Knot Her Shot (MVP: Most Valuable Pack Book 2)

Chapter 28

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twenty-eight

Cassian’s eyes burn,the dark green smoldering. My heart beats in my breast, pounding shivery adrenaline and thick arousal through my veins—the hot and cold twining.

In this small space, Cassian’s rich scent presses all around me. It’s the reason I came in here. I wanted this exact feeling—my alpha, all around me.

He’s inside me, too. Not physically, yet. But when he made his confession, I felt him reach in and touch a part of me no one else ever has.

He understands me. Still, after all this time. The parts of me that don’t even make sense to myself are crystal clear to Cassian.

He knows me so well, but he’s still here. He’s still… mine.

I was always yours.

I always will be.

Straddling his lap, my forehead only reaches his cheek. I nuzzle there, whispering against his jaw, “Tell me what you want to do. We can go slow or wait?—”

Very deliberately, he wraps his huge hands around my hips and brings my body flush with his, seating my wet panties directly over the firm girth tucked into his waistband.

Our eyes lock—his roiling with a seething sort of certainty. “I did wait. For you. For this. And now I want you so badly, I can’t even fucking think, butterfly. Please.”

His gruff sincerity is almost as sexy as his big, hard body. My perfume floods the closet, slick squelching through my pajama bottoms to coat the outline of his cock.

Shudders roll through him as a rough sound scrapes out of his throat. I ride a burst of insane bravery all the way to Cassian, falling forward and pressing my mouth over his.

Our lips brush and part, clinging for one sweet second before his tongue slips into my mouth. He grunts, catching me with both hands wrapped around my arms before clutching me closer. One brawny hand slips up to grasp the messy bun at the back of my head, while the other slides to my waist and tugs me against his erection. Grinding.

His length strains under his pants, pressing into my molten center. When I take over and set a rhythm, his eyes turn wild. Shaking breaths punch out of him.

The wet fabric between us sticks and chafes. Biting my lip, I stretch up and touch the drawstring of my shorts, a question clear on my face.

Cassian answers by setting his fingers over mine, pushing the damp cotton down, baring me to him. While I balance on my knees to get them all the way off, he shoves his own pants down. His erection springs free, instantly jerking up to the thick lace of his abs.

Oh my Lord. He’shuge.

I mean, I guess I expected that? It makes sense, since the rest of him is large. But Damon is only a bit leaner…

Are all alphas this big?

Apart from the silicone penises stashed at the very bottom of one of my boxes, I don’t have much to compare him to. The alphas at the heat clinic were all anonymous. They walked up to my little cage, saw my presented hindquarters, and went to town without so much as glimpsing my face.

This is my first time ever looking at a man’s… manhood.

I definitely shouldn’t squeal.

That would be so dorky.

When he sees the way I’ve frozen, half-naked and halfway over his erection, Cass flashes his rare, beautiful grin, his green eyes crinkling. He smooths both hands down my face. The tender motion matches the low purr under his voice.

“You can touch it.”

“Are you—are you sure?” I ask, and instantly feel like an idiot.

Cassian’s chocolate-hazelnut goodness gets deeper. His thumb caresses my lower lip before he offers another of this short-lived-but-beatific smiles. “Very sure.”

I wrap all of my fingers around him, stretching to fit his girth. A rumbling growl layers over his purr while he watches me glide light touches up the length. I feel him pulse against my palm, the wide crown already weeping.

Curiosity gets the better of me. I bend forward, dipping to kiss it and coming away with his essence on my lips. Cassian’s deep, shredded groan shudders through me the same second his taste hits my tongue. A desperate whine slips out as I stroke him harder, hoping to lure out more of his salty, dark chocolate pre-cum.

His hand closes over mine, slowing me. In a blink, he has our bodies repositioned, my slick, empty center clenching just inches above the hard throb of his cock.

He spreads his legs, hooking my knees around them to spread me wide, too. His thighs feel as thick as tree trunks and every bit as solid as the steely length I just tasted.

My hands go to his wide, muscled shoulders. He’s solid, covered in warm, perfectly tan skin. The tendons in his neck strain under my touch, his strength unyielding while he stares back at me and clenches his jaw.

“I want to feel you,” he rasps, pupils blowing wide. “You’ll take it. And use it however you want. Get yourself off on my knot. Rub your sweet little pussy all over me.”

He may not be experienced, but Cassian is a true alpha. He already has me in his thrall—pumping out solid, soothing certainty as he continues to hold my gaze.

“Relax, omega,” he says. “Don’t think about it. Just do what feels good. Can you do that for me?”

Right now, I feel like I could do anything for him. Happily.

“Yes, Alpha.”

He lets his head fall back on a groan. “My perfect fucking girl,” he rasps. “Always my girl.”

His bare cock pulses when I press down onto it. The feel of our bodies colliding, the slick friction between us, is delicious. His biceps flex as he manhandles my thighs, easily picking up my rhythm and holding my entire weight.

My clawed hands go to his shoulders, blunt, pink nails tearing into his skin. He looses another growl, flexing a wave of alpha power that hits me square in the chest. When the rolling motion of my body stutters, he cups one hand around my nape and looks right into my eyes.

“Mine,” he growls. “And you’re going to come on this dick.”

He’s right, I am.

When he puts a hand on my waist and guides me all the way down, along the underside of his soaked cock, and rubs my clit against the thick swell of his knot, everything flashes white. A shriek sails out of me while my core pulses, pleasure coursing through every nerve.

Cassian starts purring before my cheek even lands on his chest. Beneath me, his entire body is as hard as a rock, the muscles tense and trembling. But he holds me so carefully, tucking his face into my hair and breathing hard.

“Remi… do that again.”

I giggle softly. “I don’t know if I can.”

His huffed laugh quivers. “You want to stop?”

We’re still on the floor of his closet, but he doesn’t seem to mind. I do my best not to shift around on top of him too much as I lean back, finding his heated gaze. “What do you want to do?” I coax, reaching over to smooth my palm over his stubbled cheek.

His ferocious features melt slightly. “I was going to suggest we?—”

He doesn’t say it. Instead, his eyes drop to my lips. Two green lasers trace the over-bitten curves.

And I realize: he wants to kiss me. He wants to keep going. This big, grumpy mountain of muscles and menace wants me, but he doesn’t know how to ask.

My heart cramps as a true grin stretches over my face for the first time all day. “Alpha,” I whisper, shuffling closer, pressing my hips to his. “Did you want something?”

I should have known better than to poke the bear.

He makes a deep sound that shoots straight to my core, strumming at the throb between my legs and turning my nipples to stiff points. Fire flares in his irises as he snaps his arms closed and growls, “I want everything.”

If I thought I’d get away with teasing him just because he hesitated, I was wrong. One hand grips the curve of my hip to grind me down into his lap, while the other covers the nape of my neck, holding me still for ravaging.

The kiss isn’t gentle, the way it might have been ten years ago. And it isn’t anything like Damon’s teasing, flirtatious dance. No, Cassian kisses with ferocity. Some mind-bending, panty-melting blend of unbridled passion and raw strength.

I gasp as his tongue slips into my mouth, rubbing along mine in a forceful glide that liquefies my insides. Fresh slick gathers at the tops of my thighs. When Cassian snarls into my mouth, I know he can feel it.

We kiss until my lips are tingling and his rich hazelnut scent has turned my thoughts into a thick, dizzy soup. Until my legs are shaking, and I can’t help but whine for him, the sound betraying how desperate I am to feel him deeper inside me.

With a roar, Cassian rips me upright, positioning his throbbing cock right against my soaked slit. The touch of his hot, solid length is enough to have me gushing more, mewling just from the heat of his body and mine.

Cass stares at me, his eyes somehow wild and tender at the same time. “Do you want it?” he rumbles, fingers biting into my thighs. When I keen, digging my nails back into the firm flesh of his shoulders, he lifts me straight up, pausing when I’m hovering over his crown. “Do you want me? Like this?”

YES.

I nod, frantic. “Yes, Cass, please?—”

“Knot or no knot?” he asks, wild, green eyes bouncing between both of mine. I start to tell him to knot me as deeply as he can, but my core cinches tight, remembering the pain I experienced in that heat clinic. Cassian reads my answer before I’ve even had time to process it.

“We’ll wait,” he decides, projecting that same smooth certainty that soothes every insecurity.

Gratitude and affection fill my eyes as my forehead falls to his. “Yes, Alpha,” I say again, whispering.

He loves that. Heat shimmers in his irises, his pupils edging the green into a thin band. With the same gruff gentleness he reserves just for me, Cassian kisses me hard and tilts his chin to our laps. “Take it.”

He holds himself still while I lower myself onto his length and moan at the slick, delicious stretch, my inner muscles instantly clamping around his thickness. His chest heaves, vibrating with growls he has no prayer of swallowing.

“Fuck, you feel like heaven. Jesus. Your pussy was made for my cock, wasn’t it, butterfly?”

“Yes, Alpha,” I say again, unable to resist bouncing on him. When he bottoms out deeper than I ever thought possible, I scream, and he goes wild, pumping his hips in the smooth, powerful bursts of a true athlete. Somehow doing all of the work despite my position on top of him.

I can tell he’s close when his pants turn to ragged half-breaths. He grabs my nape, pulling my face to his. “Come here.”

The new position presses his pulsing knot right against the bottom of my buzzing clit. He makes a circular motion one way and then the other, capturing my high-pitched whine with his lips. His tongue slides against mine the same moment my second climax hits, locking my muscles around his girth.

He answers with a deep moan of his own, spurting hotly while he groans into my mouth.

And, you know what?

I take it back.

I should definitely poke this bear way more often.