Chapter 21 Maisie #3
“Harder,” he grunts. “Don’t be afraid to hurt me, baby. I can take it.”
I pump harder and get rewarded with a husky groan and his hips rocking. He’s big. I can barely fit my hand around him, but I lower my mouth and part my lips, forming a tight seal before I suck him.
The breath wheezes out of him. “Fuck, Maisie.”
My eyes fly to his face, and I release him with a wet pop, terrified I hurt him. “Knox?”
He has a white-knuckle grip on the sheets, and he shakes his head frantically. “Feels good. Don’t stop.”
Reassured, I bend my head and take him into my mouth. I keep a hold of his base, and with each groan that rumbles from Knox, I get a little braver and feel a little more confident in what I’m doing.
I suck him deeper into my throat, uncaring if I can’t breathe if he keeps making those hungry growls. His cock jerks in my mouth, and he lets out a curse when a splash of salt hits the back of my throat.
I’m on my hands and knees before I was aware he’d moved.
He blankets me with his body, sliding his arm around my middle, using his weight to push my chest down onto the bed.
My hips stay up, tucked up against Knox’s cock nudging the entrance of my pussy.
It tingles in response. The breath sticks in my throat, and my fingers clutch the sheets as the sound of my heart pounding fills my head.
This is like one of my heat dreams. Right before an alpha with an unknown face fucked me so hard I came screaming around his pistoning cock.
“Knox?” My muscles quiver with excitement, and I rub my ass against him, needing him to move.
He groans, holding me still.
“This won’t be gentle.” He delivers his warning in a lust-filled voice vibrating with need.
His hands stroke up and down my sides, and he kisses the side of my neck. With one hard thrust, he penetrates so deep he touches the end of me.
I claw up the bed. “Knox!” I wail, my pussy rippling around his cock, struggling to adjust to his thick girth stretching me from base to tip. I’m squeezing him tight, and he’s breathing hard with his face against my back, his entire body trembling when he groans out my name.
He holds my hips up, keeps me steady and fucks me with a desperation that makes it clear he was barely holding back before. I grab the sheets, bury my face in a pillow and buck and moan as he drives me into my first climax and just keeps going.
His skin slaps against mine, his body utterly covers mine, keeping me pinned beneath him. Dominated. Controlled. I submit to him, stretching my arms up higher and letting him take what he needs from my body. And in return, he gives me everything.
He pushes me beyond what I thought I could take. Pleasure blooms within me, and I shatter, screaming into the pillow as his cock pistons in and out of me.
His desperate groan comes a split second before his hands grab my hips. He strains within me, and his knot stretches my pussy, lodging so deep that it triggers another climax that tightens and then loosens every muscle in my body.
His cock is still filling me with his cum when I collapse onto the bed, panting. Knox follows me down, his body blanketing mine, but he’s so careful not to crush me.
Minutes later, I’m still in a pleasure-filled daze as my heart slowly returns to its normal rhythm.
Knox kisses the side of my neck, soothing away the sting from the nip he gave me as he fucked me. “You okay, beautiful?” His voice is rough but sated.
I turn my head to the side to see him better. “You killed me, that’s all. Nothing else to report. Just me dying of pleasure in this bed.”
He chuckles. “I didn’t mean to throw you around like that. Seeing you on your knees like that, and your mouth… fuck. I stopped thinking.”
“Alphas like to dominate omegas,” I say, wiggling around a bit to get more comfortable as we spoon. I’m the little spoon, he’s the big spoon, and it feels so good I'm never moving again.
“You want a sheet or the comforter?” he offers.
I shake my head. He kicks off so much heat I don’t need it. I’m not sure how he could reach either with me shoving the sheets and the comforter all the way down the bed. Maybe use his feet?
“And omegas?” he asks softly, his fingers tracing patterns on my belly. “What do they like?”
I look at him, hearing a new note in his voice. With each passing day, I get a little better at reading him. He’s still worried that he might have hurt me. “I liked submitting to you,” I shyly admit. “I liked how it made me feel. And I trust you not to hurt me.”
I hadn’t known if I could or would want to submit to any man after Derek, but it had felt like the most natural thing in the world to submit to Knox.
His eyes soften. “I love you, Maisie. Your trust will never be misplaced.”
“I love you too, Knox. I know.”
He kisses me. “You want to snuggle for a bit before bed?”
“Yeah.” I grin. “I’d love that, but I’m not ready to sleep yet.”
He gives me a knowing look, the corners of his lips lifting in a smile. “Ah. The next time won’t be so rough.”
My cheeks heat, and I clear my throat. “If that’s what you want. I’m happy to go along with whatever you think.”
His eyes laugh at me. “You want me to fuck you hard again, don’t you?”
“Absolutely,” I say without hesitation.
He laughs.
We snuggle, talk, and have sex over the next couple of hours. Sometimes it's rough. Sometimes it’s sweet and tender, but Knox always checks in with me to make sure he’s not even accidentally hurting me. Then he gathers me close, and I fall asleep with my cheek against his heart.
I wake to soft guitar music.
Peeling my eyes open, light floods the room through the open drapes as I lie on my belly with the sheets covering me. I roll over to find Knox sitting upright in bed with his ankles crossed. He’s in black briefs and nothing else as he plays the guitar.
It’s the weekend, so none of us have to be anywhere or do anything, just rest.
“You said you’d play me something tonight on the porch,” I remind him with a smile.
He stops playing to lean over and touch his lips to mine. “Didn’t want to wait. I started playing when you started stirring. You hungry, beautiful?”
“A bit.” A little more than a bit, but I don’t want to move and I don’t want him to go. This feels like a picture-postcard moment I’m not ready to let go of yet.
Knox turns to his closed door and shouts. “Elias! She’s hungry.”
I raise my eyebrow.
“Elias knocked on the door to ask if we wanted breakfast while you were asleep,” he explains. “He was making pancakes, and I told him I’d ask you when you woke up.”
“Oh, okay.” As long as he isn’t doing it just for me.
He's strumming his guitar, and I'm watching him with a smile when there's a knock at the door.
“Yeah?” Knox calls out.
Elias pushes the door open, looks at Knox playing guitar half-naked, and then at me sitting cross-legged on the bed wrapped up in a sheet.
He shakes his head and carries in a tray loaded with stacks of pancakes with bacon, maple syrup, coffee, and small glasses of orange juice.
“I read pancake instructions on a box, and he’s playing beautiful guitar music for you when you wake up,” he grumbles.
He sets the tray down on the bed and starts to retreat.
I snag the front of his shirt and tug him back, kissing him softly. “Those boxed pancakes made me fall in love with you. I wouldn’t change it for all the money in the world.”
Pleasure unfurls in his amber gaze. “That right?”
“Yeah, it is.” I smile. “Stay and have breakfast with us.”
He shakes his head. “You don’t want me here.”
But I do. “Elias—”
He kisses me. “Enjoy breakfast with Knox. I’ll see you later, beautiful.” He leaves with a grin.
I smile when Knox leans over and kisses the back of my shoulder. “You just made his day.”
“I did not.”
“That was the biggest shit-eating grin I’ve ever seen in my life.” He sets the guitar down on the floor and moves the tray between us so we can eat.
“Are you going to play more guitar for me?” I don’t hide how much I like it.
His soft smile says he knows it.
“Later.” He picks up his cell phone from the nightstand, unplugs it from the charger, and offers it to me. “You’re going to need this today.”
I lift my brow.
“Call your sister,” he says. “You miss her, and you want to speak to her. When the sheriff has tossed your POS ex in jail, your sister and her family can come stay with us for a couple of days. We have more than enough space to host them.”
My eyes fill with tears. “Really?”
“Really.” He tucks the phone into my hand and kisses me. Then he turns to his door and shouts. “Get your ass back in here, Gallo!”
I grin when Elias reappears, frowning. “What?”
“You’re eating with us,” Knox declares.
Elias bounces his gaze between us. “I didn’t want to interrupt anything.”
Knox tosses him the maple syrup. “Don’t be an idiot. You’re pack. Sit and eat.”
I dig into breakfast with Knox and Elias, and our laughter draws Hunter and Wyatt upstairs with their plates.
I never had a pack or a big family before, but if I did, I can’t imagine it being any better than this.