Page 66 of Knot Forever

“Nova,” he groans. “I’m not going to last.”

Every thrust hits me in just the right position, and my muscles clench around him at the pure need in his tone. His hand releases from my hip, moving to my clit and pinching the bud.

“Come for me, Nova,” Marcus grunts. He gives a final, forceful push, bellowing as his knot sinks inside me, the sudden intrusion and sheer heat of his release inside me enough to tip me over the edge.

My orgasm is a tsunami, forceful and fast-rising as I twist in Marcus’s hands, my keening cry mingling with his as we come together in a blissful moment.

Marcus tips his head back to face the ceiling, his throat bobbing as he catches his breath.

I’m no better. My body was liquid before but now I’m air, weightless and floating as my pussy ripples with tiny aftershocks. Marcus’s knot feels like a brand inside me, and I reach down, touching my fingers to the place where we’re joined.

He jolts, his face turning back to me and growing serious. “I’m going to build this into my routine. At least twice a day.”

My laugh shakes us both, and Marcus gives me his secret smile, the one I’m learning that he only shows to me.

“Three times,” I declare. “And I think we should practice a few more times tonight. Just to make sure.”

“I agree with that.” And as he carefully leans in, pressing himself against me so I sink further into the mattress, I twist my fingers into his hair and pull his face to mine.

Chapter twenty-nine – Nova

Ifrownattheplanner in the kitchen. Tomorrow night is left blank, a big cross through it, and I don’t knowwhy.

I don’t admit how attached I’m starting to become to our daily schedules. It’s just sohelpful, and it’s surprisingly soothing to see our plans laid out. Heading down the hall, I knock quietly on Seth’s door, and he calls out for me to come in.

He’s on a call, but he motions me over with a smile, and I climb onto his lip, my fingers dipping between the buttons of his white shirt to stroke his skin.

His breath stutters. “Martin. I’ll call you back.”

When he hangs up, strong arms wrap around me. “Nova.”

“Why is the planner empty for tomorrow night?” I realize that I might be slightly overreacting, but I’ve been on edge all day.

A little too hot, a little too cold. Everything is a little toomuch.

“Ah.” Seth clears his throat. “Sorry. We should have told you. It’s Marcus’s birthday. We leave it blank to pretend that it’s a surprise, but we always go to this Greek restaurant he enjoys.”

I yank my head back. “Wait. It’s his birthday? I haven’t got him anything!”

I hate feeling on the back foot. They’ve all given me so much, and I can’t even get Marcus a gift for his birthday?

Seth clearly picks up on my distress, his hand rubbing my back. “Have a look on my laptop,” he suggests. “See if there’s something that can be delivered tomorrow. Or I can take you out later. I’ve got a few calls I have to make, but then I’m all yours.”

He sets me up on the leather chair in the corner and I curl up, browsing through various sites, but nothing seems right. Nothing fits who Marcus is.

Despondently, I scan the site of a local music shop, and my eyes skip back to a mini engraved kalimba.

It’s small, so Marcus can carry it with him. When I find a pop-up card that shows an intricate piano similar to the Fibonacci, a smile spreads across my face.

“I found something,” I announce. Seth looks up.

“Good. Will they deliver? If not, we can go later.”

I check the delivery, and my heart sinks. “They won’t deliver in time. Can we definitely go?”

Seth checks his watch. “We’ll be fine. I won’t be too long, sweetheart. I’ll find you as soon as I’m done.”

I bury myself in laundry, sorting the different colored baskets that separate everyone’s clothing. My hands skitter over one of Asher’s shirts, and I hold it up, burying my face and inhaling deeply.

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