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My knot swelled and locked us together, but it felt like it was her tight pussy that was keeping me in place. She was clamping down on me in brutal pulses as she cried out, and my release was instantaneous. I’d never come so hard, the grip she had on my knot wringing out pleasure I didn’t know existed.
But it was more than that. Connection, relief, joy. I looked to her neck and imagined feeling my teeth sinking into her perfect flesh, marking her as mine, bonding with her. I’d know her emotions like they were my own.
If there had ever been a doubt, it was gone. She wasmine.Ours. Forever.
I could hold back for now, but soon, I would give her my bite.
12
SYLVIE
Jonah’s knot brought me some relief. While Luke had pushed my need higher, the pleasure Jonah gave me satisfied. I had a bit of breathing room. At least for a few minutes.
When his grip around my waist loosened and his thrusts slowed, I had one final beautiful orgasm, squeezing out the last of his seed while I gasped, high on the rush of sensation. His knot slipped out, and I felt a warm towel cleaning my legs.
Not too clean, I noticed. He wanted me to feel some of him dripping down.
Jonah’s large, rough hand stroked down my back as he lay down beside me and then eased me to the cushions, my back to his front. On a contented sigh, he wrapped his muscular arm around my waist and buried his face in my neck. I felt his teeth scrape at the juncture with my shoulder, where he would put his bite.
I’d nearly begged for it while he was inside me, but I managed to swallow the words. The fog of the heat made my brain fuzzy, so it wasn’t the right time. But as soon as we joined, his knot inside me, I knew. It was right. We were made for each other. And I didn’t think that would change when my heat ended.
“How’re you doing, sugar? Hungry, thirsty? Can I get you anything?”
I loved it when he called me sugar.
“Thirsty. But don’t go. I’d like you to just hold me for now. It feels good.”
He kissed my neck, purring against my back. “That’s all I want, for you to feel good.”
His sandalwood scent enveloped me, along with his heat and the rumbling from his chest, and I drifted off for a bit, lulled to sleep in his arms. When I opened my eyes, I still felt Jonah at my back, but in front of me was an image that had that familiar tension building again.
Toby reclined next to me, his eyes hungry. He had a water bottle and some snacks on a tray beside him, and a coil of silky-looking rope. My gaze strayed down his lean, muscled torso. Then my breath caught.
I’d had his cock in my mouth, but now that I could properly see it, I gave a silent thanks to my omega physiology. It had to be the longest cock I had ever seen. Nine inches, maybe? Ten? And I’d taken him down my throat, all the way to his knot.
Oh god, the taste of him. Like sparkling ginger lemonade. I was suddenly very thirsty.
“Like what you see?” Toby’s grin sent heat through my body.
I licked my lips. I was feeling sassy. “Like how deep I took you?”
He moved faster than I could see. On a growl, he snatched me out of Jonah’s arms and pinned me, his hard shaft digging almost painfully against my thigh and stomach. Jonah muttered some sounds of annoyance but then moved away to give us space.
I tried to shift my hips, to adjust him until I could feel that cock rubbing me where I needed it. But I couldn’t. Toby’s strong arms, taut with ropey muscle, held my wrists over my head as his mouth crashed over mine. It was rough, his lips and tongue giving me no mercy, no tenderness. I pushed back, meeting the fierce, consuming passes of his mouth with my own.
He was quickly driving me to the edge. My arms pulled against his iron grip, my chest arching up, seeking friction against my nipples. Desperate for anything he would give me or that I could take.
Toby broke the kiss and pulled his face back, showing me a devilish smile.
“Ah, ah, ah, little omega. You’re not in charge of this.” He kissed down my neck, making me whimper when I couldn’t move to kiss him back. “I’m going to find out what you like.”
The delicious promise of his words, the thrill of what he might have planned, made me feel like I was about to come. He adjusted his grip on my wrists with just one large hand and moved the other down between my legs, making sounds of pleasure at the slick he found there.
“I can’t scent you, but I need to find out if I can taste you. These arms stay up. We’ve got a convenient eye hook in the wall for the rope to go through.”
Toby moved me closer to the edge of the nest and threaded the rope through a metal loop, then around my wrists in a careful but snug crisscrossing pattern. The position pushed up my chest so that my breasts were like an offering to him, my body tethered for his enjoyment. I felt a rush of excitement at being tied down, but his words rang in my head and my mind struggled with their meaning.
He’d said he couldn’t scent me. Even now, during my heat. So all this, what he was doing to me…was because hewantedto. Not because my perfume clouded his judgment.
