Chapter 73 #2
My hormone muzzled brain clicks the pieces together as I unconsciously grind against him.
“Wait, Spence. You were a virgin, so you’ve never knotted anyone before?
” His purr kicks up enough I feel like I’m about to get vibrated right off my perch on his hips, but a low whine slips from his mouth as he shakes his head, his eyes glued to my face.
“Ok…That’s ok. We can work on that. But you gotta calm down that purr or I’m gonna slide right the hell off before we can.
” His hands fly to cover his mouth, like that can stop the low rumble coming from his chest. Honestly, if I felt better, I’m sure I’d find this a hell of a lot funnier, but at the moment I’m not processing at full speed.
Let’s try a different way. If I trust this man enough to knot me, I should trust him not to hurt me.
“Alright, Alpha.” His eyes go dark, losing some of their puppy-dog eagerness.
“I need you to hold on to me, and thrust up a little, ok?” His purr gets quieter, taking on a deeper, more sensual edge.
It feels like my entire bottom half is about to liquify.
If I wasn’t already so full, I’d be leaking slick all over him.
I hope he bought a good mattress protector.
Now’s probably not the time to ask that.
Using my arms for leverage, I raise up and he wraps his hands around my waist before sliding lower over my hips.
Moving lower and grabbing a handful of each ass-cheek, he smiles shyly up at me.
Well, since he was a virgin until recently, I gotta give the guy some leeway and let him explore.
My inner omega is pissy about having to wait to get knotted, but she’s also preening at all the attention from the huge guy we’re impaled on.
“I wish I could taste you.” His words are soft enough that I almost miss them, distracted by his fingers wandering over every inch of skin they can reach. As much as I love the idea of that, Greg is the only one who’s done it to me, and I’m a bit self-conscious.
“Soon, ok? For now, let’s just—” My voice cuts off as another wave of cramping hits, dragging a sharp gasp from between my lips.
Holy fucking fuck that hurt. My body seems to have realized that our orgasm earlier was a fake out with no knot, and it’s not happy with the situation.
I whine involuntarily and the big alpha under me grits his teeth before pulling me down while his hips thrust upward.
It’s almost too much without any warning and a shocked gasp bursts free at the sudden intrusion.
Spence growls low in his throat, one hand moving up my back and curling me against his stomach as the other helps him scoot farther up the bed to the pile of pillows I put there.
There isn’t a headboard, just a wall, and I have a brief moment of worry that his weight is going to move the bed and we’ll tumble over backwards.
The frame must be secured to the floor or something, as he settles his broad shoulders against the wall, tilting us both into more of an upright position.
I’m closer to his face now and he leans down, nuzzling against my hair, moving lower so he can whisper in my ear.
His breath is cool against my overheated skin.
“I need to be able to see you better. I need to make sure you feel good.” As his words end, his tongue comes out, tracing the shell of my ear before nipping it lightly.
It’s very sweet, and if I wasn’t about to combust, I’m sure I’d appreciate it a lot more.
As it is, I want to throttle him for not moving.
My voice cracks on the plea. “Please, Spence. I need more.” It hurts too much for anything sassy or profound to come out, a deep twisting pain that steals my breath. “Knot…please…Alpha.”
He groans under me, both hands finding purchase on my waist again as he starts to lift and lower me.
Between my slick and where he’s already come, lubrication isn’t an issue as he continues to move me easily.
The muscles in his shoulders are shaking, his arms tight with tension and the need to grind me down hard on his knot.
I want that. I want him all, but I need more. I’m not there yet.
He’s doing most of the work so it’s easy enough to use one hand to reach down to my clit.
Rhythm is a bit harder when I’m being used like a sex sleeve, but eventually I’m able to get the right pressure and draw tight little circles over my swollen nub.
There’s so much slick, the friction is almost overwhelming and my whole body shudders and tenses as the first wave of orgasm slams into me hard, stealing the breath from my lungs and arching my back.
My eyes squeeze shut and I hardly notice Spence groaning underneath me as he speeds up, slamming me harder against his body.
His knot squeezing my fingers that are trapped between our bodies.
“Oh…Fuck…Fuck…Sarah. I’m…I’m gonna…Fuck!
It’s…too…good.” His breath leaves his lungs in a heaving strangled moan as his knot slips inside and seems to swell further.
His shoulders and abs twitching as he continues to mutter under his breath.
“Fuck. Fuck. Holy shit. That’s…oh, god.” His mouth comes down, neck bending farther than I would have imagined possible as he leans me back.
Spencer’s lips trace along my shoulder, a light scraping of teeth that makes the breath freeze in my lungs.
His voice is muffled against my skin. “Want you…always…want to keep you.”
My whole body seizes up at his words. I hate feeling vulnerable, and it takes him a moment to notice that I’ve gone rigid.
He pulls back hard, thunking his head against the wall, a look of pain crossing his features.
“No…No, I wouldn’t. Not…not unless you want us.
I would never—” His voice stutters out as he looks around the room.
Greg is glaring at him from where he kneels nearby on the mattress.
His body tense, ready to intervene if necessary, despite the fact that Spence is so much bigger than an average alpha.
When his eyes meet mine again, they’re full of longing.
“I just wanted to taste you. I didn’t even get a chance to kiss you.
I would never…” He looks hopeful for a moment.
“Not unless you want us. But only then, only if you say it’s ok. I’m…I’m sorry I scared you.”
I’m stuck to this alpha for a while, and he looks like he wants to crawl in a hole and die.
My lower half is quite happy with the situation, but my mind is spinning out at about a thousand miles per hour.
I trusted him enough to have sex with him, I ought to trust that he’s telling me the truth.
I don’t think he has a dishonest bone in his body, and he looks genuinely horrified by my reaction.
My hand reaches out for Greg and he grasps my fingers tightly, holding on like he’s afraid I’ll disappear.
“It’s ok. We’re fine.” Spencer looks between our joined hands and back to my face, his own expression a mask of sadness and worry.
With my beta close by, I know it’s safe, and I allow myself a moment to rest, dropping my head to the big alpha’s chest. His stress, while well deserved, bothers me more than I’d like to admit, and my chest starts to vibrate with a soft purr.
A small, involuntary attempt to soothe my alpha.
Even if he isn’t mine. Even if I’m starting to wish he was.