Page 115 of Knot a Bad Idea
I wakeup under amountainof blankets. My body is cool and cleaned, but Donovan is nowhere to be found, and there’s an undeniable ache between my legs.
But there’s a tattooed naked Alpha in bed with me, wrapped up in the blankets as well.
“Were you watching me sleep?” I croak out, meeting Hunter’s smirk.
“Guilty, baby.” Before I can say anything else, he pulls me into his arms and purrs, his chest vibrations soothing me. “I almost woke you up, but I have the patience of a saint,” he adds. “You also need to eat before we both lose our minds.”
He helps me sit up, but I shake my head in protest. “I’m not hungry.”
“Too bad, sweetheart. I’ll happily force feed you if I need to.” He reaches over and grabs a plate off an end table and lifts a fork. “Either way, you’re opening that pretty mouth for me.”
I blush and allow Hunter to give me a few bites of fruit salad with whipped cream. I try to grab the fork from him, but he letsout a warning growl and continues to feed me until the bowl is empty.
I secretly love it, my inner Omega feeling cherished.
He licks his lips as he watches me swallow. “Good,” he rasps. “Now that that’s over…sit on my face.”
I blink. “What?”
“Sit. On. My. Face.” He lies on his back in the blankets of my nest and points to his mouth. “I’m fucking parched, baby. I need something to drink.”
“You’re insane,” I choke out, but his words make my pussy clench and my stomach flip.
“How can you blame me for wanting to be drunk on my mate’s cunt? I would blend your slick into a smoothie if I could. I’m not going to ask again, April.”
By the time I lower myself onto his face, my cunt is dripping obscenely. I grip the wooden headboard of the bed as Hunter eats me out, feasting on me until my legs shake and I can’t hold myself upright.
And even then, Hunter doesn’t stop. He flicks my clit with his tongue and makes small circles until I see stars and turn into a babbling mess.
When I collapse on my back and feel like I’m about to pass out, Hunter slams into me, the bed shaking with his movements.
Nothing compares to being full of him. His tongue and fingers are exquisite, but when he thrusts into me just the right way, white hot pleasure races through my body.
A release is already building, and he senses it.
“Good Omega,” he praises, his cock hitting me in just the right spot. “I’ve waited so fucking long for this. For mymate.”
When my orgasm crests and I open my mouth in a silent scream, his mouth descends to my mating gland. It’s sensitive, worn and abused from where Donovan bit it first, and I jerk at Hunter’s touch.
But with a growl, he buries his teeth in my mating gland, his mouth latching onto the sensitive spot, and the connection falls into place.
I let out a choked gasp as I feel Hunter’s presence enter mysoul.He mingles there, just like Donovan, as I sense the core of who Hunter is.
Wild and unhinged, but with a heart full of devotion for me.
“Oh,” he groans against my skin, his hips stilling as his knot inflates. He removes his mouth to pant into my ear. “Holy fuck, I love you, baby.”
I can barely speak, too overwhelmed by everything I feel.
We’re locked together, his cum pumping into me.
I never want it to stop. I want to keep the sensation of Hunter inside of me.
Besides my lover, Hunter is also my friend, and that makes the mating bond even stronger.
Instead of rolling us onto our sides, Hunter moves us so he’s on his back and I lay across his front, our chests touching. He stays inside me, occasionally moving his hips and making aftershocks of pleasure rush through me.
“I love you,” he repeats, breathless.