Page 32 of Hard Knot

She whimpers, her body trembling as she tries to fight me, but she’s too far gone. Her hips move in time with mine, matching my rhythm as we climb higher together.

The tension coiling in my core becomes unbearable, and I know I’m seconds away from release. Seconds from filling her up nice and deep.

“Come for me,” I growl, my voice raw. “Let me feel you come undone,Abbie.”

She cries out, her body convulsing as she tips over the edge; her walls clenching around me in waves. She looked beautiful before but having her arch even more gracefully like she’s conducting a signature move before my eyes is a trigger I didn’t realize matched with this sensation would push me over the brink.

I follow her, a guttural groan tearing from my throat as I spill into her, the pleasure consuming me entirely as we ride the waves of our climax in unison.

Fuck!

I’ve had plenty of fucks and climaxes, but nothing to this extent or intensity. It’s mind-consuming, breath-stealing, and I’m left in a state of euphoria that confirms what my body and mind have already concluded.

Elizabeth Abercrombie is our Omega.

There’s no way around it.

No excuse to prove otherwise.

I’d fight everything and everyone who dares try to change my mind.

We’re both left trembling, our breaths ragged as the water continues to cascade over us. I wrap an arm around her waist, holding her steady as her knees buckle, her body spent.

I need to pull out for my own sake, feeling the overwhelming urge to slide my knot into her and lock us in place, but I don’t expect to feel her hand reach back behind her — grasping my length and beginning to stroke me until she reaches the base where my swollen knot is.

I groan long and hard when she begins to massage it tightly, completely taken aback that she even gives a damn. The sensation makes me want to roll my eyes back and get lost in the firm yet sensual movement that tames my primitive needs. I have to lean against her further, the two of us pressed against the tiled wall, just so I can keep standing as she keeps kneading my knot.

I don’t know how long we’re there for, with her doing what no Omega has dared attempt. All the Omegas I’ve dealt with care about themselves and make sure we don’t knot in them —unless we’re ready to take the responsibility of keeping them and their high expectation standards in life.

To have her do this for me, no questions asked, knowing it can take easily thirty minutes to tame my knot is beyond my expectations. It takes far less than that for my knot to loosen and eventually disappear, leaving me fucking relieved and sensually satisfied.

Normally I still feel a sense of anxiousness when I’ve fucked an Omega, but for the first time, I feel…peace.

For a moment, neither of us moves, the reality of what just happened sinking in. My heart pounds against my ribs, and I tighten my hold on her, unwilling to let her go.

“Elizabeth…” I murmur, my voice softer now, almost reverent. “Sweet Abbie.”

She doesn’t respond, her head resting against the tile as she struggles to catch her breath. It takes her a few added seconds before she mutters, “Hmm?”

“You belong to us now,” I whisper in declaration, not sure how the others are going to react to this news, but honestly not giving a damn.

I’ll fight Felix and Holmes if I have to.

I’ll go any distance to keep this woman in our lives.

To make her ours permanently.

She’s our Tainted Omega now.

“And who’s ‘us’?” she mutters with no conviction in her voice. I’m not sure she cares right now, sounding almost half asleep. I press a kiss to her shoulder, my lips lingering against her damp skin.

Whatever this is between us, it’s more than just lust.

It’s chaos, uncertainty, and something I’m not ready to name.

But one thing is certain—I’m not letting her go.

“The Tainted Trinity.”

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