Page 35 of Knotted by the Mountain Man Dragon

“You can take anything I give you.” I press harder with my fingers. “You’ve taken my cock. You’ve taken my knot. You’ve taken every filthy thing I’ve done to this body and begged for more. So give me one more, Mara. Right now.”

She shatters again. Violently. Her hips bucking so hard I have to pin them down with my forearm, and I feel a rush of wetness flood my hand and I groan against her and lick her through it until she’s shaking and boneless.

I rise over her. She looks wrecked. Destroyed. Flushed from her cheeks to her chest, her hair tangled on the pillow, her eyes glazed, her lips swollen. The most beautiful thing I have ever seen in ninety-three years of living.

“Turn over,” I tell her.

Her eyes widen slightly. Then she rolls onto her stomach.

I grab her hips and pull them up. She rises onto her hands and knees and I run my palm down her spine, over the curve of her ass, between her thighs, through the slickness that’s dripping down the inside of her leg.

“Soaked.” I drag my fingers through it and bring them to my mouth. “My perfect, needy little omega. Look at what I do to you.”

“Cage, please…”

“Please what? Tell me.”

“Please just… I need you inside me. I need to feel you. I need…”

“I know what you need.”

I line up and push into her in one long stroke.

She cries out and her arms buckle and her face drops to the mattress and I grab her hips and hold her there and sink to the hilt. The angle is devastating. I’m so deep I can feel the end of her, that place where she tightens and flutters around the head of my cock, and I pull back and drive in again and she makes a sound that’s almost a scream.

“Every inch.” I thrust deep. Hold there. “Feel that? Every single inch of me is inside you. No one else will ever fill you like this. No one else will ever be this deep.”

“No one.” She’s gasping into the pillow. “Only you. Cage, only you.”

“That’s right.” I pull back slowly. Slam forward. She screams. “Only me. Only my cock. Only my knot. For the rest of your life, Mara.”

I set a pace that’s brutal. Hard, deep strokes that rock her forward on the mattress, the headboard slamming the wall, the bed frame groaning. My hands grip her hips too hard and I don’t care and she doesn’t care and the room fills with the sound of skin hitting skin and her moans and my growls.

I lean over her. Press my chest to her back. My mouth finds her ear.

“I’m going to mark you.” My voice is barely recognizable. Low and shredded and vibrating with something deeper than human vocal cords should produce. “I’m going to bite into this perfect neck while I’m buried inside you and my knot is locked in this tight little pussy and you are going to feel it for the rest of your life.”

“Yes.” She’s crying. Not from pain. From everything. “Yes, do it. I want it. I want all of it.”

I pull her upright. Her back against my chest, my arm banded across her ribs, my hand on her throat. She tips her head back against my shoulder, exposing the curve of her neck, and the gesture of submission and trust is so complete that my dragon roars inside my chest.

I thrust up into her from this angle, hard and deep, and my other hand slides between her thighs and finds her clit and she jerks in my arms.

“Come with me,” I tell her. “When I mark you. Come with me, Mara.”

The knot swells. Stretches her. She gasps and her hands grab my forearm and her nails dig in.

“It’s so much… Cage, it’s…”

“Take it. Take all of me. You were made for this.”

The knot locks.

She screams my name and shatters. I feel her orgasm clench around me in waves so hard my vision goes white, and I sink my teeth into the curve of her neck where her shoulder meets her throat.

Not hard enough to truly hurt. Hard enough to break the skin. Hard enough that the bonding enzyme floods her bloodstream and finds her omega biology and fuses.

The bond seals.