Page 44 of Rot In Knotty Pieces

I snarl at her and surge up, but I land heavily again.

Again.

And again.

I’m sobbing for air, tears running down my cheeks. I’m not sad, I’m just emotional. The heat grips me in its throes, and I beg for a knot, but when the alphas start towards me; she cuts them off, stopping them from approaching.

“They are mine!” I howl.

“Oh, boohoo. Are you going to cry about it, little baby omega?”

I’m going to kill her.

“THEY ARE MINE!”

Raven snorts. “Stomp your feet, baby. Throw all your toys. Scream louder for me. Doesn’t change shit. They listen to me now.”

I roar and charge her.

She puts me down hard and then kneels on my back, pinning me to the spot.

“Right. I think that ought to do it.”

What?

She grabs a fistful of my hair and straddles me. My ass and cock clench, and I feel the need return with a vengeance. I want to fuck her.

“Get off me, and I will make you feel so good,” I try to sound as tempting as I can.

She snorts. “Not happening, my sunshine puppy.”

I growl.

She slides a hand over my ass, then slaps it hard. “You see, there’s something going on here with you. Something that’s not right, and we’re going to talk about our feelings.”

“Fuck off.”

“I love that. But let’s give my idea a go first.”

“I want a knot!” I growl sullenly.

“Yes, and I think that’s exactly the problem, isn’t it, Omega? You’ve been in charge the whole time. No one challenged you. They were scared you would leave.”

She leans down until I can feel her hot breath on my ear.

“But I’m not leaving, neither will I let you go anywhere, and you are going to submit to me.”

My eyes widen. What the fuck?

“Fuck you!” I snarl low and violently.

“Oh, baby, if only I had a strap-on, I would knot you so hard, but unfortunately, I don’t, so we’re going to play my way. You will behave.”

I snarl and struggle, but she just holds and waits me out. I drop, relaxing, panting for air, struggling to calm the panic and the heat.

Her hands slide calmly up my back, massaging in big circles that slowly get more and more intimate.

When her hand slides over my ass, I snarl but don’t flinch. She brushes the tip of her finger over my tight ring.