Page 20 of Salt and Knot

“You’re not camping, you’re staying here,” he says firmly. “If you’re thoroughly satisfied and filled, your heat will be shorter.”

I glance back at Dylan, and his blue eyes are dark again. I blink, because it must just be the light that makes him seem like that. Or maybe this heat is really making me crazy.

“There’s also…” He gazes at me intensely, and doesn’t finish that sentence.

A shudder goes through me. It’s an edge of pain, and I wince.

Dylan’s is on his feet, and by my side, instantly. “Are you okay?”

“Yes—” I whimper the lie, but I’m swaying. The next spasm is stronger, worse. It shoots up my back.

“Your heat.” His brows have lowered. He reaches out and touches my arm, and my pussy is flooded with more arousal. Slick is dripping down my thighs, as if my body has responded to his touch. I recognise him at a cellular level.

“I thought, shit I’m sorry, omega.” He’s hauled me to him before I can say a word, and just being close to him has the sharpness of the pain easing to a dull roar.

“Forgive me,” he mutters, then sweeps his arm over the table. The food and plates all crash to the floor in a cacophony of sound and chaos. I gasp, but Dylan has already jerked me around. He bends me over the wood, and the solid surface bites at my over-sensitive nipples.

“Hips up,” he growls, and moves me as he wants me, lifting my bottom and revealing my naked pussy from beneath his shirt. “That’s it.”

My cheek is pressed to the table, my hair is over my face, and I’m on tiptoes. Exposed. Vulnerable.

Slick pours out of me as Dylan rips his trousers open and releases his cock—entirely ready, despite the fact we were casually chatting over breakfast only seconds ago.

He doesn’t hesitate. As soon as that huge length is free, he positions himself at my entrance and rams in. No question, no request.

I whimper at the relief that spreads out from where he spears into me. Then as my body stretches to accommodate him, the heat falls back. The hurt is gone, replaced by bliss.

Dylan grunts and pulls himself deeper with a short jab of his hips.

“So tight,” he rasps. “My little omega. You feel so good.”

I claw at the table helplessly as pleasure cascades over me, more familiar this time.

I want to talk, to tell him how this is spiralling me towards heaven. But my throat is closed and my mind is full of how good he feels. How right.

The word I’m crazy to think thrums in me as he starts thrusting.

Mate mate mate.

I press my lips together to prevent myself from crying it out. But it’s in my mind. I can’t help it, and I don’t try to.

He pounds into me, and it’s only seconds before I’m coming this time. It’s ecstasy that makes me sob incoherently. I shake as the white light overwhelms me, slamming into me with the same tempo as Dylan’s cock. My slick has made me so incredibly wet that there’s no friction anywhere, just the ultimate sensation of being filled by my alpha.

Mate mate mate.

Another wave of orgasm takes me with every thrust. The knot at the base of his cock bangs against my clit and entrance, sending shocks of ecstasy into me.

“Mine!” he roars, and one last smack of his hips onto my bottom, and he’s coming too. His seed pumps right into my pussy, as deep as he can get. Even so, it seeps out, and though my inner thighs are soaked, this new liquid tingles pleasurably as my orgasm ebbs away, leaving me slumped on the table, being used by this alpha who knew exactly what I needed before I did myself.

And then his knot pushes in too, sealing us.

His hands grip my hips so tight it should hurt, but instead, it only feels like his cock and knot inside me. So perfectly right.

“I’m so sorry.” Dylan gathers me to him, lifting me off the wood. His voice is full of regret. “I’m sorry.”

I’m about to protest that I feel far better with him knotted into me. The tension has gone, and I’m boneless from coming. He’s heaven, especially compared to those escalating moments of agony before Dylan was inside me again.

“It’s okay. That’s it. I’ve got you.” He manages to sit back into his chair, bringing me with him so I’m sitting on his lap, impaled by his cock and fixed on his knot.