Page 8 of Knot Enough

EIGHT

The creak from the cell door roused me from sleep.

I uncurled and sat straight up. Axel? Goosebumps broke out along my skin, and I straightened.

I couldn’t shake the sinking feeling in my gut.

I held my breath as I waited with bated breath.

I couldn’t scent him, but as chestnut hair stepped under the light, my fears were confirmed.

Kane.

He’d taken Axel so roughly last night. I’d been scared for my life and aroused at the same time.

The light bounced off his broad shoulders, and the muscles were evident through his shirt and causing everything in me to clench.

My lips parted as my gaze trailed down his naked chest. I feast on every dip and ridge as my gaze lowers.

These men, my captors, have no business being this attractive.

His hazel eyes sparked and threatened to burn. When he blinked, an inferno replaced it. Something’s changed. . . no, something was wrong. Electricity buzzed through the air as he charged in, closing the distance.

He cast me in darkness, and my cell felt smaller.

I trembled before him as I tilted my chin back to stare at him.

Fear and… excitement. He was silent as he stood above me.

His chest expanded, his nostrils flared.

Buried deep, an instinct screamed to submit, but that wasn’t me.

Defying or challenging an Alpha wasn’t wise, but I wouldn’t cower.

As if he read my mind, a low growl reverberated in his chest as his tongue wet his lip; almost as if he was trying to taste my scent.

A whimper fell from my lips without permission, and the growling ceased.

He crouched over me, reaching for me. Adrenaline kicked in, and I scrambled back.

He grabbed my ankle and dragged me back under him.

I cried out as glass dug into flesh. He straddled me, two powerful legs on either side as he grabbed my wrists and pinned them above my head.

It stung, and warmth dripped from my arms. He lowered himself, and I froze. He’s nuzzling me? He dragged his nose up my nape, and a growl of approval filled the cell. They hadn’t fucked me last time they were all in here, and I thought that made me safe.

Stupid of me.

“Please,” I whispered.

“Take,” he rumbled against my neck.

“Please don’t,” I murmured.

“Claim.”

“What?” I asked as a different fear filled me.

“Mine,” he snarled.

His limited speech had alarm bells going off.

Oh, fuck. Kane was in Rut.

The Alpha wasn’t in his right mind right now.

Lips parted, jaw ticking, eyes set on me like I was the answer to all of his problems. He was overtaken by his primal instincts.

He wouldn’t stop to take what he needed–to stuff, claim, and knot me.

I hate how the idea of it sends a thrill down my spine.

Unlike the last time he was down here, there was no one to stop him.

There was no way I would be bound to him forever.

My vision blurred. Everything in me screamed to fight him, but I knew there was no chance of freedom.

The tears flowed freely as he ground against me.

His hardness dug into my ribs, and I hated that even as I’m about to be taken, my body craved him.

Refusing to just lie here and let him take my dignity from me, I fought him with every ounce of strength I had.

I bucked my hips, jerked and butted my head, and kneed him, but a weak female Beta was nothing against an Alpha. He did the opposite–he released my wrists. Fingers dug into the name on my stomach, and I froze. His nose was in my hair, his hand wrapped around my throat, squeezing until I complied.

He was everywhere.

His free hand roamed, and despite how disgusted I was with myself, need coiled deep in my belly. Trails of warmth remained where his fingers had just been.

I actually like this?

A low growl called to something buried deep within me. It uncurled and reared its head in answer. I didn’t understand, but it reached out to him, and I was powerless as a whine fell from my lips. Hazel eyes confirmed what slipped through my fingers.

One minute, I’m fighting to get away, and the next, I’m slack beneath him.

Sensing my submission, he straightened and got off me.

A sense of relief mingled with disappointment filled my chest before he flipped me.

Pebbles poked into my sensitive flesh, and I barely caught myself before my face hit the ground.

Strong hands gripped my waist, and I was yanked up on my knees.

“Present yourself,” he barked.

The heat emanating from him licked up my body as his hardness dug into my lower back.

An Alpha bark is impossible to resist, but at this point, I’m not sure I would, even if I could.

I reacted immediately–my head dropped to the ground, my breasts full, my nipples grazed the cool chain beneath me, and I shoved my ass back like it was second nature.

An invitation.

One he would take. His growl of approval caused wetness between my legs. I shouldn’t want this, but I do. It’s wrong, and oh, so fucking right. I felt small and… Submissive.

“Good girl,” he praised.

Black dots danced across my vision as his words washed over me.

Cool air kissed my exposed sex as he moved back, taking his warmth with him.

His grip on my hips tightened, and then his tip was at my core.

My jaw fell slack as he speared me open, going where no other man has gone before, without hesitation.

Searing pain and a fullness I’ve never experienced before ran through me as my face dragged against the cement.

I’m clawing at the ground and screaming as he hits resistance.

He groaned, withdrew, and thrusted into me a second time.

Tearing through my virginity and claiming my innocence.

“Mine and mine alone.”

Hurt. It hurt.

“A little more and you’ll take all of me,” he panted.

I arched my back and took the rest, as if that were my sole purpose in life.

“Mine,” Kane growled as he pulled out of me. He slammed into me, this time, until he was buried. I didn’t know it would hurt this much. Tears fell as his thighs pressed against the back of mine. He pulled out, and I whined when he paused.

“Your blood paints my cock.” His voice pleased.

“Please.” I didn’t know what I begged for, but as he eased into me, I moaned.

“You cry, but your cunt sucks me greedily,” he marveled as his balls squished against my cheeks.

He was so deep. I could feel him in my stomach.

It was uncomfortable, but there was peace with the fullness.

My body had a mind of its own, and I couldn’t understand it.

Everything clenched, and my thighs trembled.

I give up.

I pulled off him, and my eyes rolled back as I felt every inch slide out.

The weight of his gaze locked on where we connected, multiplying my arousal.

My lips parted as I pushed back against him with a squelch.

His breath grew ragged as I repeated the process.

Not stopping until he was so deep, I felt sick, but it hit a sweet spot that made me quake.

It felt good, so fucking good.

“You feel so fucking good,” he groaned, as if he could read my mind. “But too slow.” His grip on my hips tightened.

“Alpha, please,” I sobbed.

“I’ll give you exactly what you want.”

Kane pulled out of me with a pop, leaving me bereft, but not for long.

He slammed into me with a powerful thrust. My body slid against the floor, but his hands kept me from getting far.

He drove into me again, but this time, he yanked my hips back to meet him.

We both groaned together as the sounds of our bodies colliding filled the cell.

With every jerk of his hips, our bodies slapped together, and a bulge slapped against my cheeks.

My arms lay out in front of me, hands against the floor as I tried to stay grounded for him.

He used me for pleasure, and the wetness seeping down my thigh proved I wanted this.

My body wound up tight as he hit something deep within me.

It started building and threatened to explode.

“Ready to come for me, little Omega?”

Kane’s words caused the bundle of nerves to build. He spoke as if he’d played with my body many times before. I wanted more . He fucked me hard and fast, pushing me closer until fireworks went off. I writhed beneath him, my orgasm tearing through me, but he didn’t stop.

“Fuck,” I moaned.

Kane stilled, but used his grip on my hips to yank me back, forcing me to fuck him. I twitched as I rode the waves of my orgasm. The noises that filled the cell were obscene.

“Look how your cunt squeezes my cock,” he murmured.

“Don’t… look,” I rasped.

“Nothing could make me stop. You’re so sensitive,” he cooed. “You’re begging to be filled.”

“No more,” I whimpered.

“More? But we’re just getting started. You haven’t even taken my knot yet,” he chuckled as he rocked back and forth against me, testing if he could push the bulb at the bottom of his thick cock in. He couldn’t.

“No, wait!”

“Take.”

Thrust.

“My.”

Thrust.

“Knot.”

Thrust.

Kane withdrew and pushed into me, his knot forcing its way into my pussy.

I screamed as it stretched until I thought it would rip.

He cursed under his breath and withdrew.

Lifting his leg up, he was merciless as he withdrew what I had taken of his knot, followed by his length, only to thrust into me, shoving it all back in.

I was wrong. I wasn’t full before.

This was too much. I cried out, my body shaking as he repeated the motion, but this time, I took it all.

There was a pinch. I clawed at the cement, rocks lodging under my nails as he picked up the pace.

With each thrust, I took his knot repeatedly.

My eyes crossed as the burn gave way to pleasure.

His fingers dug deep into my hips as the door slammed open.