Page 48 of Cruel Knots

The tightness in my chest loosens as he gazes at me.

I focus on his eyes instead of the thick, ugly scars running across his face. “I need you,” I say with a whine in my voice. “Please, Alpha. I need you.”

“Don’t I disgust you?” he asks in a cold tone.

“I’m scared of you,” I confess, meeting his severe gaze. “But I need you too.” Grabbing the dress, I quickly take it off. “Please,” I whine, baring myself to him. “Help me.”

His hands ball into tight fists at his side. An intense emotion flares in his eyes but I’m too damn drunk in his scent and his presence to care about anything else. The omega in me is desperate to pounce on him and force him to relieve me.

Getting up on my knees, I reach out and start fumbling with the belt at his waist.

An omega’s scent during her heat is enough to drive an alpha mad with desire. Even a beta male wouldn’t be able to escape its effects. A lesser alpha would’ve already ripped my clothes apart and taken what he hungers for.

But somehow, Damien manages to keep an iron-hold over his instincts. He watches me quietly but I can sense his aggression in the way his muscles tighten as I wrestle to get his shirt off him.

I hadn’t noticed it in the dark underground chamber but Damien’s physique seems to have been carved out of solid marble. His face might be in ruins but his rock-cut body deserves to be on an altar in a Greek temple.

My brother is the real monster in our story. Damien would have been the most beautiful man if Callum hadn’t destroyed his face.

My fear lessens for the alpha before me. To my surprise, my cramps disappear, leaving me feeling warm and safe. Climbing off the bed, I stand before him and rise on my toes to press my lips to his.

With easy force, he wrenches me away from him.

“What’s wrong?” I ask, feeling an ache go through me. “Don’t you want me?”

Without a word, he hauls me into his powerful arms and throws me down on the bed. Before I can get my bearings, he’s on me and crashing his lips against mine.

His breaths turn into harsh pants as he thoroughly claims my lips.

My arms locks around his neck, determined to keep him pressed against me. My core throbs hard, making me grind into him. Warm relief spreads through me, making me crave for more.

Breaking away, Damien wraps his thick fingers around my thighs and parts them wider. The sheer power of his hands makes me shiver. He doesn’t squeeze or bruise me but the omega within me surrenders to him willingly.

Leaning back against the pillow, I catch him staring at my exposed pussy.

Every instinct in me wants to grab his head and push his face into my throbbing core. It’s a struggle to stay still and not attack Damien.

A chuckle escapes him. “Your heat is making you a slave to a monster like me,” Damien says in a bitter tone.

Shaking my head, I’m about to deny the truth but Damien holds up a hand, silencing me.

“I’ll give you what you want, Princess,” he says in a low, venomous tone. “Because I’m a slave to my own needs too.” Bending between my thighs, he runs a fingertip along my dripping seam.

“Please,” I whimper, writhing with pure need.

Locking his eyes with me, he slowly pushes a finger into me. My folds are so wet with slick, it easily slips in.

A moan escapes me as my body arches off the bed.

Damien’s control finally seems to snap. With a growl, he grabs my ankles and pulls me further down the bed. Lowering his head between my thighs, he flicks his tongue over my sensitive nub.

“Oh, yes,” I groan, enjoying the feel of his warm tongue on my aching clit.

I’m lost in a haze of lust when something sharp grazes over my hypersensitive flesh. Opening my eyes, I feel his lips wrapped around my clit while his teeth gently nip me.

“Oh, goddess,” I cry out as waves of pleasure crash over me. My hips lift off the bed and smash against his face but he easily holds me down while attacking me with his tongue and teeth.

Sobs and whimpers escape me, leaving me breathless. I never want him to stop lapping and nipping at me because my very life seems to depend on him.

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