Page 84 of Break Me Knot

“Soon. But first I need to taste you.” Adrian and Zane have already had this pleasure, and the thought makes me both jealous and desperately hungry. I need to make her fall apart on my tongue. Need to learn every sound she can make, every way she can break.

Ignoring the way my balls draw tight, I lean over her. Her jeans are soaked between her thighs, the evidence of her desire for me clear and intoxicating. The scent of her slick makes my mouth water, my cock leaking pre-cum. Male pride surges through me. I did this. Made her this wet, this needy. Made her want like this. Not heat, not biology, just pure desire for me.

“Tell me you want it too, Sweetness.” My fingers play with the button of her jeans, teasing both of us. Her hips buck slightly at the touch as if seeking more. “Need to hear you say the words.”

I want my name on those perfect lips. Want her to beg for my tongue, my touch. Want her to choose this, choose me, with words as well as scent. Want to hear her voice break with arousal, to watch her face as she asks.

“Ahh, fuck. Yes, Cole. Put your mouth on me. Please, Alpha.” My name is a prayer on her lips, and fuck, it's better than any declaration of possession. Her voice is thick, husky, making my cock throb in time with my racing heart.

She doesn’t have to beg twice.

“Mine.” I slide my thumb over the mess at her core. She jerks at my touch, a soft sigh escaping her lips that goes straight to my groin. I can't wait anymore. I need to see all of her. I pull her jeans and underwear off in one motion, tossing them aside and then I just... stare.

She's perfect, all soft curves and delicate skin, her sex pink and glistening. For me.Becauseof me. Her thighs are slick with arousal. My mouth waters with the urge to taste her, to learn every fold and curve with my tongue.

“Cole's going to take care of you, Little One,” Adrian murmurs, his smoked cedar practically burning with arousal. “You're being so good for us.”

She whimpers again, spreading her thighs wider in invitation, and my control nearly snaps. I growl at that simple gesture. Her willing submission.

“So fucking beautiful.” I lower my mouth to where she needs me most.

Time to worship properly.

I dip my head between her thighs and finally,finallytaste her. That first swipe of my tongue draws a gasp from her throat that I want to record so I can hear it every second of every day. She tastes divine, sweet omega essence mixed with female musk, a taste I'll crave for the rest of my life. Her thighs quiver as I explore her folds with long, slow licks, learning every curve and dip, memorizing what makes her gasp, what makes her moan and whine and make every adorable omega sound she can possibly make. When I circle her clit with the tip of my tongue, her hands fly to my hair, holding me in place. The slight pain of her grip only fuels my ardor, makes my knot pulse.

I feast on her, drinking in every drop of her arousal, every sound she makes. Her scent grows headier, sweeter, driving me wild. When I slip my tongue inside her, tasting deeper, she arches off the nest with a desperate cry.

“That's it, Sweetness,” I growl against her core, the vibrations making her shiver. “Let me hear you. Let me taste how much you want this.”

She's close to her release. I smell it in her scent, feel it in the way she quivers around my tongue. Her fingers tighten in my hair as she chases her pleasure. Her slick coats my chin, my tongue, marking me with her scent. Each lap of my tongue elicits fresh sounds from her throat… whimpers, moans, broken versions of my name. I suck her clit gently, sliding two fingers into her wet heat, and she lets out a soft, keening cry of pleasure. The combination makes her back bow, her thighs clamping around my head as she shatters with my name on her lips.

Perfect. So fucking perfect.

And I'm nowhere near done with her yet.

I crawl up her body, mesmerized by the sight of her. Her auburn hair fans around her like flames, creating a halo of silken fire against the blankets. Her skin is flushed pink with pleasure, chest heaving with quick breaths. Her pupils are blown wide, just a thin ring of amber visible around the black. Velvety forest green and the darkest shadows. She's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen, wild and wanting andmine.

All fucking mine.

She whimpers, raising her arms to me, and the gesture nearly stops my heart. She wants me. Actually wantsme. Not from heat or desperation or obligation, but from pure desire. Her small hands pull at my shoulders, drawing me down to her, and I'm overwhelmed by the trust in her eyes, the need in her scent. Her scent tells me everything her body language confirms… she chooses this. Chooses me.

I work my shorts off with trembling hands, too desperate to be smooth about it. We're both still half-dressed, but I can't wait to undress her fully. Can't wait another moment for her heat to be around me. I yearn to claim her, show her how precious she is, how perfect.

“Sweetness,” I manage, my voice rough. My hands shake as I position myself between her thighs. “Can I—”

She actually growls at me, the sound adorably fierce. “Cole,” she demands, wrapping her legs around my waist, pulling me closer. “Make love to me.”

The words, the trust behind them, the choosing in them, breaks something in my chest. This isn't just sex or claiming or biology.

This is everything.

This is healing.

This is home.

And finally, finally, I let myself have what I've been denying us both. Let myself believe I deserve this connection, this completion, this perfect moment of trust and hunger and want.

I find her entrance slick and ready, and ease inside with excruciating slowness. The sensation is...fuck. Nothing has ever felt like this. She's tight and hot and perfect, her inner walls gripping me tight. Every inch is both coming home and discovering paradise.

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