Chapter 135: The Don’s Knot Is Mine (18+)

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Lorenzo finally eased his fingers free with a slow motion that left me clutching at nothing and whimpering from the sudden void.

His hand glistened with slick, trailing warm drops down the insides of my thighs onto the pile of shirts and the soft sweater I had borrowed earlier.

Then, he shifted between my spread legs, the heavy heat of him gliding through the mess he’d made of me, until the thick head of his cock pressed right against my entrance.

He pushed in with one smooth, controlled thrust, going deep without hesitation.

A broken moan escaped my lips as I felt the stretch radiate from where he entered, hot and unyielding.

My body instinctively clamped down around him, trying to pull him in deeper even as the pressure burned in the most delightful way.

He continued until his hips met mine, sinking in completely. I felt every inch of him against the parts of me that had been empty just moments before. Then he paused, allowing me to feel the weight of him as the pile of clothes shifted slightly beneath my shoulders, the mingled scent of us thickening in our small space.

"Ah... there we go," he murmured, his voice low and almost reverent. One hand was braced beside my head, while the other slid possessively down to rest over my lower stomach, as if he could already feel what was to come. "You’re taking me so well. Such a good omega."

He started to move with deep, controlled strokes that brushed against every sensitive spot inside me. The wet sound of slick filled the air with each slow withdrawal and deeper return, while the heat under my skin flared higher with every thrust.

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My thoughts grew thick and hazy, focusing mostly on the overwhelming fullness and the steady stream of breeding talk that flowed from him without interruption.

"Take it," he said, maintaining that steady rhythm. "Take every drop I’m going to give you. I’m going to knot you and keep it locked inside until it takes. Would you like that? Having your alpha’s knot deep inside while I fill you with cum?"

I nodded, my eyes glassy and unfocused, the words spilling out before I could even think twice about it. "Y-yes—yes, Alpha, please..."

The pace quickened, growing harder and deeper as my cries became louder and more desperate. The wet sound of skin connecting and the rush of slick filled the space, echoing with each powerful thrust.

Lorenzo lifted one of my legs higher against his side, hitting a new angle that forced a broken cry from me, the stretch intensifying as his knot began to catch with every thrust.

"Such a good omega," he praised, his voice roughening just slightly yet still fully in control. "You’re opening up so beautifully for your alpha. You were made for this. Made to take my knot and carry my pups."

In that moment, a flash of embarrassment broke through the haze, enough for me to weakly protest. "I can’t believe you’re...ah—saying that—"

He let out a dark, warm laugh and drove his hips harder against me, pressing his growing knot against my entrance with purpose.

"You asked me to breed you. I’m just giving you exactly what you begged for." His teeth grazed the mark on my throat as he whispered against my skin, "I’m going to fill this tight little hole until it’s overflowing. Going to keep you full and knotted and dripping with me. One day... I’m going to put a pup in you. Would you like that, Alex? Swollen with my child while I fuck you through every heat?"

I was reduced to broken sounds, repeating "Alpha" like a prayer, desperate pleas spilling out between gasps. Occasional disbelief at how completely I was surrendering flickered through my mind but was quickly drowned by the rising tide of sensation.

He controlled every moment, refusing to let me tip over until I was shaking and sobbing with need. The knot swelled larger with every thrust until the stretch bordered on overwhelming and then became everything I craved.

When he finally allowed it, the orgasm crashed over me in long, shuddering waves, leaving me crying out and clenching tightly around him. He continued to thrust through the aftershocks, chasing his own release only after mine had started to peak.

The final thrust pushed his fully swollen knot past my entrance with a heavy, irreversible lock, and the warm flood filling me pulled another broken sound from my throat as aftershocks rolled through my sensitive body.

We both froze, breathing hard, surrounded by the pile of clothes that were drenched in the heavy scent of our heat and satisfaction.

Lorenzo began scenting me earnestly, nosing and licking at the gland on my throat, rubbing our scents together until the air felt like it belonged to us.

One hand stroked gently through my damp hair while the other rested possessively on my lower stomach, as if already guarding what he intended to place there.

"Good omega," he murmured against my skin, his voice a blend of softness and filth, reverent all at once. "You took my knot perfectly. Going to keep you full... keep every drop inside where it belongs. One day, I’ll put a pup in you... look at you, taking my knot so well..."

I felt completely spent, trembling and oversensitive, half-purring and half-dazed as I buried my face in the curve of his neck, trying to get even closer despite how the knot held us together.

The pile of clothes shifted slightly under our weight, our combined scent thick in the small space we had created. Each small aftershock made me clench around the thick pressure still inside me. Lorenzo held me tightly, arms wrapped around me, one hand never leaving my hair while the other stayed warm and possessive against my stomach.

Eventually, he reached for the water nearby and helped me take a few careful sips before settling back down, pulling me fully against his chest.

"Rest, amore mio," he said softly, his lips brushing my temple. "I’ve got you. The first wave is over... and I’m not going anywhere."

The intense heat finally faded into exhausted, full satisfaction, leaving me held tightly, no longer empty. For the first time since this all began, I believed him completely.