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“Knot, want your knot,” Lennon managed to say. It was a struggle to get his brain to work with his mouth with how Kodi looked.

His hair was in disarray, eyes glazed and dangerous. His lips were swollen and his jaw shiny with spit and slick. “I’m not sure—”

Lennon didn’t hesitate, he shimmed up, flicked his legs over Kodi’s head to roll and kneel on the bed, presenting his ass to Kodi, wiggling it and begging, “Please… please… please…”

“Fuckkkk.”

His voice was pure gravel as hands took hold on his hips and dragged him towards Kodi. He mewled when the tongue was back in his ass and his cock throbbed hard enough it made his balls ache with the need for friction. Only Lennon didn’t want to come like this.

“Knot… me,” he pleaded, near crying with the need.

He didn’t think Kodi had heard him when he didn’t immediately remove the frisky tongue, and a sob caught in his throat at being denied. As much as he loved what Kodi was doing, the desire to be filled clawed at his guts.

The breath hissed between clenched teeth in relief when Kodi’s tongue disappeared and a second later the crown of his cock pushed against his slick hole. “Feel so fucking hot. You’re burning my cock,” he muttered. “But damn, I need to feel you clench around my knot like you want.”

“Yes, he cried, “yes, give it to m… argh,” he sobbed in relief at the stretch from the force of Kodi’s thrust inside him. There was no finesse, it was all need. His wolf rutted into him with wild abandon.

The hands holding his hips were a punishing grip but Lennon didn’t feel it when his senses were bombarded with desire. A perfect storm that held him firmly in its center, waiting for the eye to unleash its full power. To unleash the knot.

A hand released his hip bone and slid beneath to take hold of the base of his cock in a loose grip. Kodi arched over Lennon’s back, his mouth next to his ear, whispering, “Want you to come on my knot.”

Lennon mewled and tucked his head into Kodi’s as the hand started to glide up and down his cock, the callouses from weight training creating delicious friction. Kodi’s now measured thrusts matched his hand motion, and Lennon’s fingers dug into the covers, his body tensing at the intense ache in his lower abdomen.

Kodi made a noise in the back of throat that caused the hairs on Lennon’s neck to stand up right as he felt an extreme pressure in his ass. The stretch of the knot forming was almost unbearable. His eyes screwed shut, and he broke out in a full body sweat. The burn was unlike anything he’d experienced, and it spread through his body, torching his brain function. He didn’t tell Kodi to stop. Couldn’t tell him when he wanted this. Needed it. So he didn’t pull away. No, he pushed his hips higher, desperate, keening loudly at the feel of cum pelting his womb. The feelings sent his cock into spasm and spurted in ferocious bursts over the covers under him, leaving him caught between paradise and what could be perceived as hell.

His entire body felt wired to a socket of intense pleasure, his cells exploding at the overload, leaving his brain fried. He hung limp in Kodi’s arms, struggling to get his breath. The pulsing knot held him captive, and he had no wish to escape. Not now… not ever.

Chapter Twenty

Delicious & Vicious

Frey: The video Monty, I can’t stop crying!

Hollis: It was beautiful, seeing them all so happy.

Bowie: I’m a little jealous we didn’t get to be there. Did you see the design on the material? What was that Monty? I couldn’t zoom in close enough to see.

Monty: Cace drew pictures of all the chickens and then painted them on the silk. Gods, he’s amazingly talented. Cass is having the pictures framed for his new home. Did I tell you he’s pregnant?

Bowie: He is? Wow, he’ll be such a good daddy.

Isley: I wish we could come visit. And Bowie, you’re so right, Cass will be wonderful.

Lennon read the comments about the video Monty had sent to show them all how happy the omegas were on the ranch. Frey wasn’t wrong, and Lennon used a tissue to wipe away the tears, feeling emotional even at the little chicks dressed in pretty clothes. It was ridiculously silly, but he couldn’t seem to stop. In fact, he’d been increasingly emotional, and he couldn’t even blame Kodi for it. There was a slice of guilt at what he typed as a response. Re-reading it, he winced at the outright lie.

Lennon: Yeah, it would be great to be there rather than here! It’s nice to be heading to Milan in two days and everything, but with how difficult Kodi is being, I’d rather be somewhere else.

Kodi wasn’t being difficult, or not in the way he’d written. The difficulty came from how often Lennon wanted sex. The last few weeks, Lennon, if he hadn’t known better, would have thought he was going through a prolonged heat. Knotting with Kodi had done something to his sex drive. He was young, yes, and had toys he played with—though not anymore when he had cock literally on tap—regularly. He’d just never needed it every day. This new appetite was ferocious. He was meeting Jonny after work because he needed someone to talk to who knew about Kodi.

Hollis: I’m coming to your office, Lennon.

It took a second to register Hollis’s response, and he quickly typed a reply. If Hollis came into his office, he’d scent the arousal straight off. Lennon was a total horn dog when he thought about Kodi’s knot.

Lennon: Don’t bother, I have a meeting in two minutes, and I’m fed-up of moaning.

Ziggy: Can we help in any way?

Lennon: Monty’s video helped… a lot.