Page 21 of Knot Our Mistake (Knot Ours #1)

CHAPTER

TWENTY-ONE

SOPHIA

I was on fire. Burning alive from the inside out. Every muscle I tried to move screamed with a need I wasn't familiar with.

A soft moan left my lips and I turned over, finding a hard body to my side. Instantly, I spread my thighs, throwing one leg over the body and shifting back and forth. The relief was instant.

Alpha. Mine.

My omega was pleased and instantly began to purr, a sound that bubbled up my throat and escaped my lips.

I wanted to taste him. I needed to lick him.

I had to feel every bit of his skin against mine.

I was naked, but it was too much and not enough.

I needed the friction of skin. Had to know what he felt like between my thighs.

Between my thighs? Shit... I'd never had thoughts like that before.

Beside me, a growl rumbled from my alpha, a sound so feral my body quivered, causing a whimper to escape me. I dared to open my eyes, squinting against the bright light that was streaming in, and staring straight into the alpha's face.

"Her pupils are dilated," he rumbled. "Fuck."

I slid my body against his thigh again. The contact was so damn delicious. "Alpha."

My voice was nearly a whine, and he reached up, his hand going to my hair and pulling at the strands as he lowered his head close to mine. "Omega. I need you to listen to me."

His voice washed over me, driving my omega wild.

Mine. Ours. Mate. Mount.

All I could hear were chants in my mind, screaming from my omega, begging, wanting her alpha something fierce.

The alpha's fingers snapped in front of me, bringing my focus back. "Omega!" I nodded, unable to speak. "Your heat started. I need your permission to help you."

I nodded again.

"I need your words," he demanded.

I groaned. "Yes."

He sat up, his fingers gripping my thighs.

He had slept naked next to me, all three of them had, and now I found I couldn't tear my eyes away.

The alpha was a large man, his build bigger than I'd seen before.

And his cock, all swollen, red and angry with need, made my mouth water, even when terror threatened to overtake me.

How?

How was something that large going to fit in my body?

Mate him. Mount him. Knot. Knot. Knot.

My omega didn't care how the alpha would fit, only that he did. And soon. Her words were relentless, her demands unwavering. She needed him. I needed him. My body was screaming; it was so damn sensitive, and if he could take that away, if only for a while...

"Omega. This first time will hurt, and I'm sorry. I can't be gentle. I'm barely holding back. I promise I'll be tender a different time. We've got our whole life for this. Understand?"

"Yes," I swallowed, my core literally seeping with slick, soaking the bed below us. "Do it."

Even as I said the words, I hadn't registered what they meant until the alpha leaned over me, his hand gripped my thigh, then he thrust forward. I screamed, the pain slicing through me a momentary distraction from all the need that had coiled in my core.

My fingers clawed into his back, and he cursed as I said, "I can't."

"You can, omega. You've already taken me. Now relax. Adjust. Let me make you feel good."

Even as I doubted he could make me feel good, my body had already begun to accept him, and the pain had started to fade. "That's our girl."

The veins in his neck were straining against his skin as he fought to restrain himself, to hold back for my sake even as I knew his alpha was begging him to move.

I closed my eyes, relaxing the grip I had on his back, took a deep breath, and wiggled my hip.

A guttural sound left him, his arms shook as he held himself up, but still he didn't move.

Knot. Knot. Give it to me.

My omega wanted the alpha something fierce.

I couldn't blame her for that. I wanted nothing more than the alpha to want me, and now that he did, I couldn't get enough of his scent.

I inhaled deeply, letting his scent overwhelm me.

Another deep breath brought the spicy scents of the delta and beta into my senses.

I turned my head, finding Bran beside me. I reached out, stretching my arm out until the beta laced our fingers together. He brought my hand up to his lips, before kissing my fingers. "Omega."

Before I could respond, the alpha used the distraction to pull out, slamming his hips back into me. I squeezed Bran's hand, aware that above me, Leo was playing with my hair, brushing a hand over it, but unable to do anything but feel as the alpha stretched my core.

"You feel so fucking good, omega. Like you were made for me. Made for us. Say you are ours." When I didn't comply, he growled. "Say it."

"I'm yours," I gasped as he seated himself fully inside of me, stretching me so wide with the knot I could already feel forming.

"Fucking ours," he roared, before he began a rhythm, rutting into me, taking everything my body was giving him and matching it with everything his was willing to trade.

And though it initially hurt, with each stroke in and out of my body, the pain was replaced by a low hum of pleasure that soon consumed me, sparking throughout my body.

"You're so wet, omega. Your slick is coating my skin, and I'd never want to wash it off."

He shifted the angle, and I gasped, pleasure like I'd never felt pulsing inside of me. "Come for me, omega. Show your alpha how much you enjoy him."

My alpha. Mine.

Two more times his hip drew back and slammed back into my body, and I shattered, my whole body quivering with its release as my body contracted around him. His eyes fluttered with pleasure, and he leaned down, peppering kisses on my forehead, my cheeks, my chin, my neck.

"Such a good omega," he spoke against my skin, his voice strained. "I'm going to need one more out of you; do you think you can?"

The question was rhetorical. Even moments after he brought my body to the brink of pleasure, it already was begging for another.

The desire this time was stronger, the urge to feel the pleasure undeniable.

I rocked my hips against his, signaling I was ready, and this time, he wasn't gentle when he pulled out and pushed back in.

The bed moved with his actions, my eyes rolled back with the pleasure, and beside us, both Bran and Leo's breathing picked up as they watched us.

"Alpha," I whimpered, and the vibration of his chest felt delicious against my aching sensitive breasts.

He gritted his teeth. "I'm going to bite you. Mark you. Claim you as my own sweet omega."

"Yes."

"Who owns you?" he demanded I answer.

"You."

"Say it again."

"You. Alpha. Alpha Kendricks. James Kendricks."

He roared, his head threw back for a moment before he lunged forward, his hips moving rapidly as his teeth found the junction of my neck, biting down until he broke the skin.

A scream of terror, a scream of pain, a scream of unknown left me, before it transitioned into a burn of pleasure, my whole body lighting up as another orgasm slammed into me, making my vision blur as my body squeezed at the alpha's.

He stiffened, his cock swelling inside my channel, his knot pushing deliciously as it stretched me, locking himself inside as spurts of his release poured into me.

His chest heaved as he held himself still, his mouth still attached to my neck as he moaned his pleasure. When his release finally subsided, he pulled his mouth away from my skin, licking the trickle of blood that trailed down my neck before his rough voice spoke. "Mine."

I nodded frantically, my body already working itself up into another orgasm just from the feel and pressure of his knot. "Yours."