He sits up suddenly, wrapping one arm around my waist to keep me steady, and starts thrusting up into me. The new angle makes me cry out—he's impossibly deeper now, hitting that perfect spot with every thrust, and I'm not going to last.
"That's it," he encourages, his lips against my ear. "Take it. Take everything. You're doing so good, beautiful. So perfect."
The praise mixed with the pleasure is overwhelming. I'm shaking, gasping, my inner walls starting to flutter around him.
"Gonna come for me?" River asks, and there's still that warmth in his voice even as his breath comes ragged. "Yeah, I can feel it. Feel your pussy getting tighter. Come on my cock, Bea. Let me feel it."
His hand slides between us, finding my clit and pressing just right, and I shatter. The orgasm crashes through me, stealing my breath, making me clench down on him so hard he groans.
"Fuck—yes—" He's still thrusting up into me, working me through it. "Good girl. That's so good. But you need more, don't you? Need my knot?"
"Please." I'm crying now, overwhelmed by sensation, by need. "Please, River, need your knot. Need you to knot me."
"I've got you." His rhythm changes, becomes more purposeful. His knot is swelling rapidly now, catching at my entrance with each thrust. "Gonna give you exactly what you need."
One more thrust and his knot pops inside me, stretching me wide, and we both cry out. The sensation is overwhelming—fullness beyond anything I've felt before—and then he's coming, his release flooding into me hot and thick.
"Yes—" I'm gasping, grinding down on him, taking him as deep as possible. "Yes, River.”
"Fuck, you're perfect," he groans, his arms tight around me. "Feel that? That's my knot. We're locked together now. You're not going anywhere."
The possessiveness in his voice, mixed with that underlying warmth, makes me shiver. I try to move and realize I can't—we're completely tied together, his knot keeping him locked deep inside me.
"Easy," he soothes, one hand coming up to cup the back of my head. "Don't fight it. Just feel it. Feel how full you are. Feel how much I'm giving you."
I can feel it. Feel his release still pulsing into me. Feel the stretch of his knot. Feel the emptiness finally,finallysatisfied.
"Better?" he asks softly.
"Yes." The word comes out as a sob of relief. "So much better."
"Good." He presses a kiss to my temple, then my cheek, then finds my mouth for a proper kiss. This one is soft, gentle, nothing like the desperate fucking we just did. "You did so good, Bea. Took everything I gave you. You're incredible."
The praise makes warmth bloom in my chest. Different from the heat. Something deeper.
I slump against him, exhausted, overwhelmed, satisfied. His arms wrap around me, holding me close while we're locked together. His scent surrounds me—pine and sawdust and contentment—mixing with mine until I can't tell where he ends and I begin.
"I just wanna sleep here.” I mumble against his shoulder.
His hand strokes down my back, soothing. "Don't worry. I'm not going anywhere."
"Can't anyway," I point out, and feel him laugh.
"True. Guess you're stuck with me."
"Guess so."
We stay like that, wrapped around each other, his knot keeping us joined. It should be uncomfortable—I'm half-collapsed on top of him, his cock still buried deep inside me—but it's not. It's perfect.
Seth appears with water, and River helps me drink while we're still tied. I'm shaking a little, overwhelmed by the intensity, but the desperate edge has faded. Replaced by bone-deep satisfaction.
"You okay?" River asks, brushing damp hair back from my forehead.
"Yeah." I nod against his chest. "Really okay."
Grayson settles beside us, his hand finding my back. "You did great."
"River made it easy," I mumble, and feel River's chest shake with quiet laughter.
