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Sadie said and Hunter just laughed. Arriving at the apartment, Sadie immediately fell on the couch, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Hunter saw Sadie in the living room and approached her, he sat beside Sadie and made her open her eyes. “Ah Hunter,” Sadie said. “Hm?” Hunter said. “Didn't you say you can knit too?” Sadie said. “Ah yes, you saw my pile of yarn there,” Hunter said. “Would you like to knit with me? I'm bored and there are lots of disturbing thoughts in my head," Sadie said.

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“If they wanted us to be that way, it'll be wickedness. Besides, the more angry one can become, the stronger physically they are for the duration the anger lasts. They just don't want us to show signs of weakness.” “I think I understand better now. Lest you are run over by another clan that has an Alpha that looks stronger, yeah?” “That is it exactly.” The both of them walked down the corridor, only coming in contact with two other students. ‘Citadel K’ was imprinted on the door in a bright colour intended to catch the attention of everyone that steps into it before they did. “What's so special about this classroom?” Harold asked. “It should be placed downstairs like the others.”

I was close already. When the knot finally popped inside, locking us together, I came with a cry I couldn’t hold back. Cum splashed across my stomach and chest in hot spurts. My hole clamped down hard around him. Kade followed seconds later with a deep, rumbling growl. His cock pulsed, flooding me again—thick, endless ropes of cum that made my belly feel full and warm. The knot pulsed with every spurt, locking it all inside. I could feel it. So much. Too much. It leaked out around the knot anyway, messy and obscene.

He mindlinked him, and he nodded, sniffing. "What the fuck is going on here?" A familiar voice asked behind them, making Hashmuk let go of Rasmore. The person standing behind them was the person he was crying for, thinking he had left him. It was Kelvin, with a pile of magic books in his hands. He and his friends smelled like they were coming from the sewer.

“Take every inch. This cunt was made for me. To take my cock. To take my knot.” His knot. The word sends a fresh bolt of lust straight through me. The ultimate claim. The thought of him swelling inside me, locking us together… “Knot me,” I beg, the words torn from somewhere deep and primal. “Please, Alpha. I want it. I want your knot. Breed me.” His eyes flash with pure, molten gold. His rhythm becomes frantic, desperate. I can feel him swelling, thickening at the base. The stretch is incredible, a burning, perfect fullness.

“The ritual starts with your alpha. Take my knot under the moon, mate. Let it bind you deeper.” He pushed inside me in one long, powerful thrust. The stretch felt even bigger because of the blood bond. I cried out and arched my back off the furs. He fucked me deep and hard, hips slamming against me while the moonlight made his skin look like it was glowing. His knot swelled fast at the base of his cock. It pushed against my entrance and popped inside with a wet sound that echoed in the den. The thick swell locked us together perfectly.

“Beg for it, pretty boy. Beg for your alpha’s knot.” “Please knot me Damien, I need it, need your knot, breed me, fill my hole, make me yours…” He roared, slamming home one last time, knot popping inside, locking us together as he came, hot, thick ropes flooding my omega hole, pulse after endless pulse. The pressure triggered my own orgasm, my cock spurting between us, coating our stomachs as my hole milked his knot, pulling every drop deeper. “Mine, mate, fuck, Alex—” he groaned, hips grinding, knot throbbing inside me, sealing his cum deep. “You’re never getting away. My omega. My pretty boy.”

--- Alone again, Kael looked down at the book in his hands. Twin Bonds of Power. Whatever this was— It wasn’t just a connection. It was a risk. A weapon. And possibly— A weakness. Kael exhaled slowly, closing the book. “Let’s see which one it becomes.”

The combination takes me apart in about six strokes, coming into his fist with his teeth sunk into my neck and his knot swelling inside me, bigger than it’s ever been, and it feels like it's never coming down. Like he's finally found a way to stay inside me forever. Then he goes still. Not the fighting-it stillness. Real. His whole weight comes down on my back. I have to brace, but I can take it. His face is in my hair. His breathing has gone deep and even for the first time in four days. "Noah." My name. But it's not the rut saying it. I turn my head as far as our position and the knot lets me and his eyes are gold.