Page 32 of Salt and Knot

But as he pinches the nipple of one breast, kisses me deeply, and rubs my clit, I keep thinking how much I liked it when he gripped my hair as well as ramming into me. And my thighs are honestly tired.

The monster, he had his attention on both my breasts, and my clit, and held me. And it’s that memory, shameful and hot, that triggers me into orgasm, not the weak way I’m taking Dylan’s magnificent cock.

He comes with me. We’re totally attuned to each other, and his seed spurts into me as he holds my hips down, thrusting up further into me. His knot slides into place, the ultimate satisfaction that makes all my guilt wash away. It expands, rolling almost excessive pleasure right down to my toes.

We’re both panting, our foreheads pressed together, as we shudder through the orgasms we share. I’m so connected to him, it feels like we could never be apart.

But that’s not the case.

Yet.

I collapse onto Dylan’s chest, hiding my face in his strong neck, and he wraps his arms around me. It’s becoming far too comfortable, and the water only makes it better. Our breathing slows, and the bliss that radiates out from where we’re knotted together is so familiar now. It’s almost easy.

So when I can breathe calmly again, I sit back on his knot and look him in the eye. Dylan is stroking my hair, and I screw up my courage.

“How does the mating bite work?”

“It’s a bite to your neck.” His gaze dips. As though he wants to bite me there.

“Does it hurt?” I wouldn’t care if it did, but I don’t want to be taken unaware.

He raises one eyebrow. “I’ve never experienced it. But I’m told it’s pleasurable.”

“More than your knot?” I ask eagerly. He hasn’t had a mate before? That’s such good news. Whatever his connection with the tentacle monster, it isn’t that he has a secret mate.

“Greedy little omega,” he laughs huskily. “Yes, that’s how I understand it.”

I wriggle on his knot until I get him deeper, and we both moan. Then I tilt my head to show my neck, just the slightest invitation.

In my head, I say it. I ask him.

Bite me. Bond me. Make me yours forever.

I don’t know why he’s holding back, but I’m not letting this feeling of being someone special get away. I need it.

“I want so much of you,” he mutters, then gives a moan of pleasure as my pussy tightens on him. His eyes are hooded, as though he’s not fully in control. Just as I thought. He runs his hands over my bottom and then down my legs, squeezing possessively. “Want to touch you all over.”

My brain snaps. I look up into his face, and his eyes are dark-blue, clouded with an emotion I’m not sure of, but I’m thinking of another blue.

A vision is sharp, there in front of me. The monster that pleasured me at the beach. The one that nearly drowned me, and the recollection shivers down my spine.

Could it have been the sea creature that triggered my heat? It caressed me everywhere, and Dylan’s saying that’s what he wants to do.

Touch me. Fill me.

“Dylan.” It’s a fuzzy, crazy thought. I wondered if the creature I met in the sea was something he’d lost control of. But what if…

What if he’d lost control of himself? Some haze in my thoughts, maybe caused by my heat, lifts.

I’m still on his cock, and he’s knotted to me. I can’t move.

“Some immortals are shifters,” I whisper. A shiver goes down my spine.

“Yes.” He swallows and skims his palms over my upper arms. Not holding me, but comforting, almost. “You should know that I have extra limbs, in my shifted form.”

“Like a tail?” I don’t think he has a tail. Denial is a potent drug. I’m not ready for this.

He tilts his head to the side. “A bit like a tail, yes.”