Page 111 of Knot Only For One Night

“Thank you,” I say, and she looks up at me. Meeting my eyes that are already staring her down.

“For what?” It’s such a beautifully sad sight, the way her eyes fill with unshed tears. “For helping you? For tasing the fuck out of your brothers? For being so madly in love with you, I could have killed them for laying a hand on what’s mine? For what, Accomplice?”

“For saving me, in every possible way,” I say. She visibly relaxes. Her shoulders slump as her hand grips my chest. She leans up, her lips meeting mine. Her soft lips meet my rough busted lips in a euphoric feeling. Fireworks may as well be going off. I grip her hips as she straddles me. Her hands cradle my face, her kiss as demanding as mine.

“For being the perfect fucking omega,” I say between kisses. I pull her hips to meet mine, to show her how turned on I truly am. “For being so strong, and brave, for being everything I needed and will ever need.” Her lips chase mine, just as desperate as mine are.

Her cranberry scent blooms. Perfuming with each sentence that leaves my lips and filling my own chest with warmth, replacing the sourness my brother left there. The scent coats the car, and I hope no amount of detailing could ever get her scent out. I hold her close to me, needing her in every way humanly possible.

“Thank you for loving me, even if it's only a fraction of how I love you.”

“Oh whatever, I definitely love you more,” she says, grabbing my face much more harshly than before and smashing her lips to mine.

Our tongues fight, trying to win the impossible battle of who loves who more. She grinds her hips over mine, my hard dick craving the damn attention as much as my mind does.

“Fuck, Trouble,” I groan, my hands gripping her ass and grinding us together. Fuck, I could get off on this alone.

We both have on entirely too much fucking clothing. Her soft long-sleeve shirt is a bitch to get off, sliding her arms through the tight sleeves and pulling upward as much as I can lying down and inside a car. Her hands are quick with my bloodied shirt. Soft skin skims my bruises, and I can’t help the damn wince that escapes me. Fuck.

That needs to be the last damn time I lose a fight.

Her face falls as she takes in the state of my abdomen. “Soren!”

“It’s fine,” I say, trying to reach for her and bring her lips to mine, but she doesn’t let me. Her perky tits in that tight lacey bra tease me as she stares down at my ugly-as-fuck bruising. “You’re already making me feel so much better, Trouble.”

“I should’ve…” She doesn’t finish the sentence but her hands hover over my black and blue stomach.

I lean up, ignoring the pain, the win of her lips back on me much more powerful than the pain.

“Kiss me, Esper, please,” I whisper and her eyes finally move to mine and I take her lips. One hand behind her head and the other holding onto the armrest to keep my body upright.

I let my hand drop from her head, needing my omega. My hand runs down to her bra strap, the clasp popping as I let it free. She pushes at my chest, a beautiful laugh leaving her lips. I let the shove lay me back down, unable to keep my body up anymore.

“How many women have you done that with?”

“Oh don’t start,” I chuckle as I distract her by yanking her down and capturing one of those delicate breasts into my mouth, my tongue playing with the hardening peak of her nipple. I bite down slightly, chuckling around her as she moans. Her hands hold her up slightly, pressing into the seat beside my head.

She moans my name and I knead the other breast as she arches into me. Sucking her soft smoothness. My dick fucking leaks like a teenager’s and fuck… the way she makes me feel when I get the honor of pleasuring her—God, I could do this for-fucking-ever.

“I need you,” she moans, pulling away and shimmying down her leggings. I don’t waste any time, shucking my pants and boxers off.

I may not have a knot, but judging by how her jaw drops open and how she gapes at my bare cock, I don’t think she’s missing it right now.

I jerk myself once, coating my hand in my precum and she moans, her eyes landing on that piece of metal at the tip of my dick.

It was a drunken night with my first ever fuckbuddy, no one wanting to date a beta nicknamed Fox. She was a wild sweetbutt and she took me to get it done when I was eighteen.

It hurt like a bitch, but seeing Esper’s eyes roll as she wastes no time sliding down on me, her slick dripping on my dick—damn, it was so worth it.

She whimpers as she gets to the bottom, her eyes live and hot with need. She grips my pecs, careful not to touch my bruising.

“God, you feel perfect, omega,” I moan and she clings tighter to me. Her pussy sucks me up so fucking good.

Hands on her hips, I help her bounce, once, then at a steady rhythm that makes my mind shatter. Her breasts bounce fucking perfectly as she slams down, riding me.

“Open your eyes, Trouble, let me see you.”

I never want to look away from her face, the way it looks now, the way she feels, and how her body responds to me. She hinges forward, her clit grinding against me and fuck her body loves that.