"Fuck, fuck, fuck… Comu potti succèdiri?!"(How could this happen?)Eliano mutters.
Everyone in ABO society knows that knotting between partners who have no emotional bond is almost impossible,so… The knot is proof that Eliano feels something for me. And disturbingly enough, it gives me far more pleasure than it should, way more than I am comfortable admitting.
There's, however, one other explanation. The True Mate thing. They can do it much more easily, even outside the heat…Nah, stop torturing yourself over it, Salt.
Pressing my forehead to the sheet, I pant, trying to regain some sense of control, trying to process everything and adjust to the massive pressure inside me. Joy tangles with shock.
I am also weirdly impressed that the condom holds, cheap and low-tier as it was. Turns out it is solid after all.
For a good minute we both breathe loudly and hoarsely. Because my head is hanging down, I feel like all the hot blood has rushed to it. I am dizzy, overheated, like my veins might explode.
"Start moving. Fuck me with the knot."
"Shit, are you sure? That could be intense…"
"Yes. I want to know what it feels like. Do it."
With very slow movements, Eliano starts to thrust, and I realize almost immediately that this is far more than I expected.
Far more…pleasurethan I ever dared to hope for.
The knot is expandedright at the level of my prostate, which means every movement grinds against it intensely, and the added length of Eliano’s cock, stretched even further by the knot, lets him reach the sensitive, closed entrance of my womb and… massage it.
So now I am being stimulated in two wonderful places at once, and my vision literally goes white.
Within seconds, my body is wracked by an orgasm unlike anything I have ever experienced.
"Fuck! Breeding orgasm!"
Yeah, I actually blurt it out, because I have to share this revelation with him, so I push through the cringe. My entirebody shakes like I am being hit by a powerful electric current, my spine arching into a deep curve as if molten lava were being poured along my vertebrae.
"Fuck me!" I cry. "Don’t you dare stop!"
Eliano keeps thrusting, and suddenly I understand what heat must feel likefor omegas.
The ‘subtle’ beta heat part is moved to the side! Now I’m being hit with wild intensity, with these torrenting waves of orgasm crashing one after another.
My body races toward another climax, then barely two minutes later, another one.
"Damn!" I cry out, dissolving into a messy mix of screams, moans, broken AO calls, and desperate pleas, and to my horror, words like:
"Oh God, I love this, love you."
That one slips out without my consent, like my body hijacked my mouth and locked my brain out.
"Fuck me, keep fucking me," I beg, desperately hoping he didn’t catch my accidental confession, one I’m not even sure is real or just the way my emotions are spiraling right now, like a door cracking open between us onto something more.
Eliano keeps plowing me. He acts like he did not hear it, or maybe he just blames it on what a good fuck does to your head. Everyone has heard that confessions made right after an orgasm should not be taken too seriously.
I feel rivulets of sweat running down my chest, over my throat, onto my face. My hands are clenched tight in the sheets, trying to stabilize myself, but it barely helps when he keeps thrusting and my entire body is shaking and swaying in midair.
I have no idea how long it lasts. At some point I lose all sense of reality.
Everything blurs into one massive, ongoing orgasmic wave that keeps tearing through me.
Slowly, half-coherent, I realize it is ending, probably only when I feel the pulsing of his knot and understand that he is coming again. This time it is even more intense.
So I pant and gasp and let it roll over me…
