Chapter 11 Mates With Benefits #2
Bane has three fingers inside me, and it feels like he’s been driving me insane for hours. His fingers stopped working me open a long time ago and now he’s just having fun while I writhe in his arms.
I’m straddling his lap, practically mindless with desire. My cock aches, leaking and untouched, but it’s the emptiness inside me that has me begging.
“Please. Come on.”
“Are you sure?” His golden eyes gleam with a mix of amusement and heat. “Let’s see if you can take four.”
“I’d rather take your—”
“Whoa.”
Already on his lap, it isn’t difficult to reposition myself until I’m right where I want to be—almost where I want to be, that is. My hips roll, my ass rubbing against the hard length of his cock. I want him inside me, filling me completely. I need it more than I’ve ever needed anything.
“What do you think you’re doing?” he growls.
“Giving you some incentive.”
His hard cock brushes my slick entrance. I keep teasing us both, making sure his cock nudges my hole and gets close before pulling back, tempting him.
It would be so easy to sink down a few inches and take him in, but I grit my teeth and hold back. The only thing I need more than him inside me is for him to need it just as badly.
His hands land on my hips like he means to hold me in place, but his breath hitches as I swivel my hips in a slow drag, and he doesn’t stop me. The friction sends sparks of pleasure through me, and a needy whimper escapes my lips.
“Fuck, Josh... you’re driving me crazy,” he rasps, voice strained, struggling to maintain control.
My lips brush against his ear. “Then stop holding back, Bane. I need all of you.”
His grip on my hips tightens, but he’s rocking into me just a little, like he can’t help himself. He wants to give in.
“Please, Bane. I need you to fuck me. Need to feel you inside me. Need it so bad. Please.”
“Well, if you want it so badly,” he says, acting like he’s doing me a favor.
His tip breaches me, promising to give me exactly what I crave, when everything changes.
Bane suddenly coughs, and before I can ask if he’s okay, he’s lifting me off him and setting me down on the bed beside him.
“You know what, how about I blow you instead?”
I blink, taken aback. “What?”
Bane starts to move down my body, positioning himself between my legs. He acts like nothing is wrong, but something definitely changed.
Since we usually just tear each other’s clothes off and move fast, we mostly use our hands and mouths to get each other off. He’s only been inside me twice. I’m still hoping this will be time number three.
My fingers curl around his muscular bicep, pulling him back up to me. “What about—oh.”
When I look down, my eyes land on what he’s trying to hide. My words dry up in my throat. Whoa. Look at that. A bulge around the base of his cock.
A knot.
The realization hits me like a punch to the gut. I stare transfixed at the undeniable evidence throbbing between his thighs. My eyes water when I stare so long without blinking, my entrance clenching at the thought of taking him—all of him.
“Not a big deal,” Bane grumbles, eyes flicking away from mine, a rare flush creeping up his neck. “Ignore it.”
“How do I ignore that?”
Both Alphas and alphas, who are the descendants of Alphas, have special quirks—golden eyes, bigger wolves, stronger senses in human form, and yes, knots.
To be completely honest, I always wondered if knots were a myth.
A few shops in town sell toys catering to this particular fantasy but that doesn’t mean they’re modeled on something real.
Don’t alphas only develop knots around their mates? My heart pounds in my chest as the implications wash over me. The knot, Bane’s knot, formed for me? Even if Bane hasn’t Recognized me as his mate yet, his body clearly responds to my presence.
“Come on, stop staring. Haven’t you seen a knot before?”
I shake my head. “No, not like this. Right in front of me.”
My fingers hover just above the swollen base of Bane’s cock, only to have him swat them away with an impatient growl.
“It just happens sometimes when I’m horny,” he grumbles, his jaw clenched.
“Oh,” I say. I thought... well, it doesn’t matter what I thought.
To Bane, this is merely another part of his anatomy, not the symbol of a deeper bond that I imagined.
That makes some sense. I might have stumbled on a few, uh, adult videos featuring knots. It must be possible to pop a knot in multiple scenarios, because when I remember the videos, well… there’s no way all those men were all mated to each other.
But seeing his knot, the longing is hard to ignore. Sure, Bane might be able to pop a knot anytime. I’m still his true mate. That means his knot is meant for me.
“So, um…” I search for something to say, anything to ease the tension of this awkward moment. I can’t even manage to stop staring or make my brain think about something else. “Bane…”
He stares down at the bed. “Just drop it, Fielding.”
“Will you just look at me?”
Surprisingly, he actually does. Words fail me as our eyes lock. Every emotion I’ve been hiding must be painted across my face, but he doesn’t look away. I don’t either. Instead, I let him see everything, silently inviting him closer, yearning to share this moment, to share everything.
The longer he stares, the more I hope he sees me clearly. Seeing everything I’ve been too afraid to show him. I think he’s reading me like a book, the way mates should—but apparently he translates it all wrong.
“No, you can’t have it,” he snaps.
“I never asked!”
“Good. It’s not for fuckbuddies.”
That ends the conversation.
Our night together already ruined, he leaves a short time later.
Dammit. Ultimately, Bane Blackwood is confusing.
One minute I think we’re getting closer and the next he’s farther than ever.
Sometimes I swear he feels this too. When we aren’t able to meet for a while and finally find the time, he’s all heat and hunger, savoring me like I’m the only thing that matters in his world, his eyes blazing with something that feels dangerously close to devotion.
Or when his golden gaze softens and his fingers linger on my skin like he never wants to let go.
Right when it feels like we’re on the verge of something more, the walls come back up and he pushes me away. Is he scared of opening up? Did someone hurt him before?
We’re only getting closer physically. If he’s resistant to love and always keeps me at arm’s length, he won’t ever Recognize me.
We’re meant for each other. Bane’s body, his knot, and his heart are meant for me. But that doesn’t mean he wants me. Not the way I need him to. He doesn’t want to keep me.