Page 161 of Hard Knot

“Would that be weird?” I ask, my voice quieter now, almost hesitant.

Her smile softens, and she shakes her head.

“Never,” she says firmly. “I love you just as you are, Felix. Open to all the things.”

The sincerity in her tone settles deep in my chest, easing some of the tension I hadn’t realized I was holding.

“I fantasize about it sometimes,” I admit, my voice barely above a whisper.

Her smirk returns, and she presses a soft kiss to my lips.

“Good,” she murmurs. “I’d love to do that kind of foreplay with you. Whenever you’re ready.”

Another groan escapes me, and I tilt my head back against the chair, trying to gather my thoughts.

“If we ever go on vacation,” I mutter, my voice thick with need, “you better bring those contraptions with you.”

She giggles, the sound light and melodic, before shifting her hips slightly.

“Deal,” she says, her tone laced with amusement.

She lifts her hips just enough to align herself with me, her hand guiding my length until the tip presses against her slick heat. The sensation sends a shiver through both of us, and I can’t help the groan that escapes me as she slowly lowers herself onto me.

“Fuck, you feel so fucking good,” I have to praise her. “My Omega is so tight and good for me.”

The tight, wet heat of her envelops me inch by inch, and the air between us crackles with electricity. Her moan mingles with mine, the sound filling the space as she takes me fully, her body fitting against mine like we’re made for each other.

The moment she begins to move, it’s like the air thickens, heavy with heat and tension. Elizabeth’s hands rest on my shoulders, steadying herself as she lifts her hips, her slick walls clinging to every inch of me before she lowers herself again, slowly at first, testing the rhythm.

Her moans are soft and breathy, growing louder with each movement.

My fingers dig into her hips instinctively, but I let her take the lead, her body moving with a sensuality that feels almost hypnotic.

I lean back further in the chair, giving her space to move, my eyes fixed on her. Her breasts bounce with every roll of her hips, the motion so mesmerizing I can’t look away. Sweat glistens on her skin, catching the dim light and making her look like a vision, an ethereal creature come to life.

God, she’s so fucking beautiful.

Perfection at the peak of blissfulness.

She picks up the pace, her body finding a rhythm that has her breath catching and her pussy working my cock like she’s trying to milk me dry. The wet, lewd sounds of our joining fill the room, each thrust echoing in my ears like music.

“Fuck,” I groan, the word slipping out as my grip on her hips tightens. “That’s it, baby. Keep moving like that. You know your Alpha loves it.”

Her movements grow more urgent, her head tilting back as she chases her own climax. The sight of her —lost in her own pleasure, her lips parted and her eyes fluttering shut— is enough to make my own control slip.

She’s everything we could have asked for...

I’ve had my share of Omegas, fleeting encounters that were all the same. Quick, mechanical, and devoid of any real connection. There were no surprises, no depth — just the same routine, over and over again.

But this? There was nothing like this.

Elizabeth ticks every box, meeting and exceeding every expectation I didn’t even realize I had. The way she moves, the way she moans, the way she takes her time to savor every moment — it’s like she’s reaching into my fantasies and making them a reality.

And it’s not just the sex.

It’s her.

Her energy, her confidence, her vulnerability. All of it combined makes this feel like a fever dream, something too good to be real.

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