Page 106 of Break Me Knot

A deep rumble starts in my chest, my alpha preening at her words. My omega, begging so prettily for me. Trusting me with her pleasure, her satisfaction, her bonding. It's a heady emotion, a powerful rush that makes my head spin and my instincts surge.

“I'm going to worship you now. Going to make you feel so good, baby. Going to make you scream my name.” These are promises I will keep.

I lay her gently on her back, cradling her like the precious treasure she is. Her head comes to rest on Adrian's thigh, his hand immediately threading through her hair in a gesture of comfort and possession. Zane settles beside us, his hand splaying across her stomach.

This is right. This is pack, us gathering around our omega to give her all the pleasure she wants.

My lips trail kisses along the column of her throat. I pause at her pulse point, teeth grazing her delicate skin, scraping lightly, making her gasp and arch. The urge to claim her now howls for completion, but I resist.

Not yet.

Not until I taste every inch of her, bring her to the heights of ecstasy before I make her fully mine. I move lower, trailing open-mouthed kisses down her sternum until I reach the soft swell of her breasts. They rise and fall with her rapid panting, the creamy mounds topped with rosy nipples that beg for my attention. I pause for a moment, just admiring the view, marveling at the perfection laid out before me.

I’ve learned never to deny myself or her again. I take one pebbled nipple into my mouth. The moment my lips close around the hardened peak, she cries out, her back bowing off the blankets. The movement pushes more of her soft flesh into my eager mouth, and I groan my appreciation.

I suckle gently at first, my tongue swirling around the sensitive nub, teasing, tasting. She's sweet and salty, her skin like silk against my tongue. I ravish her nipple, alternating between soft licks and gentle suction, learning what makes her gasp and moan.

I increase the pressure, sucking harder, grazing my teeth lightly over the pebbled flesh. She shudders beneath me, her hands flying to my hair, holding me to her breast. I growl my approval, the bestial sound vibrating against her sensitive skin, making her whimper.

“Yes, Cole, please,” she pants, her hips undulating, seeking friction against my stomach. “More, I need more.”

Always, Sweetness. Always.

I bring my hand up to her other breast, kneading the soft mound, rolling the neglected nipple between my fingers. I pinch lightly, tugging in time with the suction of my mouth, the dual sensations making her writhe.

I lose myself in worshipping her breasts, in the taste and feel of her, in the symphony of sounds I'm drawing from her throat. Every gasp, every whimper, every moan, is music to my ears.

Spun sugared lilac combined with her musky arousal blankets me. My cock throbs and I press my hips to the mattress in an attempt to ease the ache. I’m dampening the blankets under my hips with pre-cum. Part of me hates this. Hates knowing that what I want to give her is wasted on blankets but my own pine scent,rich and fresh and heady with my own arousal merges with her scent and I can't contain myself.

I switch to her other breast, flattening my tongue against the stiff peak, laving it with broad strokes before closing my lips around it and suckling deeply. Her nails digging into my scalp, the slight pain only fueling my desire.

I could spend hours just like this, lost in the taste and texture of her skin, in the addictive sounds of her pleasure, but the growing ache in my cock and the pulsing of my knot remind me there's so much more to come. So much more I want to give her, to share with her.

I release her nipple with a final lick, blowing cool air across the wet peak just to watch it tighten further. She whines at the loss of my mouth, her chest heaving, her skin flushed a beautiful pink.

“Don't worry, Omega,” I murmur, pressing a kiss to the valley between her breasts. “I'm nowhere near done with you yet. I know what you need. I'm going to give it to you. Going to make you feel so good.”

My words make her moan. Her hips undulate, seeking friction as I kiss my way down the flat of her belly. She grinds her pussy against my chest, spreading her slick and the results of my pack brothers' pleasure all over me. I wouldn’t have it any other way.

My head swims with want. I've never yearned for anything as much as I want her in this moment. The hunger is desperate and clawing, threatening to devour me. Bring it on, because I always want to feel this way.

“I love you, Mira,” I tell her, the words muffled against her flushed skin. I press the declaration into her flesh with my lips, my tongue, my teeth. “Love you so much it hurts. Never going to stop loving you, needing you. My perfect omega. My mate. My everything.”

She whimpers as I make my way lower, kissing down the soft plane of her stomach, dipping my tongue into her navel. She squirms beneath me as I settle between her spread thighs, the heat of her core a furnace against my face.

Her pussy is glistening with arousal, pink and perfect and begging for my touch. Her folds are swollen, slick with her essence, her clit a hardened nubpeeking out from beneath its hood. She's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen, a feast laid out just for me, a gift I'll treasure for the rest of my days. I can’t believe she’s all mine.

“Exquisite.” My hands slide up her silken thighs, spreading her wider, opening her to my hungry gaze. “Absolutely perfect.”

She whines at my words, her hips tilting up, silently begging. I don't make her wait any longer. I lean in, running my tongue along her slit from bottom to top, groaning at the taste of her exploding across my taste buds. She's sweet and musky, addictive and divine. My tongue delves deep, savoring every drop of her essence.

Her hips buck against my face, seeking more friction. She lets out a throaty whine and I glance up to see Zane, the cheeky bastard, with his mouth wrapped around one breast while his hand teases the other. Adrian has a soft smile on his lips, his gaze trained on the ecstasy on our omega’s face.

And who am I to stop our omega from experiencing all the pleasure we can give her?

I bury my face again between her thighs, my tongue delving into her slick folds. The taste of her essence is ambrosia on my tongue. I groan against her, the sound muffled by her soft flesh, the vibrations making her hips jerk.

I lose myself in pleasuring her, in the heady scent and taste of her arousal, in the pure omega whimpers spilling from her lips. My tongue strokes along her slit, circling her clit, dipping into her tight channel. Each swipe, each flick, each thrust is designed to bring her higher, to stoke the fire burning in her veins.

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