Page 161 of Knot my First Rodeo

"God, you're so wet," he mutters against my thigh. "Slick's dripping down my wrist."

He scissors his fingers inside me, stretching me open, and I can feel the wetness running down my asshole, pooling beneath me. My omega instincts are screaming, more, deeper, claim me, and I grab a fistful of his hair, grinding against his hand.

"Please," I whimper. "Please, Briggs."

He pulls his fingers out, and I whine at the loss. But then he lowers his mouth again, this time licking the slick from my thighs, from my ass, before sucking my clit into his mouth. He tongues it roughly and slides three fingers back inside me, the stretch burning in the best way.

"That's it," he growls against my cunt. "Let me taste how much you want this."

My hips roll against his face, my breaths coming in short, desperate gasps.

I'm close. Too close. I tug at his hair. "Briggs, I'm gonna come."

He doubles down, fingers fucking me harder, tongue lashing my clit and I shatter. My orgasm crashes through me, my cunt clenching around his fingers, slick flooding his hand. He drinks it down like it's the only thing that matters, groaning against me until I'm trembling and oversensitive.

Only then does he pull back. His face is glistening, and his eyes are nearly black. He sits up, his cock red and angry looking, the knot at the base already swollen.

He fists himself, dragging the slick from my cunt over his shaft, spreading the proof of my arousal along his length.

"You ready for my knot, omega?" he growls.

I can only nod.

He lines himself up and drives into me in one stroke, burying himself to the hilt. I cry out, legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him deeper. He sets a punishing pace, each thrust rocking the bed, the headboard slamming against the wall.

"Look at you," he grunts. "Taking my cock like you were made for it. You were made for me."

"Yes. Briggs! Yes!"

His hand wraps around my throat, not choking, just holding, keeping my eyes locked on his. "You're mine. Say it."

"I'm yours."

He pounds into me harder, faster, the rhythm breaking as his hips stutter. I feel the change before I understand it; his scent shifts, stronger, flooding the air around us. His pupils blow wide, the brown swallowed by black, and the grip on my hip turns bruising.

Rut.

I should be scared. Any omega in her right mind would be, but my body responds before my brain catches up. Slick gushes from me, drenching my thighs, soaking the sheets beneath me. I feel the telltale ache in my lower belly, my body preparing, opening, wanting.

He pulls out, flips me onto my stomach, and yanks my hips up. I hear him spit, feel his thumb press against my other hole, and then he's pushing inside my pussy with a grunt that's more animal than man.

I gasp, fingers twisting in the sheets, but I don't tell him to stop. I can't. My body is screaming yes, my omega purring, because this is what scent matched is.

He fucks me hard, relentless, his chest heaving against my back.

"Gonna fill you up," he growls against my ear. "Gonna mark you so deep no one forgets who you belong to."

He fucks me like a man possessed, each thrust pounding into me, his balls slapping against my soaked cunt, slick splattering with every impact.

"Mine," he growls. "Fucking mine."

Before anything else can happen, he wraps an arm around my waist and rolls us. One second I'm facedown in the sheets, and the next, I'm on my back, staring up at him. The movement steals my breath. His weight settles over me, his hands braced on either side of my head, his eyes wild and unfocused.

His thrusts turn sloppy and frantic. I feel his knot catch on my rim, stretch me wide, and I cry out as it locks inside me. My body clenches around him, milking him.

He comes with a roar, buried to the root, and I feel it. The first hot pulse of his cum, flooding my pussy, spilling around the knot, soaking us. He keeps coming, his body shuddering against mine, a low, keening moan ripping from his throat.

He collapses forward, pinning me to the mattress with his knot still locked deep inside me, tying us together. We lie there trembling, panting, slick and cum pooling beneath us. He's heavy, too heavy, but I don't want him to move. I want him to stay here, inside me, forever.