Page 17 of Knot Her Beta

“Emily,” I groan, rough with need. “Going to knot you.”

Her thighs tighten around me in response. Her body knows what’s coming even as her mind is still catching up. Alpha anatomy was never designed for the stretch of another Alpha’s knot, and surprise widens her gaze with that particular overwhelmed look, that edge between too much and not enough that sends a shiver through her every single time. Her hips rolling up to meet mine, asking for it anyway.

I grind deep, the head of my cock shoved right up against her small womb. “Let me in, Alpha. Let me breed you.”

Her legs wrap around my waist, holding me deep as she clenches around me, the wet heat of her almost too much to bear.

“That’s it,” I say, bracing one hand beside her head, the other gripping her hip hard enough to leave marks. “Take all of me.”

My knot begins to swell at the base of my cock, stretching her entrance, and Emily cries out as her body responds, her lock engaging around me like a fist closing, tight and rhythmic and insistent, a pressure that builds in concentric rings and pulls me deeper even as it holds me exactly where I am.

Leaning down, I press my mouth to her neck, just below her ear. “I want to give you a pup. Want to see you round with my child.”

Her answer is to kiss me, our bodies locked together. We’re so close now, both of us balanced on the edge. Her breathing is ragged, her skin flushed and damp with sweat.

“Come for me,” I say into her mouth. “Let me feel you.”

She breaks with a keening cry, her back bowing off the bed as the orgasm surges through her. Her lock pulsates around me, a rhythmic grip and release that sends waves of pressure along my shaft. Her inner muscles flutter and clench, drawing me deeper, every hot, slick inch of her wrapped around me as her body demands my release. My balls tighten, and the sensation of my cum flooding her channel is intense, a liquid heat pulsing from me to her, filling her completely.

I collapse carefully on top of her, most of my weight on my forearms to keep from crushing her.

The room is quiet except for the sound of our breathing, both of us still trying to catch our breath. My knot shows no signs of going down, keeping us joined. It will take time for our bodies to unlock, the longer the better, as it keeps my cum inside her, increasing the chances my seed will quicken in her womb.

“You okay?” I ask, brushing the hair from her flushed cheeks.

Emily’s breath is still uneven as her arms tighten around me. “Yeah.”

I shift, settling on top of her, and my mouth finds the hollow of her throat, kissing the racing pulse there.

“I’m not going anywhere,” I tell her, the words muffled by her skin. “No matter what happens. I’m right here.”

Her lips brush the top of my head. “I never doubted it.”

My knot begins to ease, the swollen flesh at the base of my cock softening. I wait until I’m sure we can separate without hurting her before I pull out with careful movements. Emily lets out a soft sound of protest, her body following mine.

“Wait,” she says, voice thick with the beginnings of sleep. “Where are you going?”

“Nowhere,” I promise, gathering her close. “Just getting us under the covers.”

She relaxes, letting me maneuver us both under the rumpled quilt. Her body settles warm against mine, all strong lines and defined muscles. I kiss her temple, my arm curling around her waist.

“We should probably talk about this tomorrow,” she mumbles, already half-asleep. “Figure out the details.”

I smile into her hair. “We’ve got time.”

Her breathing evens out, her body going soft and heavy as sleep claims her. I stay awake, watching the moonlight trace silver lines across her beautiful features, committing the moment to memory.

As I hold her close, I think about what tomorrow’s conversation will bring, what adding a pup will mean to our lives. I brought up registering a pack before, of formalizing it, then let Emily’s uncertainty stall the conversation. But if we’re doing this, I need to convince my strong, wounded Alpha that the failure of her first pack doesn’t mean our pack will fall apart, too.

Because I want the whole future with her, and I aim to see it happen.

Chapter Five

Emily

Ishiver inside the shell of the fitness center. The site has taken on only a hint of warmth from the sun, all vapor and sawdust, every gap in the frame sucking in the cold that comes up from the water.

I brace a boot on the lower rung of the ladder and balance the clipboard on my thigh, copying out the same note I’ve already written twice. My pen scores deep into the page, the carbon copying through so hard it ghosts the sheets beneath. On the third try, I catch myself. The line is identical. Nothing’s changed except for my grip leaving sweat on the pen.