Chapter 19 Knox #2
“That’s it,” I murmured, keeping my voice even. “Stay with it.” Dr. Hampton said I could encourage her and I wanted Lena to know how well she was doing.
When she made contact again, her fingers pressed a little more firmly, not pulling away and letting herself embrace it instead of retreating.
Then she dropped down, letting her knees sink into the mattress as her hand moved slowly along my arm, tracing the lines of my muscle with growing confidence.
Her hesitation didn’t disappear entirely, but it changed shape, less fear now, more curiosity and awareness of what she was doing.
I exhaled, keeping my body relaxed beneath her, even as the air between us heated.
“You’re doing so good, runt” I whispered.
Warmth filled her eyes as she met mine for a brief second, before returning her focus to her hand as it moved higher now.
Her fingers glided down my forearm, tracing each vein like she was mapping them. When she reached my hand, she didn’t rush, trailing over each finger, one at a time, as if she was learning what was hers to feel.
I let out a slow breath, trying to stay composed in the moment, but my mind couldn't help wandering.
A memory hit…
The way my fingers, the same ones she was tracing now, had moved, in and out of her wet heat. How her walls had tightened around them, in a frenzy of lust and need. So different from the control she clung to now.
My jaw tightened as I tried forcing the thought away, but my body reacted before I could help it. My cock jerked, hardening and tenting my underwear.
Her gaze followed, drifting downward for just a second. A little gasp slipped past her lips.
“Sorry,” I muttered under my breath.
She stilled.
“Don’t worry about that,” I muttered. “Just… keep going. It's okay, you can touch me wherever you want.”
“What if…” she murmured.
“What if what?” I asked.
“What if I want to touch you there?”
Her hungry eyes lingered on my cock.
A smirk pulled at my mouth, a slow beat passing between us.
“I'm yours. All of me,” I said. “I meant it when I said you can touch me anywhere.”
Her hand slid back up my arm, slower this time, lingering at my collarbone before dipping into the soft patch of chest hair that trailed down my torso. Her fingertips followed the contours of my abs, tracing between them, carving a path lower, to the V of my hips.
At the band of my briefs, she paused.
“Its yours, Lena,” I said roughly. “Every hard inch.”
She hesitated for a second before pushing through it, her hand finally settling over my cock. Only the thin fabric of my briefs separated us, and even that felt like too much distance.
My body reacted instantly, twitching hard beneath her palm.
A low sound dragged from my throat as her fingers moved cautiously over me, testing, learning.
“Feel it jerk?” I breathed. “That’s what you do to me, runt”
Her touch glided over the hard outline of me again, slower this time, and my control slipped another inch.
“You touch me and I lose it,” I muttered, voice rougher now. “You have no idea how hard it is to stay still when your hands are on me.”
She bit her lip, trying to hide the small smile that tugged at her mouth.
“Want to touch my cock properly and feel how hard I am for you?”
Her head bobbed in a quick nod.
I groaned under my breath.
My hands moved to the band of my briefs, pushing them down as my cock sprang free, hard and aching.
A surprised gasp left her lips
“What? Is it bigger than my brother’s?” I asked lightly.
She studied it, then shook her head slightly.
“No, the same… but his…” she hesitated, “…curves more.”
I chuckled.
Her fingers brushed over the head of my cock, tracing a lazy circle around my hole at its tip. I sucked in a breath, unable to stop the bead of pre-cum that formed there.
She noticed.
Her finger swiped through it, then lifted to her mouth.
And she sucked my cum clean.
When her eyes lifted back to mine, I recognized the look immediately. The same one as during the stakeout.
Need.
Lust.
Hunger that didn’t know how to stop.
God, she was beautiful like that.
“I can’t touch you,” I said, my voice frayed and rough, “but I can tell you need to orgasm.”
A high, needy whine slipped from her.
“You’re in control,” I continued. “If you want release, you'll have to take it.”
Her head dipped, lips wrapping around my thickness as she slid down the shaft.
Silas had told me how soft her mouth was. How warm.
Fuck, he hadn’t been lying.
Her lips and tongue worked together, slow at first, then faster as she gained confidence. She pulled back, exploring the tip, letting her tongue circling there, lapping up every bead of precum that formed, drawing a groan from me.
She was close to heat. I could feel it in the way she moved, in the way she chased my seed, like even if the suppressants had delayed it, they couldn’t take the edge off what she really needed.
Alpha seed.
I knew by the way she sucked, the way she lingered, trying to take more and draw it out, that she liked the way I tasted.
Her hand reached for mine, tugging, trying to guide it toward her dripping pussy. Toward the emptiness she needed filled.
I clicked my tongue softly.
“No, runt,” I said, using every bit of my restraint. “I’m not supposed to touch you.”
“But if you want to be filled… stretched… satisfied…” I added, “my cock’s right there.”
She looked down, considering.
“You can ride it,” I continued. “Sit on my lap. Control the pace. How deep and how fast. I won’t touch you.”
That convinced her as she began peeling off her clothes one article at a time. The last layer followed, though she kept her bra on, still not completely comfortable exposing the scared parts of herself.
Then she climbed back onto the mattress, swinging her leg over me until she was straddling my hips, holding herself just above me.
I stayed as still as possible beneath her.
“Line your pussy up with my cock and drop down on it, slow. Take your time. Let it fill you up while you explore what feels good.”
Her hands found my stomach, running over my abs, moving down, until they reached my cock, which she gripped and then pumped in her fist. She guided it to her entrance, notching the tip in her wet folds.
She paused again.
Rigid and still.
“Hey, Lena. Look at me.”
Her eyes lifted.
“Is this okay?” I asked. “Are you okay?”
She nodded.
“Try using your words,” I prompted gently.
A small breath.
“I want this.”
My chest tightened.
“Then take it.”
She lowered herself, her breath catching as she adjusted and stretched around my thick cock. With each torturous inch, her pussy swallowed more until it was sheathed fully in her warm cunt.
A low sound left her as my cock bottomed out in her tight channel, her body bouncing instinctively as she found her rhythm and pace.
She groaned, grinding into my lap, filling her needy hole. I clenched my jaw, fighting every urge to grip her hips, to move her small body up and down. But control wasn't mine to take, as much as my alpha instincts cried out for me to do so.
This wasn’t about me. It was about her.
I looked up at Lena. She was moving faster now, soft gasps slipping from her lips every time she sank down and my cock stuffed her core.
Fuck… she was a sight to see. Free. Eyes closed, head tipped back, and hair spilling around her.
But then I realized she wasn’t here.
Her fists clenched, her body locked too tight, too rigid. She was chasing the feeling, not truly experiencing it.
“Woah, runt,” I said, my voice dropping as I caught the sharp edge of panic in her scent. “Hey… look at me. Where are you? Where’d you go?”
Her eyes snapped open, wide and unfocused, fear and need tangling together until I could barely separate them.
“I… I…”
“Shh,” I softened instantly. “You’re okay.”
I held her gaze, keeping my voice low and steady as I let a quiet purr thread beneath the words.
“That’s it,” I murmured. “Breathe for me.”
Her chest rose unevenly.
“Good girl. Slow it down.” My voice stayed calm and grounding. “Remember what the doctor said. This belongs to you. You decide how far this goes.”
Her breathing hitched again, but she stayed with me this time instead of spiraling away.
“Feel it,” I said softly. “You don’t have to run. Just stay here with me.”
A beat passed before I lowered my voice even further.
“Can you do that for me?”
She nodded.
“Good,” I praised gently, easing my tone as I guided her back down from the edge. "What does it feel like right now?”
She swallowed, eyes locked on mine now, more present.
“Talk to me. Please.”
A shaky breath left her.
“It feels… good,” she whispered. “So tight. So full.”
“Keep your eyes on me,” I said, my voice rough despite trying to keep her calm. “That’s it. Don’t hide from it now. Tell me where you feel it.”
She moved again, rolling her hips slowly, and her lips parted around a shaky inhale.
“Inside,” she breathed. “Inside me.”
“In your pussy?” I asked softly.
Her face flushed instantly, but she nodded anyway.
A low sound of approval rumbled out of me. “Good girl.” My eyes dropped briefly to where she was connected to me before returning to her face. “Feel how wet and tight you are? That’s your body wanting this.”
Her breath hitched.
“Focus on that,” I murmured. “The stretch. The fullness. How good it feels when you stop fighting it.”
I watched her carefully, making sure she wasn't slipping away again.
“What about your hands?” I added. “Do you want to touch me and keep exploring?”
A small whimper slipped from her as she kept grinding on my cock, more controlled now, her hands gliding across my skin with growing confidence.
She leaned forward, shifting higher, her touch traveling up my chest, then to my neck, her fingers light but intentional.
They paused at my lips.
I parted them slightly.
She hesitated for only a second before slipping past my lips. I closed my mouth around her fingers and sucked hard. She gasped.
She withdrew her fingers, then pushed them inside my mouth again. I sucked harder.
Her movements grew frantic, and whimpers of frustration sounded.
"Tell me what you need."
"I need… I need…"
"Focus. Feel it. Stay with me."
"I need more. I need your knot."
"I can't touch you, or stretch your entrance. If you want to be knotted, work yourself down onto the bulb. Don't force it too soon or you could get hurt."
Her hips moved, grinding like I told her. She rotated them in circles, pushing down, eyes on me, hands clawing at my chest. Soon her muscles loosened, pussy opening and my knot finally pushed inside her.
Once fully knotted, I couldn't hold back my release, and seed filled her in burst after burst. As I stuffed her full, she came too, walls restricting around my knot, drawing more and more alpha seed into her swollen pussy.
Afterward, I lay beneath her, locked inside her core by my still inflated knot. Her movements slowed as the intensity faded, but she didn’t pull away.
If anything, she leaned in closer.
Her hands moved over me with purpose now, any earlier hesitation gone. What had started as uncertain testing had shifted into determination; her touch no longer questioning, but claiming.
She explored everything she could reach, my chest, my shoulders, my arms, her fingers trailing and pressing as if she were learning me by feeling alone, committing each detail to memory. There was no rush in it, no urgency driving her forward, just quiet focus.
I stayed still beneath her, even as every instinct in me pushed to respond, to take control, to give something back. My hands remained at my sides, fingers curling into the mattress as I held myself there. This was hers. Every second of it.
She shifted higher, her movements slowing as her touch followed the line of my neck, brushing along my jaw before lingering at my mouth for a brief moment.
I could see it in her eyes then, what she was working up to, what she wanted, so I gave a small nod of silent permission.
A soft sound left her as she leaned in, her lips finding my neck, not frantic or desperate like before, but intentional.
Chosen.
Then she bit down.
My cock, still buried in her, responded. I thought her pussy had milked every drop, but I was wrong, as hot seed burst again at the feeling of her teeth sinking into my neck.
My breath hitched, my body tightening instinctively as the sensation flared, sharp and consuming, every instinct in me roaring to answer her, to return it, to mark her the same way.
I didn’t though.
There would be time for that.
My teeth clenched as I forced myself to hold still, to let her have this completely, to let her take what she needed without having to give anything in return. I just watched her, felt her, and let her choose.
And when she finally stilled, her body resting against mine, the difference in her was undeniable.
At the stakeout, everything between us had been driven by instinct and urgency, her body chasing relief faster than she could process it.
This was something else entirely. Slower, more intentional, and grounded in a way that felt new, even to me.
Her hands rested against my chest in quiet, steady points of contact. The tension that had always lived inside her, in the tight set of her shoulders and constant flicker of unease in her eyes, was gone.
In its place was a soft, content relaxation that made something in my chest ache, as though for the first time she truly felt safe being touched.