Free Web NovelChapter 48: Knot Addiction
The praise sends need flooding through me, now very aware of every point of contact between us.
His muscled chest against my back. His arm across my stomach. His thighs bracketing mine. And his cock, hard now, pressing against my ass cheeks.
I can’t help it. I shift, rubbing back against him.
He groans, his grip tightening. "Better stop teasing, brat."
I do it again, grinding my ass against his length, feeling it twitch and grow even harder. My pussy’s already wet, already aching, jealousy transforming into pure physical need.
"Please," I whimper.
His hand slides down from my waist, over my belly, which he caresses with a satisfied grumble on the way down, and slowly pushes between my thighs. When his fingers part my folds, we both groan. I’m soaked, my arousal coating his fingers as he explores. frёeωebɳovel.com
"Fuck," he groans. "So wet for me."
"Need you," I gasp, spreading my legs wider.
He circles my clit with one thick finger, and I cry out, my hips bucking. He’s so good at this, knows exactly how much pressure I like, exactly how to touch me to make me lose my mind.
"That’s it," he murmurs against my neck. "Moan for me, little one."
Two fingers slide inside me, I hold my breath at the stretch. They’re so thick, filling me, curling to hit that spot inside. His thumb hits my clit, rubbing in tight circles as he fingers me with devastating precision.
"Ezra, oh god–"
"I am your god," he whispers in my ear. "Cum on my fingers, brat."
The orgasm hits me like a freight train. I cry out, my pussy clenching around his fingers as pleasure crashes through me in waves. He works me through it, movement never stopping, drawing out every last tremor until I’m shaking and gasping.
When he finally withdraws his fingers, I watch through heavy-lidded eyes as he brings them to his mouth and sucks them clean, his eyes closing in pleasure as he tastes me.
"Delicious," he growls.
But I’m not satisfied. The orgasm only made the ache worse, made me more aware of the emptiness inside. His cock is still hard against my ass, and I need it. Need him inside me, filling me, claiming me.
I whine, high and needy, grinding back against him.
"Frankie," His voice is strained. "It’s too soon. The others—"
"Please," I beg, reaching back to grip his hip. "Please, Ezra, I need you."
He groans, and I feel his control wavering. His hand grips my hip, and he tips me forward slightly, adjusting the angle. The head of his cock slides through my wetness, and we both shudder.
"Too soon," he mutters, more to himself than to me. "Just—fuck."
He pushes forward, and the head of his cock breaches me. The sensation is immediate and overwhelming, a click, and the lock slides into place, two puzzle pieces finally connecting. Euphoria stings across my flesh, so intense it’s almost painful. This is right. This is perfect. This is everything.
"Fuck, oh fuck," I gasp. "what—"
"My mate," he grits out, his whole body trembling with the effort of holding still. "It’s– bond. Fuck, Frankie, you feel—" He breaks off with a groan. "Don’t move. Don’t fucking move or I’ll—"
I can’t help it. The feeling is too intense, too perfect. I shift slightly, pushing back to take more of him.
His control shatters.
The growl that rips from him is pure animal. In one swift movement, he flips me onto my back, looming over me, eyes blazing. The tip of his cock is still inside me. For one beat we stare at each other, nothing else exists except him, me and this connection.
He drives forward, burying himself to the hilt in one brutal thrust. I scream, my back arching off the bed. He’s so big, stretching me impossibly wide, filling me so completely I can barely breathe. And at the base of his cock, I feel it, his knot, already swollen.
"Mine," he snarls, pulling back and slamming into me again. "My mate."
He fucks me hard and fast, his hips pistoning with primal intensity. The bed shakes with the force of his thrusts, the headboard slamming against the wall. Each drive of his cock hits something deep inside me that makes me see stars, makes me claw at his back, makes me wrap my legs around his waist to take him deeper.
His knot swells more with each thrust, catching on my entrance, stretching me wider. It doesn’t slip inside, but the pressure, the promise of it, makes me wild.
"Don’t stop, please!" I cry out.
He leans down, his teeth grazing my neck, then my shoulder. The scrape of his canines against my skin sends electricity shooting through me.
"You feel that?" he growls against my skin, punctuating his words with brutal thrusts. "How perfectly you take my cock? This pussy was made for me. Made for us."
"Yes!" I’m babbling now, incoherent with pleasure. "Yes, yes, yes—"
He nips my shoulder, and I moan. His teeth move to my neck, scraping, every nip sends pleasure-pain shooting straight to my core, making my pussy clench around him. I need more, need him to bite me.
"Such a brat," he growls. "Questioning if you’re ours. Should punish you–"
"I’m sorry," I gasp. "I’m sorry, I—"
"Too late." He slams into me particularly hard, and I cry out. "You’re gonna cum on my cock. Make you remember who you belong to."
His hand slides between us and he pinches my clit. The moment he touches it, I’m gone. The orgasm builds so fast I don’t have time to prepare. It crashes over me, a tidal wave of sensation. I scream his name, my walls clamping down on his cock like a vice, pouring hot juices over his shaft.
"Cum for me," he snarls. "Cum on your mate’s cock."
The pleasure is endless, rolling through me in waves as he continues to fuck me through it. His knot is huge now, pushing on my entrance with every thrust, I’m desperate for it, desperate to feel all of him inside me.
"Ezra, please," I sob. "Please, I need—"
"Fuck!" His rhythm falters, his hips stuttering. "Baby, I’m—"
He buries himself deep one last time, and the first hot pulse of his cum floods my pussy. Then another. And another. Each pump is distinct, filling me, marking me from the inside. His knot swells impossibly large, pressing against my hole but never breaching. I whimper at the denial even as the sensation of his cum driving into me makes me shudder with aftershocks.
"So much," I gasp. "Can feel every—"
In one long stroke he licks across my throat, up my jaw and across my lips, before pushing his tongue past them. The taste of him fizzes my insides, I’m chasing his tongue with my own, he sucks my bottom lip between his teeth and applies enough pressure I yelp. He licks along the hurt, then does it again.
He’s still cumming, still pulsing inside me, it will never end, I don’t want it to end. My cunt is so full, feel his seed leaking out around his cock and sliding to my ass because there’s nowhere else for it to go. I’m desperate for his knot, need the pain of it, the stretch.
"Your knot, I need—" I whimper.
"You better not have marked our girl."
The voice comes from behind us.
There’s no stopping what’s happening, no freezing or panicking, I need Ezra inside me. I crane my neck to see Leo at the end of the bed, arousal and possessive anger contorting his face.
Ezra’s response is visceral. He growls, the sound so deep and threatening it makes the hair on the back of my neck stand up. He bares his teeth over his shoulder, his body covering mine protectively, cock still buried inside me.
"Mine," he snarls.
The tension’s electric, dangerous. I can feel something in Ezra rising, feel the possessive need to defend what’s his, warring with his pack bonds.
"Ours," Leo corrects, his eyes flashing amber.
Pinned under a wolf’s weight, watching him watch us is breathtaking. The pulsing heat between my legs refuses to fade.
I hold my hand out, silently begging Leo to take it.
