Page 63 of Knot a Thief

I may be a ruthless man, but I see the benefit of having the beta around. Seb can ground her in a way Silas and I can’t.

But he can’t give her the gentle purrs she needs to calm herself when she gets agitated or scared. And he can’t emit a scent that relaxes her entire body like we can.

My fists clench as I think of what he can do for her.

He makes her laugh, and she’s not once smiled at Silas or me like she has at Seb.

I shouldn’t be fucking jealous, but I am.

She’s my omega. Not his.

I don’t know when I started thinking of Ava being forever in my life. I don’t know when I decided her freedom was no longer hers.

Silas is staring at me again–it’s like the man knows my thoughts.

I never came here for her, not to take her in the permanent sense. I came to make her pay for rejecting me. And for having a beta, and never seeking her scented mate.

Unfortunately for Ava, she’s the only omega who has ever made my cock jerk at her smell. She’s the only omega I was prepared to pay for.

She moves towards me, her eyes locked on mine, and it sends a jolt of electricity through my body and to my cock.

I hate she affects me so visibly.

The air feels thick, charged with tension and need, also with too many pheromones and too much of her perfume.

She licks her bottom lip as she nears me. My hands clench at my sides, nails digging into my palms as I fight to maintain control as she crawls toward me.

“I need to be knotted.” Her high-pitched voice cuts through the sober scene, taking me away from the thoughts I was about to recall.

“Please,” she whines as I push my hand between her thighs and rub the pad of my middle finger over her clit. “I need you to knot me.”

“On your back,” I say, liking that she obeys in an instant.

Her pussy glistens as she widens her legs, and I take a moment to inhale her sensual and perfect perfume.

I smile as I tease her with the tip of my cock, sliding it along her slit before dipping the crown inside.

“Oh fuck, yes!” she moans.

I quickly fill her to the base with one thrust. Her tight heat accepts my cock, and she locks her legs around my waist, tilting her hips, allowing me to go deeper.

“You’re such a good girl,” I mutter. Her nails dig into my back as she meets each of my frantic thrusts with her own.

“Am I?” she whimpers as her tight pussy locks around my cock.

“Do you want this sweet little pussy to take my knot?” I growl as I bump my knot against her tight entrance. “Let me in.”

She wants my knot, but she’s thrusting against me and I’m in control.

I press my hand on her throat when she ignores me.

“I’m in charge, omega. You’re forgetting your designation.”

Her glazed eyes meet mine as she whimpers, something I don’t pick up.

My hand is around her throat and her pussy is tightening around my cock, and I want to knot her, too.

“Alpha,” she whimpers as I thrust into her over and over.

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