Page 39 of Knot Your Pucking Secret

That’s it baby, fucking mark me.

I spear Lennon on my tongue, her wet heat encasing me. Sweet honey and the taste of floral midnight rain explodes on my tongue. I groan into her cunt, my inner beast that’s hungered for her for months finally coming alive. The taste of her arousal mixing with my spit becomes a delicious cocktail as I drink her down. Each slurp is vulgar. Even more so when Lennon grips my hair, her body contorting under the pleasure that I am giving her.

“Fuck yes, Alpha. Right there,” she moans, moving me right where she wants me. Taking control like the empress she is, guiding her subject to do her bidding.

I can’t help the groan that escapes me. My cock presses painfully beneath the confines of my jeans. I want—needrelief. Removing one hand from Lennon’s thigh, I reach for the fabric and begin fiddling with the button before fighting to lower my zipper.

A searing pain explodes on my scalp as Lennon rips my head back from her core.

“Don’t you dare fucking touch yourself. This is about me.”

Well, fuck me dead.

I nod, trying not to wince under the pain that radiates with each movement of my head. “Yes, Omega.”

A wicked smile curves her full lips, one so at odds with the woman I once knew. She is different now. More confident in herself. Assertive. She’s a woman that knows exactly what it is that she wants, and she’s not afraid to take it.

It’s so fucking hot.

Pulling me back, I resume my work, rotating my tongue over her clit in slow, sensual circles, delighting as her body squirms, relishing in the way she lights up beneath me and the way her heels dig in harder, forcing me closer to her, if that’s even at all possible. Warmth trickles down my back from her heels, and my cock twitches painfully, needing to feel more. Needing more of her. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough.

Her breathy moans fill the room around us, like whispered worship in our own secret language as I take whatever she’s willing to give to me. I know she believes that this, what we’re doing, is all for her. But it’s not. I’ve wanted to do this since she walked back into the arena. I wanted to claim her all over again when I saw Sasha’s name stretched across her back all those weeks ago. She’s been testing the line between surrender and the one she drew for me herself, and right now, with her taste on my tongue, with her pussy throbbing in desperation to feel more of me, I know it’s only a matter of time before she breaks. Breaks me. More so than before. I’d deserve it. I’d deserve whatever she decides to dish out, and I’d take every bit of that punishment without question.

Just as long as she doesn’t stop this.

Her breaths pick up when my fingers join my tongue. I spear them into her tight channel.

“Fuck! Dominic!” she moans, tightening her grip on me even further. She is going to send me bald at the rate she’s going. “Oh, God!” she cries out, raising her free hand to cover her mouth.

I think we’re well past staying quiet. Voices have passed that door the entire time, and I don’t fucking care. Let them hear us. Let them know that their pretty little coach is all wrapped up in the equipment manager. I pull back just enough to speak.

“If heaven’s watching, baby, let them. I was never made to play the saint.”

I lean in once more, tasting the effect my words have on her and it’s nothing short of intoxicating. I feel her channel tighten around my fingers, the beginnings of her orgasm sending her into a frenzy.

She squeals as I increase my speed at the same time she falls over the edge. Slick heat trails down my arm and chin in streams, drenching my shirt in her arousal. I try to drink everything she gives me, not wanting to waste anything if I can help it. I don’t know when will be the next time she deems me worthy of being between her legs again. I refuse to waste this moment.

I remain on my knees, pulling back from Lennon’s warmth after I’ve cleaned her up to the best of my ability. Her chest rises and falls in slow pants and I watch as her pulse pounds beneath her skin. Her head is still thrown back, elongating the sensitive soft flesh of her throat. My mouth salivates to kiss her there. To claim every inch of her skin and to take my fucking time doing it. But I am forced to remain rooted to my spot. The temptation to mark her is strong. It would be so easy, too. I could so easily hold her to me, sink my teeth into her neck, bonding her to me forever. No amount of distance she could put between us would make her any less mine. And when she would finally descend into heat, the madness of the moment would have her marking me in return.

I want it so badly it becomes hard to breathe. That’s all I can think of. I want to feel her in my chest. I want to drown in her more than I already do. A selfish part of me wants her to drownin me, too. For it to be me she goes to bed thinking of. For me to be the first thing she thinks of when she wakes. I want to be the one warming her nest. Bringing her pleasure every single night. But I fucked the chances of that by my own brutish actions. Marking her in the way I did was the wrong thing to do. Sure, she is mine, but that doesn’t make any of it okay.

I will be paying for that mistake for the rest of my life. Even more so when she asks if that’s the part I’m sorry for. Because I’m anything but. Knowing she’s walking around with my name on her skin, a permanent reminder that no matter what she tells herself, that she’s mine… It does something to me. It’s the only thing that makes fucking sense to me. Lennon will always be mine. I believe that more now than I ever did before.

I thought that out of everything we’d done, that was the worst.

But it wasn’t.

The worst part about all this was that we let her walk away.

Finally, Lennon looks down at me. She doesn’t say anything. She simply just observes me. And I let her. I let her see every single ugly part of me. Every single feeling that I have kept tied up inside of me, not wanting it to break the person I have been fronting for the better part of a year.

“Stay,” she demands as she slides off the bench. I don’t move, I just watch. Her hips sway seductively as she makes her way over to the pile of sharpened blades. Collecting a single blade, Lennon turns back toward me, dragging a single finger over the edge.

“You marked me. It’s only fair that I return the favor.”

Fuck. I may have very well just come in my pants from nothing but her words. It’s like I manifested this moment.

“Take your shirt off.”