Page 44 of Knot Forever

I press the head of my cock to her slit, gathering up the slick that’s already building again and stroking myself up and down against her flesh, teasing her entrance until she wraps her legs around me, trying to pull herself in.

I can’t torture either of us any longer. I push in a hot, scalding, blissful inch, and as I sink into her, stretching her open as she watches me, it feels like cominghome.

“Nova,” I groan. Pulling out slowly, I thrust into her a little harder, and she cries out. “Want to hear all of your cries, baby.”

This room is soundproof, and I use it to full advantage, teasing her with long, careful thrusts until she’s whimpering beneath me and my movements pick up to an almost punishing pace. My hands grip her ass, perfect in my hands as I tug her down to where her cunt meets the edge of my knot. It’s already swollen and thick, more than ready to pin her down until she’s full to bursting with my seed.

“Do you feel that, Nova?” I push in a touch further, and she keens as my knot pushes into her, just a little. “It’s all ready for you, Nova. Gonna fill you up with my seed, lock you down so you can’t move for feeling me.”

Her breath stutters. “Give it to me.”

My grin is savage as I reach down, flicking a nipple. “What do you say?”

She draws in a breath. “Please.”

Her sweet plea is enough for me to push against her, and fuck, but watching my knot slide into her, watching her stretch open to take me, feels like the most natural thing in the world. She writhes, her moans filling the air as I hold her hips steady, forcing her to take every inch until I’m locked inside her. My release bursts from me in a wave as I throw my head back in savage shout. Nova’s cunt flutters around me, gripping my cock in waves as she shakes, her perfume filling the air with thick waves of richness.

Our harsh breathing mingles as we stare at each other. Nova’s hair is damp, sticking to her forehead in wispy hands that I push away with shaking hands. “Nova. Are you—did I—”

She saves me from my stuttering with a heartbreakingly perfect smile. “Get up here.”

Carefully, I move us until I’m lying back on the couch, Nova sprawled across me. My fingers move down, and I trace the spot where we’re joined. She wriggles, a plaintive sound coming from her throat. “Sensitive.”

My hands move to her back, tracing patterns and drawing words I can’t voice into her skin.

She props herself up on her hands, her eyes soft as she watches me. “That feels nice.”

I could lose myself in these moments with her. “So… heat spike.”

She ducks down, hiding her face from me, and I tug her hair softly. “Nova.”

She grumbles something into my chest, and I smile at the ceiling. “Your heat is coming, isn’t it?”

Her face is worried when she lifts it. “I’m sorry I didn’t say anything. I didn’t want to… I didn’t want you to feel cornered into anything.”

I groan, throwing my hand over my eyes. “What will it take for you to realize you’re it for us, baby?”

She shifts, and I move my arm to give her a warning look. “More of this, please. Lots more of this.”

That I can happily do, but… “Your nest. You need one, Nova.”

“I know,” she admits. Leaning her head back against my chest, she listens to my heartbeat. “I found a space, but it belongs to Marcus.”

My breath catches. “Ah.”

My brother has a routine. He needs it. It’s part of who he is, just as nesting is part of Nova. I’m just not sure how to reconcile the two for such a physical need. Nesting is disruptive. It’s taking a space, breaking it down and remaking it into something new.

“Talk to him,” I say softly. “He wouldn’t want you to hide this from him, Nova. Talk it out and see what he says.”

She nods against my skin, and I keep stroking. We’re not going anywhere for a minute, thanks to my knot, and I’m craving every quiet second with her.

It’ll never be enough.

Chapter nineteen – Nova

Ifeelsheepishwhenwe emerge from our little haven a good hour later. My hair feels all over the place, and Seth is carrying my ruined underwear in his pocket.

Asher is leaning against the wall outside. He straightens when he sees us, heading straight for me and cupping my cheeks.

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