Knot A Trace: Part One

It’s different this time.

I keep eye contact with Skylar, watching every little expression she makes as her cunt envelops me, taking my cock fully.

My knot is already half inflated. That’s how hard I am for her.

She makes a gasp as I bottom out in her, and I groan at the sensation.

River had her.

Now it’s my turn.

Sharing her was one thing…

But now I have her all to myself.

“You were so beautiful, earlier,” I whisper in her ear as my hands grab her hips. “The way you took both of us inside you.”

She whimpers, and I reach around to slap her ass. She squeezes me and gasps, her full lips pulling into an “o” shape.

“Remember what I said about control, darling?” I say, working her hips with my hands. “You’ve completely stripped me of mine.”

My orgasm is embarrassingly close, and I force myself to keep fucking her without falling apart.

Her beautiful tits are in my face, and I lean over to suck on a rosy nipple. She moans, and her walls contract around me again.

This time, she floods my lap with her wetness, and I groan into her chest, doing my best to not come and knot her fully.

I need her on the bed.

She squeals as I flip her over, still inside her, and position her so she’s lying on the mattress, looking up at me.

Beautiful. She’s stunning, and mine.

“Please, Alpha,” she whispers. “Don’t make me wait.”

Her brilliant blue eyes shine up at me, and my resolve crumbles.

I thrust inside of her, enjoying the feel of her silk against my cock. It’s already difficult to move; my half knot stays locked inside her as I snap my hips against hers.

“Faster,” she moans. “I can take it faster, Alpha.”

I don’t hold back. I lift her leg so it’s over my shoulder, then I pound her into the bed, the frame creaking with our movements.

It’s fucking heaven, and her second orgasm swells at the time my own does.

“Gonna come,” she whimpers, her eyes wide and glassy. “Gonna come on your knot.”

That does it.

I explode.

My knot swells, locking us in place, and my vision whites out. I pump load after load of my cum into her, her tight cunt milking and squeezing my cock for everything I have.

I’m in awe of her. I kiss her lips, hungrily claiming them as my own, as she moans into my mouth.

There’s nothing but pleasure as I lock inside her fully, connecting us together.

Mine.

What have I done to deserve this?

She whimpers against my lips as I thrust again, rocking us together lazily.

“My beautiful girl,” I whisper in her ear. “I wish I had found you earlier.”

Because maybe my nights wouldn’t have been spent dedicated to work.

Maybe I could have had someone to come home to, instead of falling asleep in an empty bed.

I roll us onto our sides with my knot locked inside of her.

She mumbles something, but it’s incoherent and laced with sleep, so I just press a kiss to her ear.

A word I never thought I’d say attempts to tumble from my lips.

But I keep it inside.

Instead, I stare longingly at her mating gland, wishing I could sink my teeth into it.

It’s tempting. I could do it now, and she would be mine permanently.

I shake the thought away. If she wants me fully, it will be on her terms.

Holding her close, I fall asleep with her, our bodies entwined.

I wake up later to Skylar whimpering, her scent clouded with grief.

It pulls me out of my own dreamless sleep.

She’s suffering from a nightmare so terrible that she lets out a quiet sob.

“Shh, shh, baby,” I murmur, holding her closer and pressing a kiss to her ear. “I’m here, sweetheart.”

“I’m sorry,” she mumbles, sniffling.

“Sorry for what?” I whisper, running my hands through her hair. “You have nothing to be sorry for.”

She continues whimpering, and I speak the words before I can stop myself.

“I want to give you everything,” I confess. “I want to claim you, beautiful. I never want to leave you alone after this.”

She’s silent for a moment at my confession, and I’m worried I fucked up.

I’m still knotted inside her, but that doesn’t mean she wants me to mate her.

Idiot, I think to myself.

I put off having a Rut for so long and took more supplements than necessary for years, just so I could focus on cases.

Now, the hormones are making me say things I never thought I would.

But my admission of feelings falls on deaf ears.

“I’m sorry…April,” she whispers, and guilt makes my chest clench.

She’s having a nightmare about her best friend.

The friend that we still haven’t been able to find.

“I’ll find her,” I whisper to her. “It’ll be okay, sweetheart. I promise.”

Her whimpers quiet and her breathing steadies, but I curse myself internally for what I just did.

You never promise something like that.

Even if she was asleep, I still did it.

And somehow, I have to stay true to my word.

No matter what it takes.

She’s still sleeping when I slip out of her, her breathing deep and even. Her skin isn’t as flushed, and her scent has softened.

It was an intense Heat, but it seems as though it’s already fading.

The Alpha in me wants more, though.

More than just knotting her.

I dress, pulling up my jeans and buttoning up my shirt before heading out of the bedroom to find her food for when she wakes up.

It seems River was on the same page, too.

He’s fully dressed and standing at her stove, making what looks like a complicated omelet. Neatly chopped peppers, mushrooms, and a cylinder of goat cheese sits on a cutting board, and he gently works the eggs in the pan.

“I didn’t know you knew how to cook,” I observe as he turns to me. “Since you never eat, I thought all you would know how to make was toast.”

“Fuck off,” he mutters, but there’s no malice to it. “Vincent taught me. Said I needed to learn some basic recipes like a normal human being.”

I pause at Vincent’s name. The fact that River even brought it up is a huge deal after everything that happened. “He agreed to assist us,” I say, watching as River flips the omelet. He does a decent job for someone who thrives on coffee and cigarettes.

“Good, because we fucking need him,” he growls, placing the omelet on a plate. “He can work when we can’t.”

“So, you’re suddenly okay with him helping?” I ask curiously.

He sighs, turns off the burner, and turns fully towards me. “I want what’s best for Skylar, and I want to find her friend. If Vincent can help, so be it.”

I nod. “I agree.”

He grunts in reply.

It seems our truce only revolves around Skylar. Any other time, River’s back to being an asshole.

But that’s fine. We both care for Skylar, and that will have to be enough.

“By the way, you’re meeting with Vincent on Wednesday,” I add. “That’s the only day he agreed to, and I have a meeting with a police chief.”

“Absolutely fucking not,” he growls, turning to me. “I have nothing to say to that prick—”

“He has better connections than we do. And he’s still willing to use them for us.”

River opens his mouth to argue, but we hear whimpers from the bedroom.

Conversation dropped, we both head back to Skylar.