Corin’s a quick study and willing to be taught. That alone sends ripples of joy along my nerves as he caresses my clit almost exactly as I would’ve done.
Muscles tauten from head to toe as pleasure bursts through me. I’m panting, left without enough air to scream—just enough to moan my delight as he keeps kissing me.
I fall back, limp from my climax. Sweat coats both of us, making our skin glisten in the soft lamp light.
Corin pulls back and watches my chest heave. Then, his gaze shifts up to my neck and shoulders. His mouth opens, and his tongue runs over his teeth, lingering on the sharp canines designed to pierce and initiate mate bonds.
Does he want to bite? We haven’t ever talked about it. Apparently we’re not now, either. He shuts his mouth with a click and gulps. Shakes his head. Then reaches for the lube.
He coats his cock with strong strokes, the base of his hand hitting my mound each time. The knot circling the base of his cock is bigger than before, but won’t swell to its full extent until he’s ready to come. He’ll either squeeze it into my pussy right before it expands, or wrap a hand around it outside my body, applying his own pressure.
I know which I prefer but say nothing. I promised him payback and, thus, plan an ambush.
Corin presses his cock into me slowly. My pussy stretches around his thickness, and a glorious nip of pain in the first thrust quickly turns to pleasure. Warm, pulsing hardness fills me, wonderfully the same and yet different from my collection of dildos and vibrators. He seats himself fully, takes a breath, and then sets a hard, driving rhythm.
Every mote of my body begins to sing with pleasure again. The steady press and pull of his cock pushes me higher and higher. I won’t come from this, though. I need more.
Corin’s head is back, neck muscles taut and chest dripping sweat as he works in and out of me. His growing knot brushes my pussy lips, yet he never pushes further. He’s grunting with exertion, muttering broken words—love, tight, soon—between chanting my name over and over.
All without ever trying to squeeze his knot into me.
Betas aren’t designed to take knots the way omegas and even other alphas are. We must to be stretched and trained, not that the process is particularly hard. It just takes time. With the right tools—dildos with adjustable, inflatable knots—one can even do it for oneself.
As I have.
I take my pleasure in my own hands in this instance and force the issue. With a shove, I roll him over and mount him again. Hands braced on his chest I growl when he reaches for my hips to take control. Before he can wrest control away, I slip the tip of his cock into my pussy and impale myself on cockandknot.
The instant he’s fully inside me, his knot swells all the way. Warm, pulsing, and very much alive. Another twinge of pain ripples through me; then sheer pleasure washes through as knot and cock set every mote of my body aflame.
My arms weaken, and my torso sinks onto his. We remain entwined, locked together with his knot just inside my pelvic bone, for what seems like ages. Aftershocks keep rippling through my body when he or I move, and his knot shifts within me.
I float in bliss, even after his knot goes down and he pulls out. Flopping to the side, I lay, limp and pleasure-drained, as he retrieves a damp cloth from the bathroom and cleans both of us. Once he’s done, I head to the bathroom to take care of business, then return to snuggle against him on the only dry part of the bed.
“You said you couldn’t come from fucking,” Corin rumbles in my ear as my body returns to an approximation of normal.
“I can’t.” I turn my head, smile growing broader at the wry amusement on his face. “Fucking is fun, but doesn’t hit the right parts of me. But you do know the clit you stroke is like the tip of the iceberg, right? Most of it’s internal—and your knot presses it in just the right way.”
“Good to know.” Satisfaction oozes in every word. An additional flush of sweet cider fills the air, attesting to the effect of the news.
He doesn’t ask how I learned this—and I don’t offer. Someday, I’ll show him my collection of knotted dildoes and vibrators, gathered after careful experiments during the early years with Max and his heats.
“Mind, I’m not up for knotting more than a few times a week, if that.” I shrug. “It’s a pleasure better rationed.”
“Also good to know.” He kisses the top of my head. “We’ll have to talk about that with Dan and Nathan to make sure we’re all on the same page and no one feels left out.”
“Are you sure they want to pack up with us?” Rolling over is tricky, but I manage and, thus, look him straight in the eye.
“That they’re interested in you and willing to take me, too? Yes.” He rubs his nose against my cheek, scent marking me as though I’m not already drenched in his perfume. “Certain we’ll be able to make it work? No. Only time will tell.”
“Mmm.” I settle closer as his arms tighten around me. He’s purring softly as my pleasure-drugged brain loses rational sense and I mutter, “I wouldn’t mind watching you with them anymore than you watching me and them—just in case you were wondering.”
He growls and purrs as I fall asleep.
Chapter 31
Nathan’s Territory
DAN
