Page 31 of Knottily Ever After (Crescent Lake Cozy Omegaverse #1)

Chapter Thirty

Violet

B en’s growling intensifies at my words, and my pussy clenches, slick pooling in my panties.

He’s so still until his nostrils flare, pupils dilate in those icy eyes.

Then he’s on me.

His mouth crashes against mine, already open in surprise, and he plunges his tongue deep inside, claiming in a sensual and visceral dance. Those arms crush me to his torso with vigor, just how I wanted.

My entire body sings with joy, and I moan with pleasure, but it grows into a whine, and Ben pulls back. Not all the way, but enough that I involuntarily protest, try to bring him back to me.

“Violet.”

His voice is deep, firm, and more slick seeps from my core in response, my whine grows louder.

His breathing is ragged, and he gulps air through his mouth.

I don’t… I don’t understand.

“You’re becoming frenzied.” He sounds like he’s in pain as he says it, and my head tilts to the side, all the while looking up at his beautiful face.

Those glasses are casting a spell on me.

Mixed with the barbell in his eyebrow, and those tattoos peeking out from his neckline...

“ Violet.”

His voice is a barked command now, snapping me to attention, the fog in my brain clearing just enough.

“What’s wrong?”

He blinks at me. “I don’t want to take advantage of you.”

Oh.

I have to be clear. Make him understand.

“Ben. You aren’t taking advantage of me.

You’re my Alpha,” I say, slow and concise, willing the haze from my voice.

“We belong together. I know it now. I know it for sure, with every fiber of my being. And I also know that I need you. I want you so bad, it hurts.” I swallow and whisper, “Please.”

He stares at me for an eternity. Then, he says, “Benson.”

My brow furrows in question.

“When we’re in the bedroom, I’d like you to call me by my full name.”

Oh, wow.

“ Benson.”

I whisper his name with reverence, and all hesitation flees his body like exorcised demons, leaving him shuddering as he rises from the bed and yanks his tee shirt off with one hand, revealing all his tattooed glory.

The sleeve of black tribal designs that lick up to his jaw on his right side actually crawl across his chest, down the front of his torso and around the back where I can’t see. His pale skin is smooth, torso hairless—I’m close enough to see through the ink—and his muscles are toned, defined.

Those abs.

His arms, I’d already known were toned and strong, having admired them countless times.

His pecs—oh, gods, he has a shiny silver barbell in his right nipple.

I rise to my feet, dive into his chest, lips first, and kiss him right in the center of his sternum, inhaling the cinnamon and sandalwood mixture that is all Ben.

Benson.

I let my lips drag across his skin to that tempting barbell in his budding nipple, and run my flat tongue up it, drawing a guttural groan from his lips.

Keeping my eyes on his as he peers down at me, his eyes through those lenses magnified. There’s no helping my curiosity. His eyes are so stunning, I’m hypnotized. His pupils still blown, all I see is a thin ring of pale, pale blue, with thin rivers of darker blue flowing through them.

“Beautiful,” I breathe against his chest, my lips moving across his skin.

“ You’re beautiful.” He says it so simply, like it’s the most obvious statement. And I love him for it.

Love.

I have enough sense left to realize this mental state isn’t the best to make declarations, but I also know my feelings won’t change.

But there’s all the time in the world to make my feelings known later.

I step back, bite my lip, and pull the tee from my body. The movement isn’t as fluid or sexy as Ben made it look, but the narrowing of his eyes on my breasts encased in lacy black cups makes my pussy tingle, my breath hitch.

My hips sway to one side, and his gaze follows the movement, and then to the other side, like he’s mesmerized. When I flick the button on my black capris, then slowly lower the zipper, Ben grabs his dick through his jeans and pushes down on it with a groan turned growl.

I smile up at him. “Why don’t you help me?”

Those icy eyes shoot up to my face, then he does the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.

All six-feet-four-inches of this man drops to his knees in front of me, his hands coming up to wrap around the waistband of my pants.

He stares up into my face as he pulls them down agonizingly slow.

Once off my hips, his nostrils flare, and he buries his face in my lace-covered pussy, inhaling like I’m his only source of oxygen, of life.

His growl vibrates against my clit, and I whine, spread my legs a bit within the constraints of my pants at my knees. Then, his tongue slides along the fabric of my panties, and I cry out, body shivering with desire.

“Fuck,” he breathes, then yanks my pants to my ankles where I step out of them in haste, kicking them far away.

His rises to his full height, hands never leaving my body. His eyes are so intense, I forget to breathe.

“I’m taking these off,” he taps his frames, “and you, Violet… you are going to ride my face until your slick covers every inch of it.”

My jaw falls. I’ve never done something like that.

How… how does someone safely sit on someone else’s face?

His grin is wicked, devilish, and pure lust. “Don’t worry about me, baby.” He side-steps me, places his glasses on the nightstand, then crawls onto his bed, lying on his back with one hand behind his head, the other beckoning me with a curl of his fingers. “Strip for me. Then climb on.”

More slick gushes from my core, and I moan, releasing the clasp of my bra and letting it fall to the floor as he licks his lips on the bed. Then, I hook my thumbs into my panties, slide them down, and step out of them.

He sighs, long and loud. “Look at how perfect you are, baby. Look at those tits. That pussy.” He growls again. “But you’re wasting that slick on the floor. Get over here.”

His command is visceral, although not a bark, and I am moving to the bed before my brain catches up.

When I am on all fours beside him, my face flames, I press my lips between my teeth. “I don’t know…” I trail off, but he understands, like we’re of the same mind.

His grin is playful now as he slides down on the bed a bit, his arms at his sides. “Crawl up here, hang onto the headboard, and straddle my face, baby.”

My whole body is like a live wire as I do what he says, every movement, every touch of sheet or pillow against my skin making me gasp in anticipation.

Hands on the headboard, knees on either side of Ben’s head, he moans. When I look down at him, he is staring up at my pussy, open above his face. His hands come up to rub my ass, and I moan at his touch, my ass lowering just a bit into his hands.

“That’s it, baby,” he murmurs, then moves his hands to my hips. “Come closer.”

I grip the headboard like a lifeline, lowering my body by spreading my knees more. One of his fingers glides from my clit to my opening, making me gasp, my body tighten, slick drip.

“Closer,” he growls, pulling my hips toward him.

I try to comply with care, but his face comes up to meet my pussy, and I cry out again in surprise and pleasure, that tongue sliding from my opening to my clit, swirling around my nub so hard and forcefully it’s almost painful.

I whine and Ben pulls me all the way down onto his face, my legs spread, his hands gripping my hip and thigh.

His tongue is soft of texture but rigid, diving into my channel and curling, reaching impossibly deep, as his nose grinds against my clit with every movement of his mouth.

My whining and moaning are loud enough to echo off the walls of his bedroom, and I just don’t care.

The pleasure is all I can think of. The connection between me and my Alpha as he feasts on me from below, until my orgasm overtakes every cell of my body, and I scream his name.

The sounds only seems to spur him on, because his assault intensifies on my pussy until it does actually hurt, but he keeps going, sliding my body down a bit until his mouth is on my clit, his nose out from under me.

I look down, open my mouth to tell him to stop, but our eyes lock just as his lips form an O around my pained nub, and he sucks. Hard.

So hard the pain turns to pleasure in a blink, and I’m crying out again, stars dancing in my peripheral vision, my slick pouring from my core as I buck and scream against his face.

I’m limp. All the strength in my body is depleted as Ben helps me off of him, adjusting me to lie on my side at the edge of the bed. My eyes closed, I feel the mattress shift, hear a zipper and some shuffling, then more movement.

He’s standing behind me when he runs his hand down my back.

“I know you still have some strength left, baby,” he croons in that deep voice of his.

“I know you feel tired, but this body of yours… this pussy…” his fingers slide along the crack of my ass to my core, drawing a sigh from me, my knee involuntarily bending to give him better access. “You want my knot, Violet.”

The words coax a whine from deep in my chest, and I nod against the pillows, but still don’t move, the sated sensation locking me in place.

He hums and takes his hand back from my pussy before I’m shifted like a doll, a plaything, until my lower body hangs off the bed, ass to him. The repositioning jolts some cognizance into me, and I straighten my legs, feet on the floor, so I don’t slide off the mattress.

His exhale is long and sexy as I turn my head to the side, and he hovers over me, his hands gliding from my shoulders, down my back.

Then, gripping my hips hard, he yanks my ass up with a roar and slams his cock inside my pussy, making me yell and whine at once.

He grinds his hips against my ass, cock buried deep, then grabs my wrists and pulls back.

My chest lifts off the bed with a cry, his cock sinking deeper.

Then he proceeds to fuck me, mercilessly, using my arms behind me like reins, taking complete control of my body, using me like a fuck toy.

And I love every nanosecond of it.

He plunders my pussy, and I feel something rub against the inside of my channel, where the top of his cock is. It moves with him, and fuck, it feels amazing.

Faster and faster, he fucks me hard, and just when my vision begins to brighten, my orgasm just a stroke or two away, he stops moving, panting at my back.

I whine in complaint, but he shushes me— shushes me —and pulls out a tiny bit, then back in again before wrapping his arms around me, cock still inside, and pulling me onto the bed with him.

My back to his chest, we’re on our sides, and he lifts my left leg over his thigh, slides his cock out, then snaps his hips to drive it back in again.

He begins to purr, sending vibrations through my entire body, and my cries become obscene, one of his arms wrapped around my chest and gripping my breast, his other rubbing my clit in light, lazy circles, as he pistons like a machine, in and out of my pussy.

On another whine, he uses his hand from my breast to twist my head, where he captures my open mouth, diving his tongue inside, swirling and dancing with mine before returning his hand to clamp down on my nipple.

The sensations are so overwhelming. The pleasure, our mingling scents, the wetness pooling around our bodies on the blankets below.

Yet I want more.

It’s too much, but not enough. It’s everything I’ve ever wanted, but something is missing.

Or someone. Multiple someones.

My body wants all of them at once, my Alphas, and I realize it with absolute clarity before my orgasm slams into me like a truck, stealing my breath, my voice, as my scream falls silent into his mouth.

His purr intensifies as he chases his pleasure, fucking and fucking, until he roars into my lips and then tosses his head back.

His cock stills maneuvers in and out in little spasms as it swells, his knot a perfect fit to lock us in place, just as Quinn’s had been.

As we catch our breath, I twist my head to capture his lips again, and he sighs into my mouth. “I love you more than words could express.”

Tears spring to my eyes, a smile spreads across my face. “I love you, too, Benson.”

He nuzzles into the side of my neck, taking a deep breath of my scent and holding it in his lungs. I do the same with our mingled scents heavy in the room, before I fall asleep in his arms, knot deep in my pussy, and a contented soul.