Page 26 of Knot As It Seems

My muscles don’t do too well when I try to ride him. I’m too weak to make much progress, but when his hands bracket my hips and guide me down, farther each time, until all I feel under my bottom is his pelvis and the squish of his balls, we both freeze to soak in the brand-new feeling.

“You just…sucked…me…right the fuck in, didn’t you?Fuuuck. Godsdamn that’s right, Fable. Never doubted you.”

I find my hand inching to his neck, and I go with it. I squeeze that fucker tight enough he can’t talk. Or breathe. “Stop fucking talking. You’re interrupting my work.”

His eyes roll back in his head as I bounce on him, little movements that are easier for me to sustain. My breasts are most definitely flapping about as I do, but his eyes are glued to them, so I don’t think it’s a bad thing.

As focused as I am on the incredible fullness blooming inside of me, I nearly yelp when he sneaks his other hand to my front to rub determined circles against my clit. That intensifies the way he feels inside of me so damn much it’s criminal. I fall forward automatically, changing the angle, and everything shifts again.

The next time I rise up, he takes advantage of the space by fucking up into me, uncaring now about hurting me in his desperate attempt to make me come.

Well, he’s most certainly trying to make himself come as well, but the rush of feral energy down the bond brings me even further, and the filthy sound of skin slappingagainst skin echoes loudly around us, my hand landing on something hard and shiny on the ground.

Phone, maybe, but when I try to move my hand away from it, the screen sticks to it, so I stop bothering with it and give all my focus back to the alpha that’s currently ravaging my insides. His knot begins to inflate, teasing at my already raw entrance, and I want to panic at how I’m already so full and can’t possibly take more, but then my omega snarls inside of me and forces me to take it, to be grateful for it, and with the next snap of his hips, he’s lodged inside of me, tugging at me, making me fucking scream so loud that some birds outside startle and take off.

Hot warmth bathes my insides, making me whole in a way I’ve never known as his knot continues to throb against all my sensitive tissue, expanding and expanding until it’s finally done and I’m mute from white-hot pleasure.

The achy throb that was in my stomach is now full of alpha vampire cum and I’m pretty sure it’s throwing a rave.

Monet is wild underneath me, head thrashing, teeth bared, growling in a possessive way as I continue to work through the intense orgasm with my vocal cords. Then it all ends suddenly, leaving us in a wave of tingles and oversensitivity that’s almost as good as the orgasm itself.

“You did so good for me, Fable baby. Took your first knot so damn well. My bite looks incredible on you.”

I can only moan in response, giving my hips an experimental thrust that has us both gasping for air again.

His knot will take a little time to go down, so when I’mdone playing with him, Monet adjusts us so I’m tucked against his front with my leg thrown over his hip, both of us on our sides and curled together.

My head is on his arm, his breath in my hair, and it’s the most peace I’ve ever felt.

“Where the fuck are you, Monet? You better tell me right fucking now or so help me gods I’m going to fucking break every damn thing in your room.”

The growl over the speaker startles us both out of our haze quickly, making us search around until our eyes both fall on the perpetrator at the same time. I must have pressed some buttons on Monet’s phone (that clearly has absolutely no security) mid-fucking, because it’s on an active phone call with Edric, who is breathing incredibly heavy into the phone.

“You…heard…absolutely all of that, then?” I ask quietly, too timid for how wild I was just moments before. I don’t know this alpha, though, and I don’t have any parameters of expected behavior yet.

“I heard more than enough. Omega, where are you?”

I look down at Monet, whose mouth retches into a cheshire grin as he responds for me. “Jealous, E?”

“I just had to listen to our omega scream into my ear while the ridiculously wet sounds of slick being used echoed. What do you think?”

Monet pulls the phone up and presses a button, then looks to me. “I muted him. Do you feel like spending time with another of your alphas? You want to go out to eat?”

“Like, at a restaurant? Is that allowed?”

He’s amused. “Yes. People are in fact allowed to eat atrestaurants.”

“Is…Moon invited?”

“Hell no.”

I take the phone from him, sucking in air when my hips automatically pull against Monet’s knot. Edric held me at the other house, I think. I remember broad shoulders, dark with ink even through the t-shirt he was wearing, and of course, novelty abs.

I try to figure out which button to press while Edric rants and threatens Monet some more, until Monet shows me how to unmute him.

The sound of my voice makes him halt his tirade instantly, and I get a thrill of power through my veins which Monet acknowledges with a squeeze to my hip. “Alpha?”

“Gods fucking damn it, Fable. Are you okay? Did he coerce you into something you weren’t ready for? Because I’ve got this tool at work that would be great for ripping out his intestines.”