Page 43 of Knot Gonna Give You Up
Pull out.
“Can’t wait to knot you.”
Slam in.
My mind is lost to his words, my body a slave to his. His tempo speeds up, steadily driving me to the brink by hitting thatone spot that makes me see stars. I can feel his knot growing, and it’s preventing him from thrusting in as far as he was when we started.
“Alpha, please,” I whine, not even sure what I’m whining for. I just know I wantmore.
“You want my knot? You want me to lock into you and fill you with my cum? Gonna fill you up, baby, breed you until we can’t move anymore.”
His filthy words drive me higher, and I realize I’m chanting “yes” as he speaks and slams home.
“Tell me you want my knot!” he growls.
“I want your knot, Alpha! Please give it to me!” I all but scream.
He shouts wordlessly as he drives his knot into me, stretching me almost painfully until he locks into place. Henry’s knot triggers my release, and I scream his name as I come, slick flooding me, but stuck inside with Henry’s knot in the way. His own release comes a moment later as he’s rutting into me, and he comes with a deep guttural groan. It’s so masculine that I come again, not quite as hard but still feeling my walls pulse and pleasure spread through me.
Henry holds his body above mine, his head ducked down into my neck as he breathes heavily. I can feel his exhaustion and overwhelm, so I rub his back up and down while we both revel in the feeling of being locked together. Eventually, he turns us so that I’m on top, and pulls one of the loose blankets over us to keep us warm and cozy. We stay like this, enjoying the quiet and the feel of each other. Hands gently exploring, rubbing soothing circles into the other’s body.
“Henry?” I ask quietly.
“Yeah?”
“Will… would you want… I mean, um, I’d like… I’d like your bite someday,” I confess.
As I continue to relax after coming together, the rightness of it all hits me. There’s nobody else, other than my Matches, that I want to do this with. It was easy, like breathing air. If we had the bond, too? I just can’t imagine the level of explosiveness that would have been.
Henry kisses the top of my head before resting his chin on it. “I’d be honored if you wore my mark, and I would proudly display yours to the world.”
“You’re so cheesy,” I giggle.
“Only for you, baby girl,” he chuckles along.
Now I just need my other three Matches and everything will be perfect.
twenty
JOSIE
Ican’t stop thinking about my guys. It feels weird to call them that, but it’s alright, right? They’re all a Match, they’ve all expressed that they want me, so I’m claiming them. Verbally, at least. I hope they’ll all want in during my next heat. I want to bond with them all, which means they have about two months to get their shit together. Me too, if I’m being honest with myself.
So, I declared a date night with my Matches. My Omega pushed for me to call it a Pack Date when the idea struck, but despite that instinct, I know that we’re notreallya Pack. Not yet. Simon expressed concern that he might never want a Pack. I hope that tonight changes their minds. I did some searching and found a business that takes cute ideas for first dates and creates them for you. There are tons to choose from, but I decided to do the classic “Dating Game”. I pre-wrote some questions for the guys, but we also have a chance to write our own. The guys will answer the questions, and I have to pick which answers go to which guy. They have a voice modulator as well, so I can’t go based on their voices.
After, I’m hoping we can go out for some dessert and just spend time together. Hopefully they’re all up for it. Jesse offered to drive me since we’re literally neighbors, and I took him up onthe offer. Never hurts to save fuel and the environment. Since we’re doing something a little more old-school, I decided to play up my love for the 80s tonight. I’ve got teased hair in a high side pony, jeans with a jean jacket, a neon pink tank top, and some Chucks to complete the outfit.
Once I’m dressed, I grab my purse and bounce over to Jesse’s door. He offered to come get me, but I’m ready a few minutes early, so I decide to surprise him. I raise my hand to knock on his door just as he opens it to leave. Thankfully, my hand stops, but he’s already seen my hand, so now we’re standing awkwardly with my hand fisted and reaching out toward him. I unfurl my fingers into a flat palm.
“High five?” I ask.
He laughs and accepts the five, and my own laughter starts in response, and he gives me a hug before turning to lock his door.
“Didn’t expect to see you here,” he teases.
“I got done early, so I figured I’d save you the hassle of traveling to my door.”
Jesse wipes at his forehead, pretending to be relieved. “Phew! I was worried about the long trek, you know.”
