Page 112 of Knot Her Beta

Bending, I kiss him, driving him back into the tiles with the force of it.

He groans into my mouth. “Take me to bed, Alpha.”

I towel Grady dry first because his skin is still pink from the hot water, and he’s shivering despite the steam. My hands move across his shoulders and down his chest, the terry cloth catching every drop. Then his legs, his hard cock tempting me, but I learned my lesson in the shower. My Beta has a plan, and I won’t ruin it for him.

He stands still for it, one hand on my shoulder for balance, and when I finish with him, I dry myself quickly before tossing the towel over the shower rod.

I walk him out of the bathroom and to the bed, where a simple linen duvet covers his queen-size bed.

The sheets are cool when I pull them back. “Lie down.”

He does, and I arrange the pillows behind his shoulders before I lift his left leg and extend it straight, supporting the knee with a folded towel from the wardrobe.

His good leg bends, foot flat on the mattress. “I’m fine, Em. Really.”

I give him the look, and his mouth closes as he settles into the pillows without another word.

When I’m satisfied with the position, I straddle his thighs and take him in hand, giving him a couple of firm strokes. He groans, and his eyes close for a second, then open to fix on mine with a desire that tightens my stomach.

I position myself and sink onto him, moaning as he fills me, hot and thick. I’m still sensitive and swollen from my earlier release, and my inner muscles clench around him, learning his shape.

His hands find my hips, urging me into motion, and I roll my hips, testing the angle.

His grip tightens, fingers digging into the meat of my hips, and he pushes me back down onto his length.

We set a rhythm, deep and rolling, my body doing all the work, keeping the strain off his bad leg. Each downward stroke draws a groan from him, his hands flexing and releasing.

I shift forward, changing the angle, and his head sinks into the pillows. His breath goes uneven, his hips thrusting upward.

“I’m not going to last,” he gasps out, apologetic. “Em, I’m sorry, I —”

“It’s okay.”

My fingers find my clit and circle, sending heat coiling low in my belly. My pace quickens, my thighs working, each downward stroke deeper than the last, and I don’t look away as I push myself back toward the edge.

His breathing goes ragged, his hands on my hips bruising, and his chest rises fast.

The orgasm hits full force as my inner walls clamp down around him in deep, rhythmic pulses, and the sensation tears a moan from my throat.

Grady groans, driving deeper, and his whole body shudders through his release. Hot cum floods my channel, and his hands lock on my hips, holding me in place.

“Fuck, that’s incredible.” His hips give another aborted thrust. “God, Em, that’s⁠—”

I lean down, and my mouth finds his. He kisses back with the urgency of a man who’s just discovered an entirely new side of himself, and my lock is still holding him deep inside me while we both come down.

His hands move to my back, pulling me closer, and I shift carefully so my knees support most of me.

We lie locked together, his heartbeat steadying. I lie half-draped across him, one arm braced beside his head. The gray morning light has strengthened, filling the bedroom.

Then his stomach rumbles, loud enough that we both hear it, and Grady groans. “Sorry. I can’t remember when I last ate. How long will we be stuck like this?”

I tuck my face into his shoulder and laugh at the impracticality of our situation. “We probably should have grabbed food before coming to bed.”

He laughs, his whole body shaking beneath me, and he turns his head to kiss my temple.

“Next time, we’ll plan better,” he says, his voice quieting. “And when your Rut comes again, I’m going to be there for all of it. Taking care of you.” He cups the back of my neck, fingers threading into the hair at my nape. “I intend to be better prepared.”

I lift my head.