Page 30 of Knot Enough (Fruity Omegas #1)

His motions were somehow controlled yet chaotic.

I could feel how much he needed me, to be in me, in our kisses.

He brought my legs as far apart as he could manage.

I felt the tip of him start slowly pushing its way into me.

At first, he went soft and slow, wanting my body to get adjusted to his without hurting me.

Once he was all the way in, his thrusts got harder and less controlled.

He trailed nips and kisses down my neck.

I moaned loudly at a particularly hard thrust against my pelvis.

I was sure the others had probably woken up from my noise.

Something inside me flipped when I looked up at the man taking me. Our eyes connected, and we looked at each other, into each other. I could almost feel his soul and mine touch with how intense the feelings that passed through us were. At this moment, I knew what I had to do.

"Bite me," I yelled out. I was sure my voice sounded more like a growl or a moan rather than me yelling. Graham stopped what he was doing as I was about to reach my climax. I growled and tried to wiggle my body to get the friction back .

"Gabriel, are you sure? Is your head clear enough from the heat to even make that sort of decision?" Graham asked. Doubt entered my mind, and I grew nervous at his reluctance.

"Do you not want to?" I asked. I didn't like how small and uncertain I sounded.

I was a spunky and playful omega. I didn't get nervous or shy away from what I wanted.

Where the hell was that Gabriel when you needed him?

Graham growled at my words. I was stunned for a moment.

This alpha rarely showed his anger. Seeing him growl or show even a smidge of aggression was surprising.

"Of course, I want to bite you. I have since the day I met you.

I just want to make sure you don't regret this decision.

I want you to be sure." He explained. His hand went to my face to wipe a small lick of sweat off my forehead.

The gesture was appreciated, but I would be even sweatier and dirtier before the day was over.

"I want this. I want you. I want this pack and I swear to the high heavens or whatever god is watching right now that if you don't hurry up and move, mark me, I'll do it myself.

" I complained. There were decisions and choices I've regretted in life.

Every person in this world had things like that, but in my soul and bones, I knew Graham marking me would not be one of them.

Graham stared into my face a few moments longer before a smile of determination appeared on his.

"Kinky. Didn't know you liked to have an audience present.

" He joked, then return to the rhythm he had before he stopped fucking me.

Another loud moan came out of my mouth. It was like his efforts were renewed, and he started thrusting with fresh vigor.

He nipped at several places along my body, making comments about marking me.

I had no idea where he was going to end up placing his mark.

I had a feeling he wanted to keep me guessing till the very end.

I was right on the cusp of going over the edge when Graham's voice entered my ear.

"Bite me, too." He said. His voice was gravely from suppressing his own moaning. The idea of marking him and being able to feel our connection two ways pushed me off the cliff. I could feel his knot fix inside. In one swift motion, Graham pulled my right hand toward him and bit down hard. The sudden feeling of him, his love, affection, gratitude, and pride had me cumming again. It was like a door opened allowing all of Graham’s emotions to flood into me.

I gripped Graham's neck and pulled him down to me hard. My eyes were fixed on the exact spot I wanted. Within seconds, my teeth connected to Graham’s neck.

I had chosen the spot right where his neck met his shoulder.

Blood entered my mouth, and I used my tongue to lick the small wound and clean it .

Once I was done, Graham gripped my head, and his lips met mine in a deep kiss. I could taste small remnants of my own blood in his mouth, and I was sure he could taste his own on my lips.

"Awwww, I wanted to be first.” Sorren’s voice drew Graham and me from our moment.

He had sat up and watched us with affection.

I decided to ignore the fact that there was a pool of white liquid around him.

His relaxed posture and calm demeanor told me that he genuinely didn't mind if Graham had the chance to bite me first.

"Sorry. I wanted claiming bites to happen naturally. I don't want them to be planned or made into a goal. We belong together; it shouldn't matter when we do it," I explained. Graham nodded, taking my words into consideration.

"I like that." Sorren agreed.

I noticed Lydia had been quiet both in the bond and in the nest. It made me wonder if she was still asleep or if something was wrong.

She rarely closed her bond with me. She only does it when she's feeling a lot of big emotions and doesn't want to overwhelm me with them.

I finally spotted her sitting on the edge of the nest.

"Lydia, what's wrong?" I asked. She was frozen stiff with eyes that reminded me of a deer in headlights.

She looked like she was about to break down and start sobbing.

I tried to get up and get to her, but when I felt Graham's knot move in me slightly, I was reminded I was unable to move.

"Lydia, baby, can you come here?" I asked.

My voice was getting higher and more frantic.

I've only ever seen her like this around her scent matches.

Why was she making that face? What was wrong? How could I fix it?

My tone must have been loud enough to snap her out of whatever rabbit hole she had falled down. Her eyes filled with tears, and she started to crawl away from us.

"I can't, I can't, I can't be here." She cried out before running out of the nest. Graham had to hold me back from hurting myself trying to get her.

Every bone in my body needed to go after her.

It was almost like my thoughts propelled the alphas; within seconds of Lydia leaving, they ran out of the nest following after her.

Being unable to move, Graham was doing his best to try and calm me down while we waited for his knot to deflate.