Page 26 of Knot So Sweet

"Stop fighting it, princess," Ghost growled, his lips brushing her ear again as threat and promise entwined in his voice. "Because the moment you do, the moment you let us in... it'll feel so fucking good."

Her breath hitched, and the way she stiffened between us ignited a fresh surge of possessiveness in me. I rolled her hips over my thigh again, making her ride me with a demanding rhythm.

"F-fuck you both. Let me go," she breathed, her voice trembling as she tried to push away. But my grip was unyielding, my hands like iron bands around her hips.

I wasn’t about to let her escape me now.

"You’re not going anywhere, sweetheart. We’ve waited long enough," I growled.

The darkness in Ghost's gaze matched mine. "It’s time we gave our little omega a taste of pleasure."

I chuckled at the idea as I drove her body over my thigh harder, faster, making my intent glaringly clear.

"Ah," she gasped, sending a shiver racing through me from the sickly sweet sound.

Candice was a sweet temptation. Like candy. The thought hummed through my mind, a dangerous kind of drug that clung to every breath I took. She was all sugar and sin, a mix that had me craving more, even when I knew better. Every glance, every touch—it was like tasting something forbidden, something that would ruin me if I let it.

But I couldn’t stop. Not now.Fuck. I was barely holding myself back from consuming her completely.

"Those little sounds you make are so sweet,Candi," I groaned, using her nickname as I rolled her hips against me with increasing force.

Ghost groaned into her ear, a deep, primal sound that made her tremble as his mouth moved to lick and suck at the delicate skin of her neck. His touch was rough and relentless, each movement a claim, marking her skin, but never breaking it. She tilted her head, baring her throat to him, submitting so prettily that it almost shattered his resolve.

But he held back his alpha instincts. He wouldn't fully claim her. Not yet. We'd both agreed we wouldn't force our claim on her. She was in control of whether we bit her.

But her pleasure?

I demanded it.

My fingers dug into her ass, knowing I’d leave marks. A sick and twisted excitement rolled through me like molten lava at the image of my fingerprints bruised on her creamy skin. She panted through the intensity of our touch, but she had stopped fighting us.

I don't even think she realized she had.

Her head lolled against Ghost’s chest, her moans vibrating through her body. He took advantage of her position, trapped between us, by pulling her corset down and exposing her breasts to the cool air.

Her little rose buds pebbled immediately. He plucked and rolled her hardened nipples between his thumb and fingers. She gasped and moaned as we worked her body higher.

I met his gaze with a smirk, and the look I saw there only fueled my hunger. His eyes were dark, brimming with a primal ferocity that mirrored my own. My cock was rock hard, throbbing with an intensity that left no room for anything but her.

Candice, my omega, the woman who had been driving me mad with need for weeks. My mind had run wild with fantasies of this moment, but now, I was done with imagining. I needed her. I needed to feel her come apart beneath me, feel her pulse and tighten as she surrendered completely.

My cock was rock hard and throbbing, aching to feel her wrapped around me. I had fantasized about this moment for weeks, and I was done with just imagining her coming undone. I wanted her pleasure. I wanted to feel her surrender to me completely. To feel her pussy pulse as she came apart on my fingers, my cock...

I rocked her harder, with more urgency.

...my knot...

Faster, driven by the intoxicating scent of jasmine coating my senses.

...my tongue.

"FUCK," she cried, her voice breaking as she crashed over the edge of her release. The sound of her pleasure was fucking beautiful, raw and desperate. It shattered the last remnants of my control.

"I’m going to fucking hell," I growled, my voice low and savage. There was nothing left in the world but her. My omega.Mine.

My hands gripped her hips possessively, her soft gasp sending fire shooting through my veins. With a swift movement, I lifted her, spinning her around to lay her on my desk like a feast set before me. My pulse hammered in my ears, drowning out every other sound.

Ghost was right beside me, his own hunger palpable. He swiped the clutter from the desk in one sweeping motion, papers and pens scattering to the floor. None of that mattered.

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