Page 104 of Knot Her Beta

With slow circles of my tongue, I explore the crease where thigh meets hip. The flat of my palm rubs over his hard, aching cock. His breathing fractures into short, uneven gasps, and when I finally take him into my mouth, the sound that tears from his throat is raw and unfiltered.

I work his crown with mouth and tongue as I wrap my hand around the base, reading every twitch of his hips, every catch in his breathing.

His fingers stroke the hollow of my cheeks and the tautness of my lips. “Em, I want to be inside you.”

I pull off him with a pop, and I finish stripping off his pants, lifting his bad leg with care and easing the fabric past his ankle. Then I lift him and carry him to the bed, where he sprawls out on the mattress. Jared and Leif are there, too, cuddled up as Jared helps Leif sip water, but I ignore them for now, all of my attention on my Beta.

His hard cock hugs his stomach, and I straddle his hips, fist his base, and sink onto his length.

The stretch is good. Deep. His hands find my hips, and he thrusts up into me. I purr in approval and rock down to meet him, careful to support myself.

I brace my hands on either side of his head as I move with him, reading each shift of his breathing, each small adjustment of his hips beneath mine. His bad leg braces against the mattress, and I keep my body tilted forward, watching the way his jaw loosens, the way his eyes stay open and on mine, the flush spreading across his cheekbones and down his throat.

His hold tightens, his thrusts quickening, and my release sweeps over me in an unexpected rush. I try to pull off, but his grip on me holds me in place as he seeks his own pleasure, and my lock clamps down.

He groans, then whimpers, his palms pushing at my hipbones, and his breathing shifts to short, panicked gasps. “Em, wait, something’s wrong.”

My body clenches around him in rhythmic pulses I cannot stop or reverse, and I try to keep him still so he won’t hurt himself. “Grady, it’s okay.”

But he’s not listening as he lets out a pained cry, and I’m helpless to do anything but ride out the lock while the man beneath me fights for breath.

“Grady.” Leif crawls over to grip Grady’s jaw, turning his head. “Look at me. Listen to my voice. Breathe with me. In through your nose. Slow.”

Grady’s breath catches, holds, and releases in a ragged exhalation that shakes his entire body.

“Again,” Leif says. “In through your nose. Out through your mouth. Slower this time.”

Another breath. Slower. Grady’s hands are still on my hips, but the pushing has eased, his grip shifting from resistance to simply holding on. His eyes close, and sweat dampens his forehead, and his chest rises and falls beneath my hands in time with Leif’s measured instructions.

The lock begins to ease by painful degrees, my body yielding around him, and the moment I have any control back, I lift myself off him in one careful motion. His cock slips free, and he groans, his hand flying to his bad knee where it’s bent at an angle that must hurt.

“I’m sorry,” I say, the words coming out wrecked. “Grady, I’m⁠—”

“It’s okay.” He doesn’t look at me as he slides off the bed and limps over to his cane. “I just need—” He stops, swallows hard. “I’ll be in the living room.”

He doesn’t wait for a response as he limps out of the room. His footsteps move down the hallway, followed by the soft creak of the living room couch as he settles onto it.

“I’ll check on him,” Leif murmurs as he grabs his pants and goes after Grady.

Jared’s arms come around me, and I lean back into the solid embrace. “He’s fine. Leif’s with him. Breathe, Em.”

I try, my breath coming out ragged, catching on an almost sob if I had the energy for it, and Jared’s arms wrap around me from behind, his purr vibrating through my back. The next cycle is already building, the heat surging back through my system. Ruts don’t care about broken moments or scaring your partner.

It wants.

It demands.

It takes.

Jared’s purr shifts, deepening, and his mouth finds the curve of my shoulder. “I’ve got you. Don’t fight it. I’m right here.”

I close my eyes and let the next wave take me because there is no other option. No fight left in my body to resist the biology driving me back into Jared’s arms. I lose myself in the warmth of his skin, in the hardness of his body.

And then Leif is there again, and I do my best to breed my Omega, to open his body and pour myself into him. Then Jared is guiding my mouth onto his cock, and Leif is behind me, demanding more, more, more.

When the Rut breaks the next morning, we’re exhausted, bodies sticky and limp from exertion.

And Grady is gone.