The Golden Line Read Online Addison Cain (Knotted #1)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, Erotic, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Knotted Series by Addison Cain
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Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 58365 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 292(@200wpm)___ 233(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
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It was the first of many.

So much surged from the man it was mind boggling—breasts, stomach, chest, and thighs were coated to dripping.

And still Esin wasn’t done. Teeth clenched he hissed, “Don’t let go. DON’T LET GO!”

“You’re hurting my wrist…” The words were but a breath, Morgaine’s arm shaking in her attempt to dislodge herself from his grip.

What started out thick became a spray of warm rain. It lacked the pearly quality of the first abundant spillage, and dripped like water down her skin. With the burst came a roar from the man who glared down to watch his prize squirm in all he showered upon her.

“Open your mouth.”

No. Never.

“Just a taste, renegade.” He chided, teasing at her lips with his glans. “Drink up what I offer.”

Fiercely shaking her head, Morgaine went from trying to pull away to pushing against him.

Whatever that did to his knot made him keen, buck his hips and spray her with another volley of musky fluid, until it gummed in her lashes and matted her hair.

Esin kept her this way, stuck beneath him, for the entire duration that bulbous growth at the base of his angry, red cock persisted.

The breaks between his subsequent orgasms led to him kneading his knot and her fingers so hard she began to lose feeling. In that span, he spoke to her of how best to drain him. What a great job she had done for her first time milking a knot. But he also admonished her refusal to part her lips.

Had her jaw not been damaged, she was sure he would have forced her teeth apart and jammed that hideous thing down her throat.

Four more times, semen shot out as he groaned, arched, and spoke filth to the ceiling.

The final eruption was little more than a dribble of clear fluid that ran down their joined hands to trickle between them.

Setting her throbbing hand free with a filthy groan, Esin rubbed at the diminishing knot until his cock grew flaccid. With his flesh appeased, he fell back down upon her, laughing at her breathy attempt to squeal as he used his naked chest to rub his semen into her skin.

“Mine.” Over and over he muttered the lie. “All mine.”

She was not his.

She was more than a hand, or a body to taste.

She was greater than the nub of flesh between her legs he felt was so important.

And so she told herself, while rough hands slipped and slid over places that man’s come should have been allowed to pool.

“They will be so pleased with you, renegade. No Omega has ever made me jettison seven times.” Kissing her mouth so hard his teeth knocked hers, Esin cooed. “Seven… you dirty girl. And look at you: perfect with my come flavoring your lips.”

Pulling back enough she might draw a desperate breath, Esin teased, “Perfectly disobedient, I should say. I told you to open your mouth and you refused…”

Pressing her lips tight, Morgaine looked away.

The taste of him had already migrated to her mouth, but she would not invite more of it.

“Disobedience must be punished. There will be no more pleasure for you today. Think on that while we bathe.” He went back to toying with the drying fluids on her skin, fingers tripping over ribs and navel. “I would have left you very satisfied. Now I will leave you dripping slick and hungry for my attention.”

She let out a quick sigh of relief—one that was mistaken by her tormentor as regret.

Face suddenly serious, he took her aching chin, turning her head so she might meet his eyes. “A good, rough finger fuck is for obedient Omegas who don’t destroy their furs and open their mouths for their Alpha. Next time I come to tend you, remember how you feel right now.”

Morgaine would remember, and Morgaine would keep her lips sealed.

“Will you give me a kiss?”

Another head shake.

“Pouting, eh?” Laughing deeply, Esin offered a hint of purr in an attempt to placate his toy. “That is no way to convince me to pet my pretty girl’s pussy.”

Walking his fingers down her body, he made to reach between her thighs, stopped only by the sound of water filling the tub.

“It looks as if we’ve played too long.” Rolling off her at last, he moved with all the jovial energy Morgaine lacked. He even snorted playfully as he drew her to her feet. “More like they found me too lenient and wanted us out of the nest. Punishment is punishment.”

Her legs were numb and she wobbled, caught up by the smiling man who winked. “You already have me wrapped around your finger.”

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No amount of bathing might make her feel clean—though Esin took great pains to make sure he lathered her in every possible place as she sat in his lap. It was the first bath she’d been forced to share, and though he had soaped his semen from her skin, the purpose of the bath was not her pleasure, but his.


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