Page 42 of Knot Alone

I withdraw my fingers and lean back to take position between her legs, pausing just a moment to look at her.

Maggie is sprawled on the bed, kissing Linus, desperate and sloppy. One of his hands is on her shoulder, her arm wrapped around it like a vine and tugging on his hair, making him gasp into her mouth. Maggie’s other fingers entwine with his, ready to be pressed down to the mattress at a moment.

Their curls are a tangled mess of brown and black, heads pressed so close together they look merged into one. My eyes follow the trail of bruises I’ve sucked into her skin, then over her breasts, nipples peaked and waiting for later, then down to where Maggie’s legs spread around my waist, cunt sopping wet and dripping with anticipation.

I touch the tip of my aching cock to her entrance and glide between her folds, covering myself in her slick while she breaks the kiss with a strangled moan.

“Read ready for my cock, Mags?”

She tries to squirm me into her, but Linus holds her down, leaving her with nothing but whines as I slowly slide into her cunt, gripping tight despite my efforts to stretch. I feel like a knot-head teenager. I fight to keep myself under control as I sheath myself in her body, forcing my hips to stay slow instead of rutting mindlessly into her cunt.

It feels like I’m claiming her. It feels like she’s ours.

“Fuck, Mags.” I curse. “You’re so fucking tight. It was all I could think about last night. Getting in you. Making you ours.”

“Graham.” Maggie gasps as she arches up, releasing Linus’ hair to reach for me. I tumble down to her, an arm beneath her hips, tugging her up tight against my groin.

I let go.

I can’t fucking take it anymore. It’s like some pussy-hungry monster has taken me over. I need to have her. At the tight clench of her cunt around my cock, I throw whatever part of me wants to be slow and gentlemanly out the fucking window. She strains against Linus’ hold and tries to drag me deeper. My Alpha hindbrain is in control now. I rut into her hard. Muscle memory is the only thing making me twist my hips to hit her G-spot. My only purpose is to make her come on my knot.

I heft up to my knees, dragging her hips with me, keeping my cock in her, almost bending her in half so I can get real leverage as I rut into her. I glance down and lean back, just so I can really see her tight cunt swallowing my dick with each greedy thrust.

I’m too far away.

I snarl and drop back to the mattress with a thud, an extra pounding to her cunt that makes her shriek and clench around my cock so tight I almost can’t pull out. But I have to.

I have to knot her. I have to make her ours.

“Look at you. Look at you taking my cock.” I snarl. “You want me to fill you up? Knot you? Make you ours?”

Maggie chokes out a sob and I speed up, the new position letting me stroke in and out, root to tip, dragging my swelling knot over the rim of her cunt.

“F-Fu-Graham!” She shrieks.

I elbow my way up, almost bending her in half to jackhammer into her pussy, to stake our claim. Maggie grabs my wrist and holds on tight. Linus wraps his arm up to my biceps, helping to keep me steady as I thrust, thrust, thrust. My knot swells and locks in place, sending Maggie careening over the edge into orgasm as she shrieks out her pleasure.

I would collapse on her if it wasn’t for Linus. I try to help adjust, but he gives us both soothing kisses as he nudges us to an angle where we can rest. But I don’t crush Maggie with my bulk. Maggie pants like she’s just run a marathon, both of us slick with sweat and sticky with cum.

Linus gets up to grab a hot washcloth from the bathroom, which will cool to comfortable by the time we’re ready. He tucks himself behind Maggie’s back to prop her up while we both wind down and wait for my knot to release. There’s pressure at the base of my dick that means I’m locked inside our beautiful Omega. She’s held between us, breathing me in with little hmms of pleasure.

Chapter Eleven

Maggie

I’ve been fucked right out of my body.

Like I’m teetering on the edge of that place between sleep and wake. If I let myself go, I’ll have the best sleep I’ve had in months.

The heat dulls to a simmer in my belly, satiated for now. I’m content to let Linus stroke firm hands over my skin. He moves us around with gentle murmurs. Some part of my brain recognizes that he’s situating us so there’s no tug on Graham’s knot between my legs.

Then Linus’ hands disappear, replaced by a long pillow nudged along my spine. I try to force my eyes open, but all I can manage is a whine.

Linus climbs back into bed. “Shh, shh, darling.” He strokes a hand through my hair. The scratches along my scalp zing down my spine. But it’s not arousing enough that I want to do anything about it.

“It’s all right. I’m just going to grab a washcloth.” He presses a soft kiss to my temple, then he’s gone, replaced by Graham giving me sloppy kisses. Not from desperation, but like the man is about to fall asleep.

Linus comes back just as Graham’s knot deflates enough to slip out of me. Graham pulls free with a groan and takes the washcloth from Linus. He leans back to wipe us both at least a little clean, then pauses. His nostrils flare and his pupils dilate as he studies my cunt. I can only imagine how it looks to see his cum dripping from me. Linus flicks Graham and takes the washcloth to stroke the comfortable warmth between my legs. It’s not quite stimulating. I’m too tired for that, but I’m going to get there.

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