Page 54 of Knot Cursed

She locked those violet eyes on mine. They were a darker purple than ever before as she followed my instructions beautifully. She shifted down my body, lifting up until she was sitting just behind my cock. She made a show of stroking me, her warm hands nearly sending me over the edge already. Her warm heat was seated against my knot and balls and if she didn’t take me soon we were going to be in trouble.

“Take me now, omega,” I growled.

She leaned up and lined the head of my cock up at her entrance before slowly sinking down. She didn’t stop until she hit my knot. Then she pulled up and sank down again, more forceful this time, making sure that she had my knot.

I groaned as her tight pussy gripped me, locking us together. She was hot and wet around me and the moment she started to move, I was already swelling.

She braced her hands on my chest, nails biting into my flesh, as she threw her head back and rode me. Her lips were parted in a silent scream as she shivered. I knew she was sensitive and with her knowing just how to move, letting her instincts and body guide her, it wouldn’t be long before she shattered again.

I’d get to watch her break for me this time. And when I’d fucked her to the point of exhaustion, I’d let her rest. Then the moment she opened those pretty violet eyes, I’d make her come all over again.

Prue

Girl, did you find a sexy boyfriend in town and decide to ignore me?

Prue

Coffee before work today?

It was my fifth text to my best friend and there had only been crickets since. Something strange settled in my gut and I realized that she’d been feeling someone watching her, had a headache, and now she wasn’t answering.

That feeling became a full-blown urge to move and something on my dresser started clinking.

The mirror.

It was hitting the small trinket bowl I had up there as it danced around like a phone on vibrate. I snatched it up and ran through the house.

“I need you!” I took the stairs two at a time until I was sliding across the foyer. Merrick caught me and brought me to a halt.

“What’s wrong?” he asked as Dorian burst through the back door. Naked again. Rook wasn’t here, apparently, but that was fine. I flipped the mirror and let it do the talking.

“No!” Blake screamed, her cries echoing out of the mirror as she held out her hands to brace against something.

“Oh my god,” I sobbed, forcing myself to watch for any clue as to where she’d be. If she was at home sleeping off a cursed dessert hangover I was wrapping her in a bubble.

“Come on, let’s go,” Merrick said, pulling me downstairs and out of the front door. I dropped the mirror but right now all I could think about was her.

That was all I needed to take the lead, sprinting down the road to Blake’s little cottage. The windows were dark when we got there and I wrenched open the front door, trying not to overthink about the fact it should have been locked.

“Blake!” I screamed as I checked each room, my panic only growing when my bestie was nowhere to be found.

She had to be here.

Dorian was barking orders into his phone, likely alerting Rook. I tucked away the mirror refusing to let them take the one thing that might just tell me where she was at.

By the time I checked the house twice over, the guards were filing in. Dorian guided me over to the side before shifting. This time I don’t think it was voluntary.

“Why are you even here?” one of the guards asked as Merrick reached us. He’d been catching up Rook but they all surrounded me as the guard’s harsh voice rose. “You seem to always be in the middle.”

“She’s my best friend, didn’t feel well last night, and is now not answering texts she always answers,” I said around my tears, glaring at the asshole. “Of course, I’d come.”

“Go home then,” he said, dismissing me. “We’ll take it from here.”

Dorian’s growl had him freezing mid-step and turning around. Rook crossed his arms and stood in front of both of them.

“I’m magistrate. Will you be speaking to me the same way?”

The guard’s face paled significantly as he sputtered out some half-assed explanation. “I’m sorry, it just seems suspicious.”