Page 30 of Knot A Chance

“It’s definitely too late to ask me that,” I said with a laugh. “I want this, Bennett. I want you.”

He kissed me again and grabbed his dick, lining himself up at my hole. “Fuck, I want you more than I want air.”

He pushed inside me and I moaned loudly at the stretch. “Yes,” I cried. “Have me. Give it all to me.”

He pushed in until his balls hit my ass cheeks and kissed me. “Good, handsome?”

“So good,” I moaned.

He lowered his mouth to my nipple piercing and swirled his tongue around the barbell, breath labored as he fucked me with abandon. I gripped the sheets in both hands and thrust up to meet him, my dick leaking on my stomach. Bennett buried his nose in the side of my neck, scent marking me as he grabbed my dick and stroked me.

“I’m going to come,” I yelled

“Shit,” Bennett groaned. “Me too, but—fuck—my knot is swelling.”

“Give it to me,” I moaned, as my ass clenched for more. I was ready to burst and still I wanted that knot like it was the answer to all of life’s problems. “I need it, Bennett. I need to be filled with your knot.”

“We’ll be stuck here for a while,” he said, pumping into me.

“Please, alpha,” I whined.

“Fuck yes, you can have anything you want,” he yelled, slamming into me. His body jerked with his climax and the stretch of his knot at my entrance combined with his hand shuttling up and down my cock made me come in thick, hot ropes right along with him. I spilled between us and he scooped it up with his fingers, licking up every drop of my come like it was the best thing he’d ever tasted. He rolled us onto our sides, chest to chest, kissing my shoulder and nuzzling my neck again. I was pretty sure I was going to smell like Bennett for months after just one day together.

“I’m sorry. I don’t usually knot unless I’m with an omega in heat,” he said, kissing my shoulder softly again. “I should have known it was a possibility with you.”

“Don’t be sorry. It feels amazing,” I said, wiggling on it and groaning as ripples of pleasure ran through me. My dick gave another pulse and Bennett grabbed hold of my shaft, squeezing gently.

“Do you have other omegas?” I asked, looking down at his chest.

Bennett lifted my chin up to meet his eyes. “No. I’ve dated casually before, but there is no one else currently in my life.”

“Oh, okay,” I said, trying to play it cool. “That’s good to know, I guess.”

Bennett gripped my hips and moved me around on his knot. “This is all yours, so there better not be anyone else in your life either. I’m not interested in casual with you.”

I laughed. “I knew you’d be a possessive fucker.”

He softly bit my shoulder. “I never have been before. But yes, I do think that with you, I’m going to be a possessive fucker.”

“Has there ever been anyone serious for you?” I asked.

“No,” Bennett said. “I’ve never found anyone I felt serious about.”

I nodded.

“What about you?” he asked. “I assume it was serious with Ryder?”

I took a deep breath and wound a strand of his hair around my finger. “Yes and no. We were on and off in high school, but he got into drugs when we were young and I broke up with him over it repeatedly.”

Bennett ran his hand across my cheek and kissed me softly. “What changed?” he whispered.

“My dad died when I was nineteen,” I said. “He was a firefighter and got trapped in a burning building. After that, I was in so much pain, my mom and Clara were a mess, and I was screwing around with Ryder who was always using, so I just kind of had this fuck it moment and let him teach me how to shoot up. It was an incredible high that took away an incredible pain. I was an addict before I knew it. Heroin was my drug of choice, but I’ve probably tried it all at this point.”

“Why’d you quit?” he asked.

“Clara. She begged me to for a long time and I didn’t want to hear it. She came over to Ryder’s apartment one day and he hit her. I was so high, I could barely see straight, but I remember watching the blood from the cut on her forehead and realizing what my decisions had done. I went to see her the next day. She let me detox at her house and helped me get into rehab. My mom had given up on me long before that.”

“How long did you use?”