Page 91 of Knot a Thief

Is she sending me a message?

My heart rate picks up as I hear moaning in the bathroom as lust fires through the bond.

My cock stirs.

“Please,” I hear her moan.

Does she know I’m here? Is she begging me to touch her?

I stride to the door, pressing my palm on the door as I stall for a moment before pushing ahead.

Her eyes are rolling into the back of her head.

“Ava,” I whisper as I step into the shower. Unbothered by the water soaking my clothes.

She blinks away the water on her lashes and glances at me. “I need to come. I can’t do this anymore.”

“Shush, baby. I’m here.” I know she’s going to hurt me one day. I know this beautiful woman won't want me forever. But, I’ll deal with that the day it happens. Now it’s time to make everything right.

My eyes roam until they stop between her open thighs, and I watch as she pinches her clit between her fingers, squeezing, then rubbing.

I growl. I can’t seem to stop the rough sound from leaving my throat as I watch her fingers.

“Do you need your alpha?” I want her to tell me she wants me. That she needs me. But she doesn't.

While I unbuckle my belt, her fingers pick up speed as she tries to get there by herself.

She still doesn’t answer me.

She’s still a stubborn omega.

She slides two fingers inside her pussy as she stares at my hands as they frantically unzip my pants, and push them and my boxers down my hips.

Ava’s omega comes on strong. Her tongue darts out, licking along her bottom lip as she stares at me and says. “I hate I want you.”

She wants me. “No, you don’t. You can’t fight your instincts.”

Outside of her heat, I’ve never seen her like this before. It’s as though she can’t stop it. Her instinct is to fuck her alpha … Me. And I’m more than that—I am her scented mate.

I palm my cock and stroke, taking it slow at first to help ease her mind.

She wants me and there’s no going back.

Her fingers pick up speed, stroking over her clit while she rocks onto the two fingers of her other hand that are inside her.

“You’re doing really well, omega. Tell me when you need me.” I quicken the pace over my cock, sliding along the full length before squeezing my knot at the base.

She cries out in frustration. I know she wants me to take her, but I’m not doing anything until she begs me.

“Touch me.”

“Are you sure you want me?” I lower and nuzzle my nose against her breast, breathing in her perfume, which has been muted by the still flowing waterfall above us.

“I’ve never been surer.” She moans, rocking her hips against her hand.

Her pussy glistens and I take a moment to smell it. So sensual and perfect.

“Please,” she whines. “I need you to knot me.”

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