Page 11 of Salt and Knot

Even so.

She’s pushed her arse back towards me. Her face is pressed into my pillows—I brought her to my bedroom, there was never any other option—and she’s taking greedy gulps of my scent from the sheets.

“Please, I need your knot, alpha.”

It takes all my strength to not to get on my knees behind her, line up my cock with her tight virgin entrance, and tug her onto me, filling her in one hard thrust.

I don’t.

“I’m going to, I promise. I’ll make it better. I’ll make it perfect for you, my sweet little omega.” I stroke my hands over her hips, and she arches into my touch. “When you take my cock, I want it to be bliss.”

“It hurts, it hurts so much. Make it stop,” she begs.

I lie down and shift so I’m underneath her thighs, and drag her hips down to my face.

She whimpers. “What are you doing?”

“You’re going to come on my face, beautiful little omega. Put your slick in my mouth.” I press my fingers into the soft flesh of her arse, insisting that she lower onto me. Her inner thighs are covered with the evidence of her arousal, and I groan, my cock twitching. “Give it to me.”

I tip up my chin, and her pussy touches my lips. I can’t withhold a growl of need as the taste of her slick explodes on my tongue. Sweet and salt and citrus. “Omega.”

Isla pants, and her muscles relax, allowing me to get a better angle. Then I have her fully on me. Her sweet folds are delicious. So soft. And it takes me only a second to part them and find the hard little nub of her clit.

It barely needs anything, just a swipe of my tongue, and she tenses up, and screams, quaking as she comes. I tug her down more onto my mouth, wanting more, and more. Her slick gets more intense, sweeter, saltier, and with that fragrant overtone of orange. I lick at it, desperate for more of her. The softness of her pussy is the best thing I’ve ever felt, and the pulse of her clit as she comes.

The echo of sensation when my kraken side made her come is nothing compared to this. I’m glowing with pride and happiness as she shudders with pleasure.

“Is that better, omega?” I murmur.

“Mmmm!”

I keep on licking her, careful to work my way in from the side rather than where she’s sensitive. I haven’t forgotten that I’ve already forced orgasms from her in the water. I have control now.

But I don’t stop.

“One more.” Maybe. Or two.

She shakes and whines. “Dylan.”

Oh, that’s it. Something I didn’t know I had to have. My fated mate saying my name as she comes. This is perfect, and I’ll love doing this every day for the rest of my life.

I lick, and suck, and hold her to me when she tries to wriggle away when I make her come for the second time.

“Alpha, I…” She sounds broken, but the burning of her skin eases to a manageable warmth. Orgasms from her mate are easing her heat, but not fully, and she’s still restless. “Dylan. Please.”

“One more.” It’s the only words I get out between sucking on her clit hard. Techniques that are good enough for me as a monster, are good enough for me as a man. “Then I’ll knot you.”

And when she breaks again, my cock is leaking pre-come, sticky onto my belly. It’s a steady stream, and I need relief as much as she does.

“That’s it, such a good girl,” I murmur as I kiss around her slick ribbon of flesh. “Now you’re ready for me, lovely little omega.”

“Yes, yes. Ohhh.” She can barely hold herself up. But I pull her down my body, admiring every part of her, from the plane of her stomach to her berry nipple tipped breasts, until her sweetly scented cunt meets the helmet of my swollen cock.

Her slick combines with my pre-come, and the mate bond twangs. The rightness is overwhelming.

“That’s it.” My voice comes out raspy. “Feels good, doesn’t it?”

She tries to sink onto my shaft, and it’s too fast. I need to control this.