Knot Broken (Hiddenverse)

40. Miles

CHAPTER 40

Miles

My fingers drag over the raised skin. My eyes tracking the movement.

Mine.

Mine.

Mine .

The single thought thrums inside of me like a drum. And I'm powerless to stop it. Even as Rafe's buried deep inside her warmth, the word echoes inside of me.

I didn't come to Omega in Paradise for myself. I did it for Elliott. He knows it. I know it. Rafe knows it. But with a rut riding the edges of my consciousness, I can only think about Lilah. About her lips beneath mine. And the softness of her skin. Or the way the moon casts luminescent shadows over her body, making her look like a goddess of the moon. And I want to worship at her feet.

No, I need it.

I'm drunk on her kisses, and even with my pack mates here and my ankle screaming in protest with each movement to get closer still, I let myself drown in her essence.

Rafe's knot releases, and he gives me room as if he knows I'm on that edge. One misstep and I'll tumble straight into a rut I can't control. That will only be satisfied by sinking into her sweet flesh over and over again, by locking her to me as many times as humanly possible.

What would the show do then? Stop production until it fades? Pretend like it never happened and continue the show? I wouldn't put it past them. Not that they are evil. They are running a successful business of showing a fairytale to romance that millions of omegas eat up like candy.

Inhaling her perfume until I'm sure it will bleed from my pores over the next month, I suck her lower lip between my teeth. Nipping lightly as I release it. She whimpers, and it goes straight to my aching cock. I slide my fingers against her skin, over her pulse point, wrapping them slowly around her neck. Each rapid beat of her heart pounds against my fingers.

I snake my other hand down her body, slipping two fingers into her folds and moist heat. She arches into me, and I tighten my hold on her throat.

"Stay still, sunshine," I command. "I can feel how much you need me. So slick. So wet."

I release her neck and find my knees. Watching her, I snap open my jeans and slide them down my hips, my boxers following easily. Her eyes take me in, and my cock jumps at the attention. I maneuver to remove my pants, then kneel between her legs. Running my fingers along her inner thigh, I push her legs wider.

Rafe's cum mixes with her slick, and I use it to swirl my thumb over her swollen clit. Urging little mewling sounds from her throat as Elliott leaves love marks beneath her breast as he makes his way to her nipple. I run my hand up the side Elliott’s not on and circle her neck again. I love the way her throat looks with my darker hand wrapped around it. The way she stares up at me, submitting easily. Giving me control without question .

And I need all of the control.

"Miles," she gasps, her body attempting to lift toward mine. "Please."

I hum out a satisfied noise. "I like that. Beg some more."

She sucks in a breath, and her pink lips part as I swirl my thumb over her sensitive flesh.

"Beg, Lilah, beg for my knot."

"Oh, fuck," she gasps instead as Elliott nips her tight nipple.

"He's just a distraction. I have what you want," I growl. I stop touching her and curl my fingers around my straining cock, running the crown through her slick heat. "Do you want this, Lilah?"

"Yes!" She presses her head back into the pillows. The movement adds pressure to her new necklace, and I ease up my hold so she can breathe. Still, I can feel it as the rut takes hold. The urge to possess and dominate every single inch of her body has another low growl emanating from my chest.

I tease her until she’s trembling beneath me, then demand again, “Beg.”

Elliott must hear the slight bark to my tone because he puts a slight distance between us. While Rafe reclines next to us, watching the whole thing, like he’s ready for a smoke. If he smoked that is. This drive to have her completely is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced.

“Miles—” she pleads, her hands reaching for me. “I need your knot. Please give me what I need.”

The words are pure ecstasy to my ears. I finally sink slowly into her warmth. Her slick eases the way. The sensation doubles with her emotions bursting from her through the bond. My breath catches in my throat, and I freeze completely. More. I need her mark on me.

“Bite me, mark me in the same way I marked you, Lilah,” I say .

If she doesn’t cement it with her next heat—the pain will burn through me, but it will be worth it just to feel her mark on me. And if I have it my way, I’ll be right there next to her in a full blown rut, making her mine.

Her heavy gaze meets mine, and she licks her lips before focusing on my neck. She nods once, and I lean over her, giving her my full weight. Her pussy walls grip me tightly, and her lips move against my pulse point. A slight burn flares through me as she claims me, then the flood of sensation and emotion becomes a tidal wave. A tsunami. My chest heaves as I attempt not to combust. My muscles shake with the full force of the connection.

I move my hips to test the new sensations, and we both gasp. She laughs as she clings to me. It’s a breathy, happy sound that speaks to my soul. We are like one. She meets my every thrust, our bodies coming together like they are meant to.

A tingle starts in the base of my spine, building to a crescendo, my balls tighten, and I spread her legs wide and watch as my knot disappears fully into her. Still, I thrust deeper. She whimpers. The sound encourages me to lift her hips and pull her flush against me as I fill her with my cum.

Her final climax has my eyes rolling into the back of my head as I try to not collapse on to her. My arms shake as I hold myself up. And the way her walls grip me over and over again pulls a deep moan from me.

She’s mine. Completely. And I’m never letting her go. I press a soft kiss to her lips, and her fingers drag over my scalp and through my hair, sending goosebumps down my spine. I could stay like this forever.

The rut has different ideas. And it includes fucking as many times as possible. My knot barely gives me five minutes to enjoy being fully connected to her before it starts to ease. I press my forehead to hers and close my eyes, savoring the last moment of having her all to myself. At least for tonight.

Then I let nature take its course and slip out. Making room for Elliott. The connection doesn’t fade though.

Rafe grins over at me and lifts an eyebrow that says, ‘Good now?’ I nod. Although, I honestly can go again right this second.

Instead, I lean back on the pillows and watch as Elliott offers Lilah a grape from the forgotten cooler. She takes it, curling her lips around his finger and sucking the fruit into her mouth. He pours her some of the champagne, holding it to give her a sip as he holds her up. After she takes a sip and he is satisfied she doesn’t want more, he settles her back on the pillows. He’s in full aftercare mode.

In fact, I’m not sure when he left, but he has a towel and a washcloth with what appears to be a bowl of water. Steam rises off of the surface as he dips the washcloth into it. He moves to kneel between her legs, bringing the damp cloth to her center and gently washing her. She purrs with contentment as he repeats the process until he’s satisfied. Then he uses the other towel to dry her off.

“Can I taste you?” Elliott murmurs, his gaze between her legs giving no question to what he means.

She sinks her teeth into her lower lip and nods.