Page 113 of Knot Broken

So I started with the first thing, putting a finger under Nadia’s chin and directing her gaze my way. She looked at me through heavy lidded eyes, as if waking from a dream.

All I had to do was ensure this didn’t turn into a nightmare.

“Look at your mouth,” I rasped as my thumb traced the shape of her full bottom lip. “So swollen and red. I don’t know if I want to kiss you so hard I leave the imprint of my fangs behind or feed my cock past those soft lips.”

“Why choose?” she said, shooting me a cocky smile.

My girl…

Crouching before her, I wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her closer. Her knees went either side of mine, opening her wide for me.

“This looks… painful.”

Her cunt was as soft as wet velvet as I trailed my fingers through her folds.

“It…”

Her voice trailed away as my thumb brushed the hood of her clit. Response forgotten, she nodded instead.

“You should’ve told me,” I said in gently chiding tone. “Your pain is mine to soothe.”

When I put her on her back, when I crawled down the length of her body, she went to stop me, hands going to either side of my head.

“I haven’t cleaned up yet.”

“Don’t care.” I nipped the skin of her hip then the softness of her inner thigh. “Your pleasure is all that matters.”

Whatever concerns she might have, they were swept away by my tongue, her hands landing on my skull like a benediction. Raking across my scalp, I knew exactly what she wanted. The flat of my tongue laving across her clit, over and over, but that would never be enough. Until this heat abated, the sensitive spot inside her would ache and ache, which meant I needed to do this. The wolf and I were one as we lunged forward, forcing not my tongue inside her, but his. Longer, far more mobile, we filled her to the brim and her cunt twitched and clutched at us in response. I pressed in deeper, until my fangs came to rest either side of her clit.

“Yes…” she hissed, unable to just let this happen. She was damn near riding my face, seeking greater and greater stimulation.

So we need to give it to her.

It was the wolf’s claws that trailed across her clit, the hard points making her gasp. Part of me wanted to tear myself away, but her hand, the wolf turning my muscles to stone, kept me right where I was. Pinching down slowly, she had to feel the prick of my claws but rather than recoil away, her movements got more frantic.

“Grey…” Was that fear or ecstasy in her tone, I couldn’t tell. “Grey, I…”

“Am going to come,” the wolf growled as soon as he pulled his tongue free. “Do it. Bathe my face in your slick. Cover me with your scent, because before your cunt has stopped twitching, I’ll be on you. Thrusting deep.”

“Yes…”

She pushed up into my claws, which just had my fingers moving faster.

“You’ll think you can’t take me. You always do, but…”

His speech was cut off as we thrust out tongue back inside her, trying to curl it so it pressed harder into that spot. Milking it with every pass and being rewarded by little bursts of slick each time.

Here it comes, the wolf purred.

The wolf’s claws dug in far deeper than I would’ve dared and her resulting scream had me going perfectly still. I’d hurt her, I thought, the realisation like a punch to the chest. Instead of sobs of agony, her frantic pants of pleasure registered. Over and over, she chanted out the way I was making her feel, until finally the pulses trailed away.

Which meant I needed to do this.

The wolf and I were of perfect accord, pulling free, making a show of wiping our face and then licking our hand clean before moving to cover her body with mine. Nadia looked soft, kind of hazy as she revelled in the afterglow.

“You’re not done yet,” I said.

Her eyes flicked open and for just a second, I saw a flare of fear, but I was forced to stare as that transmuted. My mate’s hands went to my hips as she pulled me closer. The moment my cock grazed along her seam, the hot liquid feel of her slick, her skin, forcing my fangs to grind together, even as the head notched at her entrance.