Page 130 of Knot So Social

“Yes,” I whisper, rising on my elbows. “Very much.”

He surges forward, our naked bodies pressing together as he cups the back of my head and seals his mouth to mine. “Then let us see a little closer.”

It’s not a question. It’s a promise, filled with an alpha intense growl and musk strong enough to make me high.

Someone drugged Alessandro, but now he’s drugging me with nothing more than his scent. How did I not notice the strength of that musk before? How did I miss the way it calls to my omega soul?

He reaches his hand between our legs and positions himself. His cock nudges between my lips, and a jolt runs through me as my body registers the size. A tiny moan spills from the back of my throat.

Alessandro smiles and leans in.

I can’t explain it, but my body spasms and melts, spilling loose in a hot rush. My face flames and I stiffen. Shit, did I just come from the promise of his dick?

The alpha feels it. How can he not when I’m painting his tip in my slick?

“Oh,” he breathes out. “A welcome party. Good girl.”

He drives in with a deep thrust that fills me to the brim.

“Ah!” My head falls back, and I clutch at the covers. I’ve been called a good girl before, but never by a gorgeous Italian with a husky voice and an accent that turns the words into a croon. I’m melting. My body jolts, heat blazing under the skin.

Alessandro pulls out and thrusts in deep. When my body slides away from him, he clicks his tongue and grasps my hips. “No, no, cara mia. You cannot run from me.”

I wind one hand around his upper arm for grip. “I wouldn’t want to,” I whisper, the words shaky between pants.

He smiles down at me, and it’s like I’m the only person in the world. “Good. Then hold on.”

Any idea of replying shatters as he thrusts deep. Then he draws back, entire body moving away from me, partly dragging me with him. His hips snap forward. Our skin slaps together, his cock driving deep inside. The impact shocks breath from my lungs. Every nerve sings, alert and tingling.

Again and again, he thrusts, until we’re both shaking and crying with our orgasms. Every pulse of his cock twitches against my channel as he empties deep within.

I collapse back on the sheets.

“Wow,” I whisper.

Alessandro strokes my heaving belly. “What are you celebrating?”

“That was so good.”

He blinks, genuine surprise flashing through his dark eyes. “But we only just began?”

I twitch, hands curling into the rumpled bedding.

He watches me, and then chuckles, the sound morphing to a purr that vibrates my entire chest. “My omega is so innocent.” His lips brush the curve of my neck, sucking lightly. “Let me show you, Amore, how Italians make love.”

Pulling back, he flips me over in one quick move. He pushes my hips up until I’m kneeling and drops his lips to my ass cheeks. “I am sorry, but since you are mine now, I cannot possibly let you go yet.”

He spreads my cheeks and fits his cock to my weeping entrance. “You are built for me, Willow,” he purrs, leaning right over my back. “Feel how good we fit together?”

He thrusts and I moan. He’s so deep inside me.

“See? It feels good. We were made for each other. You have not been treated properly if you think once or twice is enough. Trust me, I will not leave my beloved omega wanting.”

A shiver starts deep in my soul, working outward in concentric circles through my body, like a pebble dropped in a pond. My logic wants to argue with him, but every touch, every thrust, drives the reasoning right out of my head, until all I can do is mewl and squirm, burning with a fever I’ve never felt before—one born of pure desire and a man determined to make me feel everything.

A man who wants to give me his all.

His knot knocks against my lips, but he doesn’t let it slip inside. I cry, and scream, and even beg. My sweat soaks the bedcovers, turning them dark. I climb an endless mountain of sweet sensation, each crest somehow higher and sharper than the last.