Page 57 of Knot Forever

We’re in the middle of nowhere, Asher’s truck parked up in a small clearing. His hands stroke my cheeks as he reaches around to undo the gag.

I swallow, dragging moisture back into my mouth as we watch each other. Asher drops to his knees, and I startle as he presses his face into my dress, inhaling my scent.

“I’m glad you’re wet, little one,” he says finally. His voice is a low purr of approval, sliding up my insides like honey as I watch him. He undoes the rope typing my ankles, reaching up and doing the same with my wrists.

“It means that when I catch you, I can pin you down and fuck you quickly.” His eyes burn as his fingers grip my thighs. “I’m not going to be gentle, Nova. Not tonight. This is your last chance.”

I take a deep breath, my eyes flying to the path a few steps away from us. He wants a chase? I’m going to give it to him.

“You know,” I say softly, my hands raising to trace the contours of his mask. It feels supple beneath my fingers, warm to the touch, and it bolsters my confidence. “I was a track star in high school.”

I rip myself away from him, my feet hitting the bare ground as I fly from the clearing. His roar rips through the trees around me, pulling an answering scream from my own throat.

My heart pounds inside my chest, adrenaline kicking in as I race through the trees, darting around bushes and fallen branches. There are dim lights set at random intervals, but the moon is high overhead, giving me more than enough visibility as I dart through. Leaves whip at my face, little stings that I shrug off as I put everything I have into putting as much distance between Asher and I as possible.

Sucking down mouthfuls of oxygen, I pause to catch my breath behind a huge oak tree.

Biting back my breathless laughter, I crane my head around to look back. The forest is filled with sound, but none of it sounds likeAsher. I know that he’ll be coming for me.

Listening, I wait for the sound of silence, for the sound of a predator.

When it comes, I fling myself out from behind the tree, running as fast as I can as Asher bellows behind me. I don’t look back, my hair whipping as we race through the forest, Asher keeping up with me now I’ve lost my advantage.

He’ll catch me eventually, his legs much longer than mine, but I get the sense he’s enjoying this as much as I am.

I start to lose track of time as we play a game of cat and mouse, his hands reaching out snatch at me countless times. As I head between a small copse of trees, I catch his heavy breathing behind me and throw myself to the right, zigzagging down a small track. When I can’t hear the footsteps anymore, I pause, glancing over my shoulder.

It’s a mistake, because when I turn back around, he’s in front of me, his eyes gleaming behind the mask.

My shriek could probably shatter glass as I turn and dart away from him. His fingers just miss the edge of my dress, and I can feel the desire and hunger in his snarl as he runs me down.

It only takes a second.

One moment I’m running, my feet pounding the dirt, and the next, I’m wrapped up in strong arms, my toes lifting away from the floor.

Instinctively, I fight, scrabbling to push away from him as he slowly bears me down to the ground. My hands sink into the dirt as I strain, but Asher pins me down easily. His hand holds me in place, pressing into my back and pushing me down as he shoves my dress up.

His hand cracks across my ass, and I cry out, the sound ringing across the clearing. His weight comes down across my back, the sheer heat of him arching my back as he presses into me, his hands capturing mine in one of his.

I feel him notch himself to my entrance a scant second before he thrusts, taking me in one, deep push that fills me completely. My body sags as his hand moves to my neck, gripping me tightly as he shoves in and out, our breathing mingling with the wet sounds of his cock owning me.

We fuck like animals, Asher not giving an inch as I try to get away from him, yanking me back by my hips and impaling me as I squirm around him.

“Who do you belong to, Nova?” he growls.

I growl back at him playfully in response, but it trails into a keen as he spreads my hips wide, his knot shoving at me, demanding entry. My nails bury themselves into the dirt.

“Say it,” he pushes, pulling back and leaving me empty for one awful moment before he fills me again. His hand creeps around to my throat, and we both pause, my pants filling the air. “If you want my knot, say it. Who do you belong to?”

My body feels heavy with want for him. “You.”

“Fuck,” he groans. “I love it when you defy me.”

Another slap to my ass as I clench. “Last chance, Nova. Say it.”

Finally, I let my body go lax beneath him, my knees spreading as far as they can go. “I belong to you…master.”

He buries his knot inside me with a bellow, hot, pulsing jets coating me, filling me up with heat and warmth as his knot seals us together. He strokes his hand down my back, petting me as I lie with my cheek in the dirt, trying desperately to take a breath.

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