Page 27 of Knot a Bad Idea
He slams into me the rest of the way until our hips touch. He fucks me on the blanket, thrusting in and out of me, his grunts and my moans echoing throughout the park.
“Fuck,” he hisses as my nails dig into his back. “You’re so tight, baby. You’re so warm?—”
“Don’t stop,” I beg. “Please, I’m close again…”
“Let me feel you,” he says. “Let me feel you come on my cock.”
I lift my hips, meeting him thrust for thrust until I start to fall over the edge.
“I’m yours,” he says quietly. “I’m all yours, forever.”
I’m yours.
That does it for me.
Pleasure courses through me and I let out a scream, my cunt fluttering on Liam’s cock.
“You get tighter when you come,” he hisses through clenched teeth. “Fuck?—”
His roar is louder than my scream, and I’m grateful he rented out the park for us.
His cock inflates until he can’t thrust anymore, and spurts of his cum empty into me.
Boneless and exhausted, I collapse against the blanket as he lies on top of me, burying his face in my neck, his lips at my mating gland.
Let him bite us, my inner Omega insists.He belongs to us, just as we belong to him.
And I’m so, so tempted to ask him to do it.
But that tiny, nagging voice in the back of my head reminds me of the contract, and I remain silent.
Instead, I close my eyes as Liam’s knot locks into me and he curls us on our sides, spooning me.
My inner Omega is satiated even without the mating bite.
The picnicand park were a lovely idea.
Getting fucked on the ground maybe wasn’t, though.
I sit on the blanket with Liam, my back to his chest while his strong hands massage the aches in my shoulders.
We’re both fully clothed, and now that the pleasure from the knotting has worn off, I’m sore.
“Sorry,” he mutters as he digs into a muscle. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
“You mean break my spine?” I tease, but he doesn’t chuckle.
“I’m sorry,” he repeats. “I should have planned this better.”
I can sense his guilt, and I reach out to place my hand on his muscled thigh. “Has anyone ever told you that you apologize too much?”
He huffs out a laugh. “You and everyone else in my life.”
“Hmm.”
But even with the sore muscles, I’m in heaven. The soft scent of the trees and grass swirl with Liam’s own eucalyptus scent, creating a delicious aroma.
“Whenever I breathe you in, you calm me,” he says softly. “Your scent does something to me no one else has done before.”