Page 78 of Ready or Knot

Why didn’t he get me off first?

The question is barely formed when his knot swells and locks us together. The force of it sends me face first over the edge, my body locking as I scream, my voice breaking. The haze clears, and I’m filled with satisfaction at having my Alpha locked with me, his knot so intense that my core starts to burn with it. He gathers my hair, twisting it around his palm, and I push harder into him, driving his knot deeper, the ache of it shooting goosebumps across my body. He takes my hand and guides me to where we’re joined.

“Feel it, little Omega,” he says, his voice rough, making me shiver. He moves my fingers until they circle his cock. “This is what you needed, isn’t it? You needed to be reminded that I’m yours.”

His words scrape over my skin, and my thoughts go hazy again, though it’s not quite the same as before. My eyes flutter shut as I slump against him, wiggling my hips just to feel his knot more acutely, the sting of it making my nipples tighten and my breath catch.

Carter hums, running his lips along the shell of my ear. “Such a good Omega,” he whispers. “You’re mine, Faedra. Just like I’m yours.”

My body relaxes more heavily into him, the aching burn of my heat fading under the throbbing stretch of his knot. My thoughts drift away, my hands loose where they hold my Alpha’s hips.

Carter’s voice is a warm caress as he talks to Jude. “You hear from Logan?”

There’s a terse sound from the front of the car.

Carter sighs. “He must have been in the middle of something big,” he says, his voice rumbling through his chest. I brush my forehead against his sternum, the crush of his chest hair making my thighs clench. He presses a kiss to the crown of my head. “You ok, little Omega?”

I squirm on his lap, the ache of his knot turning painful, and he grabs my hip, forcing me to stillness.

“There he is,” Jude mutters.

The back door opens at the same time Carter’s knot releases, and I gasp as he adjusts me, guiding me to sit back on my knees, my head still pressed against him. My legs are sticky with his cum, and I can feel it dripping onto his pants, but he doesn’t seem to mind.

“Red?” Logan’s quiet, his voice no more than a whisper between us, and I hum, not opening my eyes. “How long?”

“Minutes,” Carter said.

“Think she’ll sleep first?”

I move side to side on Carter’s lap, the ache returning to my clit with each minute that passes.

Jude says, “Not yet. She’ll probably need another before it takes enough out of her to let her sleep.”

“Let’s get her inside, then,” Logan says.

There’s a flurry of movement. A door closes, and arms wrap around me, guiding me off of Carter and into someone else’s chest that smells like sandalwood.

Logan.

I twist my hand into his workout shirt, pressing my nose into the hollow of his throat and breathing deep without opening my eyes.

“Has she eaten?” Logan asks as he starts to walk. There’s a soft no and then a mention of making something. Logan nods. His hold is careful, and I’m not jostled at all as he takes me to the condo and up the stairs to my nest. I open my eyes a fraction before immediately closing them again.

“Too bright,” I mutter. There’s movement behind me and then the soft shuffling of the curtains being moved.

“Better?”

I chance a look around the room, and I relax against him, nodding. He lays down with me, stretching out beside me, and I grab his hips, encouraging him to roll over so that he covers me, that haze settling over me again, my thoughts growing muddy. When he doesn’t get his shorts off, I bite his shoulder, fisting his shirt in my hands and forcing it up to his neck, exposing the expanse of his torso. He sucks in a breath when I bite his chest.

“You need me, Red?” he asks, his lips brushing my ear, and I whine, arching into him, arousal racing through me until I feel like I’m burning with it.

I bite him again when he doesn’t get rid of his clothes, the mark left on his skin making me smile. He doesn’t waste any more time, pulling off of me only long enough to strip, his body hard and heavy against mine as he forces my legs wider, the head of his cock pressing into me. My nipples brush against his chest, and I suck in a breath, my skin oversensitized. His lips are on mine, his kiss stealing my breath as he pushes into me with one hard thrust, pulling a keening cry from me.

He isn’t careful or calm or sweet like he’s been the last several days since we knotted the first time. His hips snap into me, grinding against my clit with each stroke, and my legs tremble, sensation buzzing through my body. The haze overwhelms me, and I scratch at his back, my nails biting into his skin. I meet every stroke, trying to take him deeper, twisting my hands into his hair and forcing his mouth onto my neck, driven by a primitive urge I don’t understand but crave nonetheless.

“Not happening,” he mutters against my skin, his thrusts becoming faster, harder.

Tears inexplicably flood my eyes, a sudden sadness overtaking me. Logan kisses just under my ear. I tighten my hold on him, the tears spilling over.

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