Page 48 of The Knot Before Christmas

I’ve lived so many years believing that Alpha’s were bad. Controlling and wanting only one thing from Omegas. And sure, Nick is not an exception to that train of thought. He proved that more than once. But Ian isn’t like that, and now Will?

Is this just something that's happening in the moment, something his Alpha instincts are driving him to say and do, the scent match bond making it even harder to think straight, to resist?

Or does he really believe there could be something more when all this is said and done?

Is that even something I want?

With Ian, I’ve already accepted it, even if I’m being stubborn with myself. But could Will be an exception too?

Will looks down at where we’re combined and groans. “Fucking hell. The sight of me inside you, Little Omega. It has me fucking feral.”

So good. He feels so good. His thick cock glides in and out, rubbing against my sensitive walls so perfectly.

Still, it’s not enough. That knot is my endgame. I want to be gushing around it as he locks inside me. I want him to break apart for me, filling me with his release.

I moan around his fingers as his thrusts grow more punishing.

Each time he fills me up, his knot bumps against my entrance. Lifting my hips, I try to get the damn thing inside me.

Will growls, pulling his fingers free as he uses that hand to push my hips back down to the car.

“Impatient little thing,” he growls. “You want my knot, Little Rabbit? You want me to fill this needy cunt up, lock inside you, and pump you full of my cum.”

“Yes,” I moan shamelessly. “Knot me. Please.”

Grabbing my wrists, he pins them above my head. I arch toward him, pushing my tits toward his face.

“Having you needy for me just might be my new favorite thing.” He chuckles. “Now be a good little Omega and take my fucking knot.” He leans down, taking my nipple into his mouth.

He sucks, making me gasp. Then he bites down hard, but doesn’t break skin. The jolt of pain sends a shiver down my spine, but then he’s pressing forward in one big thrust, his knot popping into place.

My eyes roll back and I let out a silent scream as I struggle to breathe.

Stars burst behind my eyes as an orgasm, so powerful I black out for a second, crashes into me like a tidal wave.

“Fuck!” Will growls. “Fuck. Fucking hell.”

He’s cumming too, his cock pulsing inside me, ropes of hot cum coating my walls, hitting me in just the right spot, making me cum even harder.

I’m thrashing under him, gasping as I finally get my breath. Then I’m moaning, whimpering, whining. Not even fucking sure what half the sounds coming out of my mouth are, as my pussy strangles his cock and knot.

“Holy fucking shit,” he pants out heavily as he lets go of my wrists, his hand coming down hard on the hood of the car next to my head as he catches his balance. “Your pussy. Fuck, Nova.”

I’m in heaven. Yup, I’ve died and gone to knot heaven. It’s a place, I’m sure of it. There has to be. Because no way something can feel this good.

Yes, there is, because he’s your scent match and the very cock and knot buried inside you was designed for you.

Why does that thought send another wave of smug pride through me? And why does the idea of anyone, woman, Beta, Alpha, or Omega having him in the past make me want to track them down and claw their eyes out?

He’s not mine to get jealous and possessive over.

Only he is, Nova. He literally is yours, you stubborn Omega.

“Thanks. I’m pretty proud of her myself,” I breathe out, a dopey grin taking over my lips as he gives me one in return.

Then the asshole leans down and kisses me so damn sweetly I’m a fucking puddle for him. He’s not playing fair.

“Are you okay?” he asks, eyes searching mine.

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