Page 30 of Sinful Shifters

Then he grabs my hips, flips me onto my stomach, and reaches between my legs to rub my clit with his rough, calloused fingers. I whimper and cry out, shuddering and clenching around him in a sudden, forced orgasm. He presses his massive body down on me and nips my neck with his teeth, his fangs making me shudder. Then he reaches for my nipples and plays with them as he rocks subtly inside me, moving just enough that his knot pulses and rubs against my G-Spot.

"That's it, my sweetness," he murmurs as I grind against his fingers and cry out in pained pleasure. "Come on my knot with your hot, wet slick. Just like that."

The orgasms he draws from me makes my perfume fill the air. Hickory smoke and salted caramel mixes with rosemary and sea salt, my scent twining with his. He growls as he presses his fingers against my slick, wetness dripping between my legs and pooling on the bedsheets.

I can feel his cock deep inside me. From this angle, he's slipped so far in that I swear I can look down and see him press against my skin. It makes me moan and come again, shuddering as wet slick drips down my thighs.

"You are close to your heat, Sweet Caterina." Everett nuzzles my neck and nips at my skin until I whimper, and he echoes the sound with a deep purr. "If I thrust inside you right now, my knot would fuck you with ease. Your heat might even come on early—and I could bite you and make you mine."

Shuddering, I clench around his cock and come again at the mere thought. My mind feels fuzzy, my thoughts scrambled, every part of me focused on the pleasure between my legs and the hard alpha knot giving it to me. The thought of having more sensation, more thrusts, makes me feel wild with desire.

"I want that. I want—I want to go into heat." I moan, fisting my hands in the sheets and arching up against him. "Please, Everett. Fuck me with your knot."

He puts a hand on my neck, loosely clasping me. I feel him shudder, his hips rocking, and know that he wants to do it.

He's right at the edge. If I beg more, if I whine and whimper, I can get him to do it. The thought of going into heat—of it all being over—is enough to make me move my hips against him until he groans with desire.

Then he asks a question, his voice shuddering with barely-there self-control. "Why?"

"I don't want anyone else to do it—I don't want anyone to hurt me."

Everett freezes behind me, sighing. He clenches his thighs and presses his hips against my ass until his knot is buried deep within me, and reaches down to play with my slick until I come again.

As I shudder and clench, moaning around his cock, my slick grows and grows. In a low voice, he tells me, "I would love to claim you, Sweetness. And I will—when you go into heat naturally. But I won't bite you because you're afraid someone else will do it first."

"Please." I moan as he holds my body still, keeping me from thrusting against him. "I don't want it to behim."

Just the thought makes my slick shudder, the pain I nearly experienced haunting me.

Everett growls, digging his fingers into my neck and nipping my earlobe. His voice is a low growl in my ear as he swears, "Iwillprotect you from that possibility. But I'll do it with brute violence and strength. And when I claim you, it'll be the opposite of that—all sweetness, as you deserve. No matter what."

I whimper, and he strokes my body, purring against me. Then, to my disappointment, he holds me tight, sighs softly, and lets his knot go.

As his cock slips out of me, I whimper at the emptiness. Everett holds me close and keeps me at the edge, playing with my nipples and kissing me all over.

Then, as he strokes himself until his knot is gone, he flips me over, kisses me deeply, and fucks me with his cock.

I moan at the fullness, digging my fingernails into his back. He keeps his hand at the base, preventing even the softened knot from entering me. It drives me wild, makes me thrust up against him in desperation.

"Please," I beg him, as he holds me down and fucks me. "Everett, I want it. I swear I do."

He groans, sweat dripping from his neck. "I know you do, Sweet Thing." Kissing me, he swears, "It will be yours. I will be yours—body and soul. Soon, my Caterina."

Then he shudders and comes, his scent strong in the air as he fills my wet, warm slick with his seed. At the same time, he pulses his fingers against my clit, and I twist up against him in a helpless orgasm.

We kiss as we both come down, and he leaves his cock inside me, nuzzling my neck. I sigh, playing with the long strands of his hair, wrapping my legs around his gorgeous, muscular body.

"I won't wait much longer," I tell him, turning my face to his and kissing his brow. "You may be the centuries-old god, but I'm not some weak little omega. If I want to be claimed, I'll find someone to claim me, even if it isn't you."

Everett chuckles. "Oh, I know, Sweet Thing. Say hello to the Keeper of the Flame for me—I'm sure that if it comes to it, Adar will make you his, no matter what the rest of us agrees."

I'm sure of that as well.

And if the timing of my heat won't cooperate, or these stubborn gods, I'll get my knot, one way or another.

This omega isn't the type to listen and obey.

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