Page 153 of Trick Knot Treat

That mouth trails up to my jaw, nipping, licking, and then my lips are being forced apart, and a tongue that tastes of fire enters my mouth, and I’m kissing them back like if I don’t, I might die.

I roll my hips restlessly, and when someone climbs over me, their thigh presses against me, and I ride that hard limb, smoothly rolling my hips, slick soaking their clothes, as I pant and clutch at the material that is covering this alpha who is pressing me down.

I am vaguely aware of their scents, the fact that it feels right, that I want to beg for bonds, doesn’t escape my heat-addled mind.

Hands slide up under my T-shirt, and I shiver as I’m lifted and the material ripped off me. That mouth returns to my body, trailing over my skin, the alpha moaning as he sucks hard enough to mark me.

“Bond me.”

There’s a pause.

“Alpha,” I whine. “Bond me. Make it forever. Make it so that no one comes between us ever again. Please make me yours. Please.”

“You are temptation itself, Omega.”

I arch my back, pushing my breast into his mouth. Hot heat envelopes my nipple, and then he’s sucking in hard tugs that have pleasure coiling from the tip deep into the flesh and straight down to between my legs.

It’s like my whole body is a switchboard, and he’s just lit up the whole thing in sparkly red lights. I am awake, I am aware, I am alive.

“Please,” I squeal, grabbing his silky hair and pulling him down on me harder. “Please, bite me.”

He moves to pull back, but I yank him back down.

“It will hurt if I do it here.”

“I want it here. I need it.”

He bites. For a moment, there is nothing. The pain floods in like a wave and then burns out, bringing with it this massive void inside me that is suddenly filled with Clint.

I barely catch hold of that feeling before he shifts his body and sheathes himself in me. The stretch is barely there; I'm too wet. Slick makes it easy for him to push his way into me. I arch, pressing my chest against his, moaning, crying, pleading, wordless sounds that make no sense. I claw at him, trying to get him closer, trying to bring us even further together, because I need more.

I need…knots.

The hunger that word brings has me sobbing.

“Alpha, please make it stop. Please. I’m so hot. It aches. Please give me more.”

“It’s all right, baby, we’ve got you.”

A cock appears at my lips, and I turn my head, engulfing it, sucking and lathing my tongue over it. The taste that pours out of it is my favourite flavour. I want to suck on it forever.

Time blurs in a whirl of sensation, and then I'm being pulled off the cock that is soft in my mouth, someone is swearing, and a hand is anchored in my hair. I lick my lips and moan piteously, trying to wordlessly convince them to give me my tasty prize back.

Clint rocks into me slowly, but the ache and the need has reached uncomfortable levels. I feel like just one touch would make me explode. He holds me close, pressing his cheek to mine, sweaty and smelling delicious.

“Almost there,” he murmurs. “Almost.”

My nails are buried in his ass cheeks, holding him to me, pulling him, and then he suddenly explodes, snapping his hips to mine. Over and over, hard enough that my teeth clack together, hard enough that it sends me hurtling towards that elusive need, and then I feel it, the stretch as his knot forces its way into me.

“CLINT!” I howl. My nails rake up his back, and I wrap my legs around his thighs, squeezing and arching until my spine is bowed off the bed. I see white and gold, a million incoming tides, and them.

He roars into my shoulder, sobbing for breath as his body shakes. His cock swells, and I feel the burning heat of his release fill me.

“Oh, Alpha! Clint. Mine.” I don’t know what I’m saying, it seems far away, but there’s just one more thought. One more compulsion.

I bite this alpha. I make him mine.

The bond is as smooth as silk, harder than diamonds, it’s smoke so light inside me, but warmer than the most welcome hug. It feels like Clint, with his humour and that gentle teasing strength, the capacity for love that is so endless with him. It glows and expands, spreading with pleasure rippling along my nerves.