Page 47 of For What It's Worth

I moaned, fisting my hands in the blankets to keep from forcing his head to remain where I wanted. I couldn’t seem to focus on more than one thing.

His tongue played with mine. When he finally pulled away to let me breathe, his lips found purchase on my neck, sucking and biting, leaving fake claiming marks. Every nip and lick were directed to my core. It tightened around his fingers, leaking wetness. And when he moved his lips over the claiming mark, gently brushing the bandage with delicacy, my pussy clenched so tightly it had Jen groaning. He muffled the sound in a harsh bite on the side of my breast.

Licking over the rough bite, he moved closer to my nipple but didn’t quite touch it. Pulling his fingers out of my pussy, he drew a wet line from my pubic bone up to my stomach, his fingers circling my belly button, before he continued up to my breasts. He pinched one nipple at the same time as he took the other in his mouth, the warmth contrasting with the cool, wet fingers.

The tension of holding my body still as my arousal was forced higher and higher was becoming borderline painful. Beads of sweat had formed and fallen down the side of my head, down from the crease behind my knees, and I didn’t even know how I felt the droplets, but it was like my body was over-sensitized to a frenzy of feelings. I focused on holding my body still as he stroked me with touch, kisses, and licks all over my body. He didn’t need to hold me down for me to feel his dominance—not that I would’ve been against it—but the fact that he was controlling me with just his words was proof he was a good alpha. A strong one.

And mine.

“Have you ever taken a knot, Koda?”

The question startled me, and I immediately started shaking my head no. But I didn’t want him to think I didn’t want the knot, because I really fucking did, so I started nodding my head yes. Wait, what was the right answer? I went back and forth between nodding and shaking before Jen grabbed my cheeks, stopping my movements. He shoved two fingers, tasting like my own arousal, into my mouth.

“Suck.” I did without hesitation. “Now I asked you a question. No words. Just a nod yes or a shake no. Have you ever taken a knot?”

I shook my head.

“Do you want to?”

I nodded.

“Is this nest good enough?”

That question had me hesitating. I looked around the space—well, the closet—and noticed the dim yellow light was on and the door was open. The former was not ideal but tolerable since it didn’t hurt my sensitive eyes. But the later set my nerves on edge. I did my best to hide that from the bond. No, this nest wasn’t optimal. It wasn’t safe, and I didn’t even consider this my nest anymore, but I wanted Jen more than I wanted the perfect nest at the pack house. But even as I came to that conclusion, I could feel Jen pulling away. He’d read my emotions, but without the commentary of my thoughts, he didn’t know I craved his knot more than the nest.

Logically, I knew the rejection was for my own good, but it didn’t make the sting hurt any less. Emotions beat logic in a fight every time. Even against a stubborn alpha like Jen.

“Knot me, Alpha.” I reached for his pants, yanking at the fancy belt, tearing open his zipper, and pushing down his underwear so his dick popped out.

He was still completely dressed except for this little leeway I’d taken. The look Jen wore was pained, like the possibility of denying me was actually hurting him. And maybe it was. Maybe that was the curse of the alphas, to hurt when denying their omega pleasure.

But if that was true, the curse of an omega was their need for pleasure. And a beta’s was the need to be wanted. All of my thoughts were surrounded by the need for a knot. His knot.

“Please, Jen. I don’t care about the nest. I want to be filled by you. Knotted. It hurts to be this empty, and only you can fill me up the way I need. I’m already wet for you, see?” I moved my hips so I rubbed my wetness along his cock like I could convince him to fuck me if he felt how wet I was for him. My swollen clit bumped against the fabric of his slacks, making noises come from my throat I was sure I’d be embarrassed about later.

When I felt his hands grip my hips, steadying me, I was sure I’d lost, that he was going to pull away from me, but then he was crushing me with his weight, shoving his lips on mine in a harsh kiss before pushing inside me. The tip of his cock moved in and out, each inward thrust going deeper and deeper until he was finally seated all the way inside me, forcing my back to bow in order to take his full length. I felt so full, like I couldn’t move but in the best possible way.

And then Jen pulled out, slowly, letting me feel every inch of him before slamming back in. He pushed my knees toward the sides of his ribs, gripping my hair, forcing my neck and back to bow again.

“Is this what you wanted?” Jens asked, pulling out and slamming into me harder. I felt his hips smack the back of my thighs, his balls beating against my ass as he grinded against me before pulling back and thrusting again. “Answer me, Omega. Is this what you want? For me to claim you all over again? To feel my cock ride that wet pussy?” He made a circle with his hips after each question, teasing me with the penetration I desperately wanted.

“Yes. Yes, that’s what I want. Please, Alpha, fuck me. Knot me. Please.”

I couldn’t tell if I was screaming the words or just repeating them until my voice went hoarse, but the result was the same. My throat hurt and my words were on repeat until finally—finally—Jen swore and started thrusting into me like I wanted.

Over and over again, he slammed into me, holding me by my hair so I didn’t move far away. And then he sat back, straightening my legs so they rested against his chest with my ankles on his shoulder. When he pushed in again, it somehow changed the angle and I screamed. Every muscle in my body tightened, and I was so close to coming, but I didn’t know how to get there.

Jen pushed against me, my legs still in the same position, but folding me in half, going impossibly deeper. He took one of my hands and started sucking on my finger. Each pull was like a direct line toward my clit, making me more desperate for the finish but infinitely wishing it would never come.

He reached out with one hand and cupped my throat like he had earlier, but this time he didn’t just pretend, he tightened his fingers, so my air was slightly cut off. I could still breathe, but it was limited, and that control he had over me was what finally helped push me over.

And over and over and over.

My muscles spasmed, pleasure running through my veins, taking all coherent thought with it and leaving me somehow broken but more put together. When I came out the other side, Jen was shoving into me without any grace. He was using me for his own pleasure and every muscle in my body was too weak to do anything other than take it. Even my lips were too tired to form any words—not that any came to mind right now expect needless begging.

The rhythm of his thrusts started to slow as the pressure inside me increased. More and more, Jen’s movements became jerky as hit knot grew, refusing to let his cock pull out of me fully, until he hooked onto my cervix.

Unprepared for the pain, I screamed at the same time Jen roared with his release. Disconnected from my body, I felt his cock expand with each release of cum. I felt his heart beating rapidly as he half-collapsed on top of me. The pain started to ease, but my muscles were tight again, straining with holding myself impossibly still so I wouldn’t feel the tug of his knot against my cervix again.