Page 48 of Ready or Knot
“Let go, Faedra,” he murmurs, squeezing my hand. I shake my head, and he hums, curling his fingers again as he speeds up, the stretch fading with each confident movement of his. “Let me taste it.”
“I want to come with you,” I whisper, keeping my orgasm at bay by the skin of my teeth.
He laughs. “You will,” he says and then nips at my clit, his teeth scraping across it.
I’m gone, my body flinging itself over the edge, a wave of sensation rushing through me, stealing my breath. Before I can recalibrate or catch my breath, he’s standing, forcing my knees wider, his undone belt brushing the sensitive skin of my inner thighs as he nestles the head of his cock into me, pressing forward just until I whimper. He lets go of my hand, palming my neck and tracing the hollow of my throat with his thumb while he places his other hand on the table, his arm caging me in.
His eyes are dark, and another rush of slick pulses through me at the sight. I drop my eyes and whimper at the sight of us together, his cock wedged partially inside, the buckle of his pants scraping along my skin with each small movement from either of us.
He tilts my chin up with his thumb, the pressure enough that I don’t try to fight it.
“Eyes on me, Faedra,” he orders, voice dropping, growing ragged.
“Is your cock not considered you?” I ask, managing a half decent smirk, and he laughs, pushing himself deeper into me.
“It’s most people’s favorite part, actually,” he says, nipping my lip.
A flash of jealousy has me tightening my hold on his hair. He hums as he pulls away from me, his gaze intent as he forces himself deeper.
“I want to watch you as I take you, Omega. I want it burned into my brain this moment when I took you in my office instead of building out a more appropriate romantic occasion.”
His words scrape over me, a caress that has me shaking with desperation. He adjusts his hold on me, twisting his fingers into my hair, his palm pressing flat to the nape of my neck as his thumb traces over the moon pendant I have attached to my orbital piercing right now. His cock presses into me, and I can feel myself stretching around him. Sweat coats my chest despite him doing all the work. A feeling of fullness overwhelms me, and he groans, his hips settling fully into the cradle of mine, his eyes still locked on me.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispers.
A mewl climbs up my throat when he doesn’t immediately move again, and I roll my lips to keep it from falling into the space between us. He traces the shell of my ear, pressing gently into the sensitive pulse point just below it as he pulls out. The same agonizingly slow push back into me makes me writhe, my body urging him into something faster, more substantial, as it pushes me towards the precipice again already.
He smirks, and I press my lips together, pouting. His laugh is a warm balm to my sensitized skin.
I bask in the feel of his lips along my jaw as he whispers, “Such an impatient little Omega. Trying to show she knows more than her Alpha.” He nips at the pulse point under my other ear hard enough that I clench around him, gasping. “Trust me, Faedra, I’ll give you what you need.”
His hips pull away from mine again, the stretch easing for a moment, before he snaps forward, burying his cock completely with one swift thrust. I can’t contain the loud, keening moan that fills the room around us as I squeeze my eyes shut. My hands clench, and I feel his skin break under my nails.
“Shit, Faedra,” he groans, kissing me, his lips tender against my own.
The cool metal of his belt buckle brushes along my thighs, making them tremble as he moves his hand from the table and around my hip, pressing his thumb into my clit and making me arch against him. It’s an overwhelming mix of sensations. He’s so deep I can practically feel him in my throat, but it doesn’t feel like enough. I roll my hips, needing more. Needing everything.
“Such a beautiful Omega, taking my cock so well,” he whispers, and I fucking preen. “You’re stretched around me, Faedra, and it’s so fucking hot. Feel us. Feel how well you take your Alpha’s cock.”
He grabs my hand from his neck and guides it to where we’re connected, urging me to touch where he moves leisurely inside of me. His hips pull away from mine, his cock dragging against a spot inside of me that has me whimpering when he slides back in. I drop my head to his shoulder, resting my forehead against his shirt as I press my hand into his stomach, but it doesn’t feel quite right.
I whine, shaking my head, and Carter hums.
“Does my Omega need to taste me?” He murmurs the question against my temple. “Does she need to be able to feel my skin?”
Yes.
That’s what’s wrong. I nod, reaching for the buttons of his shirt, pulling at his tie. A whimper builds in my chest at its staying put.
Carter disentangles both hands from me before making quick work of the tie and buttons, all the while moving his hips in an agonizingly, torturously slow pace, his cock dragging against that spot inside of me with each thrust. The moment I can see his skin, chest dusted with dark hair, I wrap my arms around him, palms flattening against the smooth expanse of his back, and set my lips on the hollow of his throat, tracing his collar bones with my tongue. A groan vibrates under my mouth, and I smile.
My body races towards the edge again, his movements coaxing sensation from me despite my already coming once. I clench around him, and his pace picks up. Whimpering into his skin, I cling to him, adjusting until my face is buried in his shoulder. His lips skate over my ear, a rush of goosebumps ghosting across my skin from the featherlight contact.
“Such a good little Omega,” he whispers, and I shiver, clenching around him again, pulling a moan from between his lips. “You’re being so quiet, just like I asked of you. Good girl.”
His thumb circles my clit as he sucks on the sensitive pulse point under my ear.
I fucking shatter. Lightning floods me, my limbs tingling as I arch against him, pressing my mouth into his neck as a trembling moan spills from me. My body shakes, and Carter growls, his hips snapping once, twice.