure so intense it blurred my vision for a second.

“You're mine,” he growled, flipping us over, so I was underneath him. His hips thrusting into me and my back arched to meet him. My heart slowed with a warning for a second before it quickly sped up again, and I screamed as his knot breached my core. The heavy pressure inside me turning to pleasure as heat rushed through my veins and dots flashed behind my eyes.

His mouth was on mine, hungry and desperate, as he rocked me through the most intense experience of my life. As sparks flashed in front of me, and warmth turned to fire, burning right through me, but King held me tight, helping me take him as his knot fully breached me.

He gave a light lick over my shoulder, and up my neck as his warm breath ghosted over my flesh, making tiny crackles of electricity hum and my veins burst to life.

He continued his small thrusts in and out as he snipped with delicate bites at my skin. He rose and stared at me and for a moment I wondered what he thought. Until—

“King...” I cried as his teeth sank into my shoulder.

The door to his villa opened as King purred and lapped lovingly at his bite. My head wanted to kill him, but my heart was melting as the bind pulsed at my core and the pain of his knot turned into a throbbing pleasure as he moved gently but firmly inside me.

My voice seemed to have disappeared as warmth flooded me and I wasn’t sure if it was the orgasm, his knot or the bind that he made sure had now joined us together forever.

“What the fuck have you done?” Harrison roared from above me.

King ignored him, humming away as his tongue lapped over his claiming mark on my shoulder.

I couldn’t move, not only because of the knot lodged deep inside me but also because King had pinned me underneath him.

My eyes met with Harrison’s normally soft brown eyes, but they were now so full of fire. Finn came into view. He differed from Harrison. He smiled, and I returned it.

“Were you a good girl for King?” Finn asked. Tears rose to my eyes, and I nodded as King moved away from my wound and roared and filled me with his liquid heat again.

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