Page 28 of Knotty Nights
God, had I ever sounded so needy, so pathetic?
“It’s yours, Jazmine,” Atlas breathed, settling on the bed with me poised above her. “I’m yours. Use me however you want.”
The words tipped me over the edge. I anchored myself against Atlas’ shoulders and let myself slide along the ridge of her cock.
Atlas squeezed her eyes shut, her fingers digging firmly into my hips. I knew I’d have bruises there for days to come, but I couldn’t bring myself to care. Iwantedbruises from Atlas—I relished the reminder that an Alpha had fucked me and knotted me and come inside me…
Oh fuck, I’d missed this. The slap of our bodies coming together, skin against skin, the obsceneschlickof Atlas’ cock each time it slammed into my pussy.
But the thing I’d missed most of all was…
The sound of an Alpha’s pleasure curling under my ribs and making my heart stutter.
God, it had been years since I’d heard that feverish noise, the little half-growls as Atlas pushed against my body seeking desperate pleasure. I matched her rhythm, moving my hips in tandem with each thrust, riding her cock like I was made for it, for this, forher.
My Heat twisted everything in my line of vision into strange things. The light bent out of shape, the glass on the window swirling like a psychedelic trip.
When Atlas palmed my ass and flipped us over, rutting into me like a beast, grunting and shivering and choking on her breaths, something inside me gave up.
The part of me that tried to hang on to a modicum of control melted away, leaving me open and pliant for Atlas’ cock.
My body remembered what I’d forced myself to forget. Reason and logic had fled—there was only instinct left.
Submit, omega.
Atlas didn’t have to say a word—the thick, girthy cock pounding between my thighs forced my limbs to go weak.
The rut took over and my muscles clenched tighter and tighter still.
“Jazmine.” My name was a strangled sound on her lips. “Y-you’re squeezing me so tight.”
Sweat dripped down Atlas’ curls and trickled onto my forehead.
The broken words made my inner walls clench, and I chased the high with quick flicks of my hips.
“Not yet,” she breathed, and my omega reacted to the command in her voice. “Not until I’ve knotted you.”
But the pleasure was too much. I felt myself falling, giving into the delicious pressure of Atlas’ cock.
“Fight it, Jaz,” she shivered. “I want you tocome with me.”
With each word, she ground herself against my pussy, trying to get her knot past my entrance. Pain and pleasure intertwined as I teetered on the edge, needing to fall yet trying to be good…
She was too big.Fuck.She wasn’t going to fit. No amount of grinding was going to make that thick muscle breach the reddened mess of my pussy…
I yelped as Atlas’ teeth latched onto my mating gland, biting down hard enough to make me see stars. I stilled, yielding to her claim, my body relaxing just enough for her to slip in.
A howl tore from my throat.
Dear god.I struggled to contain the knot. It was too big, too hard, too unyielding. I tried to breathe around it, through it, past it, but each breath only reminded me that Atlas owned me now.
My teeth chomped in the air, wishing for a taste of her own flesh yielding under mine, but sobbed instead at the fullness she pounded into me with every breath.
Yes, yes, yes!
The gush of fluid between my legs brought a wail to my throat. Relief unfurled in my chest as Atlas shivered, using my body for her pleasure.
Use me, use me, use me.