Page 39 of Knot Broken

I was supposed to say something first, but as soon as she gripped me tight, my brain went offline. That messy bun, those sleepy eyes, and those perfect lips glistening in the morning light replaced all thought.

“You’ve been so good to me,” she said, then made the mistake of pumping her hand up and down my cock. My only answer was a low groan. “Made my pleasure your focus. No one’s ever done that for me before.”

“Uh huh…”

“So I’ve been thinking that it’s time I start to reciprocate. What do you think?”

Fucking hell, her palm covered my knot, then gave it a little squeeze, forcing precum to ooze free of the head.

“I think I’ll do whatever the fuck you want if you keep doing that,” I ground out.

“This?” Her wicked grin was accompanied by a swivel of her wrist which almost had me losing it right there. “Or maybe this?”

Looking down to see her eyes locking with mine, right before her tongue flicked out was so fucking hot. That dangerous light flickered within, right before she swept it across the head of my cock.

“Nadia…” I panted, remembering what needed to happen. There was no way I could let myself get caught up in another sexual situation without laying it all on the line. “Nadia, I…”

Of course, that was the moment when her lips met the crown of my dick.

Fuck…

Soft, so fucking soft and slick as her cunt, the feeling was amorphous and addicting. My claws shot out and only some last-minute restraint stopped me from shredding her couch. Instead, I wrapped her hair around one hand, cupping the back of her skull with the other.

“You don’t…” Her throat flexed as she took me deeper, the sensation a dizzying crescendo of pleasure. “You don’t have to…” After, I promised myself. I’ll tell her everything afterwards. “But fuck, I love that you are.”

My hips moved, thrusting very lightly, testing her gag reflex. Instead, her tongue flicked sinuously around my shaft.

“Seeing my cock disappear down your throat,” I growled. “Look how much of me you’re taking.” That seemed to spur her on, but then a guttural splutter had me pulling her free. Brushing away the tears forming at the corners of her eyes. “You don’t, can’t take all of me, and the most sensitive…”

Omegas know their own minds and mine did right now. Hand wrapping around my shaft, squeezing my knot, she sucked down my precum. Over and over, her head bobbed. I talked plenty now, telling her how fucking beautiful she was and what she had me feeling. That I had never experienced something so fucking intense in my life. Perhaps that’s why I started taking over, holding her hair and thrusting faster, but never too deep, right before I felt a familiar prickle in my balls.

“I’m gonna come,” I said. “Nadia, if you don’t want this…” Her hand moved to cup the balls pulled tight against my body and then she dove deeper, cheeks hollowing. “Oh fuck… Oh fuck…”

Knocking the remote, the TV show blared in the background, but all I could focus on was her. Her lips, her tongue, her throat, right before I erupted down it. Coming was like being hit by lightning, over and over again, my roar silencing the actors finally as my whole body twitched with my release.

“Fuck…” Reaching down, I gathered Nadia in my arms, holding her close. “That was incredible. Not needed, but damn…”

I was having my own moment now. Nuzzling in close, my lips brushed her nose, her cheeks, before I went to claim her mouth.

“I haven’t washed out my mouth,” she said.

“Don’t fucking care.”

Her, me, I could taste the meld of us and couldn’t stop wanting more. I devoured my mate like she did me, nipping those lips until they were swollen and red before kissing the sting away. Vaguely, I heard the sound of thudding, but I was sure it was just my heart. What else could it be?

“Tex? Nadia?”

The spell we’d cast together was broken by the sound of Grey’s voice.

“What the hell?”

I tried to claw my mate back, but Nadia pulled free of me, going padding over to the front door. Grey barged in the moment it was unlocked, looking completely wild.

“When was your first shift?” he snapped at her and that had me muscling forward. Putting myself between him and my mate was an instinct I would never fight.

“What?” she said.

“When did you take fur for the first time?” he asked in the same desperate tone.