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He lifts his phone and makes a call.
“Riley?” the female voice answers.
“Didn’t work,” he mutters.
“Okay, um, I could drop off something to help you sleep. It-”
“Won’t work. Slept a little last night. Still knotted.”
“I’m still waiting for a callback from a second contact. The first one, Dr. Blakely, he had no advice except to just enjoy it.”
He growls.
And it releases a gush of wetness from me.
“No, no, no, fuck! Oh shit!” I say, as the vibrating revs up like a racing bike about to pop a wheelie.
“Gotta go,” he grunts.
“Fucking SOS. Someone save us; I’m not sure how much more I can take,” I weep as it’s throbbing inside me, buzzing, pulsing, and whatever else it’s doing.
He stands up and puts me against the wall and braces with both hands, my legs wrapped around him. And he bounces me a little as he vibrates inside me, groaning with pleasure. Is he doing this because he has the urge to move? Because this isn’t the typical thrusting-type sex I’d expected, though I guess you can’t thrust when you’re locked in.
It doesn’t last long on the wall before his knees buckle a little, so he’s sitting on the bed again, holding onto my ass as his mouth latches onto my neck where he bit me last night.
I let out an animalistic-sounding cry at the entirely new sensations now pouring through me. More wetness between my legs. Stronger throbbing vibrations. His hands travel up and down my back, then squeeze my shoulders before one hand goes back to my ass and the other tangles into my wet hair. He’s still sucking the spot on my throat and my eyes are rolling back in my head.
“Omigosh, why are you doing that?”
“Hoping it doesn’t hurt so much if I…do… more for you.”
I frown.
He’s trying to help? With more? I don’t need more. More might kill me.
“God, that feels so…” I start, and then he sucks harder. “Ah!” I dig my nails into his back and whimper.
Man, that feels good. The combination of his mouth on that spot, the claiming spot, along with his hands on my skin is helping. A tear trickles down my cheek at the reminder of what the claiming spot means.
More of his semen is leaking from me. This bed needs to be changed. I need water. I need… “Ah! Riley!” I call out loudly. I need a minute. A minute, please, God…
He halts what he’s doing and as my eyelashes continue fluttering I notice the fact that his nostrils are flaring.
He jumps up, still grasping my butt, thankfully… because I’d probably break his dick and / or it’d rip me apart if he didn’t support me like this. The vibrations halt as he looks out the window and then shoves it up with one hand. I look over my shoulder and see the surprise on Tyson’s face. He’s on the porch with boxes. I see a blonde head in the car outside. Ivy. They’re both here.
“Fuck. Tyson, what are you doing here?” Riley demands.
“I’m sorry, Riley. Brought food. Back to whatever you were doing.” He snickers.
I flush scarlet. The window isn’t a full-length one, thankfully, so he can only see my bare back, not any of my nudity. But it’s obvious that Riley’s carrying my nude body.
“Man, my fuckin’ knot won’t release.”
Tyson startles and frowns. I bury my face in Riley’s neck. Mortified.
“We’ve been attached since last night,” Riley grunts.
“Fuck, really?” Tyson sounds shocked.
“Your mother’s tryin’ to help me figure out how to get out of it.”
Tyson laughs.
It. I feel like I’m it. An inconvenience. An embarrassment.
“Not fuckin’ funny, man. It keeps goin’ nuts on me. Like it’s got a mind of its own.”
Or, I guess he’s thinking of his knot as it. That still doesn’t make me feel better.
“Is your witch controlling your knot for her benefit?” Tyson asks.
I gasp at the audacity of the accusation.
“I’ll have you know that no. Absolutely not!” I snap, looking over my shoulder at Tyson, who has his eyes averted.
God, I have to make sure I don’t flash him my boobs.
Tyson laughs again. “It’s very fuckin’ funny, cousin. Maybe it’s your wolf, your instincts telling your body to hold onto her because this is where you belong. Inside your female. ”
Riley growls.
I wince because my traitorous body also reacts to the growl.
“Get the fuck gone, Ty,” Riley says gruffly.
“Listen to your knot. Your wolf. This is where you’re supposed to be. Stop fighting fate and maybe it’ll let your knot let go for a few minutes and give your mate’s princess parts a reprieve.”
Gah!
Riley storms to the bed with me and trips. We land hard.
Tyson calls in loudly. “My Ivy’s pregnant. I’m gonna be a father!”
“Congrats,” Riley grinds out, sounding angry.
“I’ll put all the food inside for you since you’re…” He lets that hang.
“Yeah. Okay,” Riley practically grunts as I start crying out again as his knot buzzes inside me.
