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She responds with another moan as she locks her ankles around my ass and pulls me in deep enough that my knot rubs against her slick skin.
“Fuuuck,” she whimpers, back arching off the sweat-soaked sofa. She rocks her hips into me until she finds the spot she likes best.
And for a moment, I’m back in that awful concubine room.
Vanilla and musk so thick I can feel it in my throat.
Belle grinding herself on my knot.
“No,” I mutter out loud, and try my best to ground myself in the physical. Willa’s soft, anguished moans. The beautiful sheen of sweat across her chest. The way her left nipple points slightly outward. Every detail reminds my brain that I am not in danger. That I am not being…
I can’t even think the word.
“Willa, sweetheart, I’m gonna start working my knot in. Is that alright?”
I can’t be a slave to those thoughts anymore. I can’t keep relieving what that awful woman did.
I have to help my new soft, beautiful mate through this.
And I’m determined to enjoy fucking the heat out of her.
End of fucking story.
Willa doesn’t answer me. She doesn’t need to because her body does all the talking.
I figure since mages and alphas both have knots, omegas should work about the same as witches.
Wrong.
So fucking wrong.
I don’t have to try to get my knot into Willa’s gorgeous pussy.
Nope. It sucks it inside of her all on its own.
“Holy shit.” I grip her thigh, the couch, anything to keep myself upright.
And that’s the second time I almost lose my shit.
“Good god, woman. Your pussy is…” I can’t even finish the sentence.
Is this what it’s supposed to be like?
What it should have been all this time?
Her giggles bleed into another moan and then another orgasm breaks over her. She’s screaming at the top of her lungs, bucking and riding me like a fucking wild bull.
And I’m just trying to hold on as long as I can.
Letting this new un-fucking-believable experience fill in the groove Belle left. Overwrite the bad with the good.
I don’t know if that’s how it works.
But I’m gonna pretend like it does.
WILLA
Even through thehaze of this fucking terrible rebound heat—and if I ever find out who decided rebounding was a fucking thing, I’m gonna smash ‘em in the head—I can tell Rook doesn’t have long.
