Page 60 of Break Me Knot

“You are,” I insist, trailing my lips down her neck. Her trapped-bird pulse flutters beneath my mouth. “You're fierce.” Kiss. “Independent.” Kiss. “Beautiful.” Kiss. “So many omegas wouldn't have made it, but you did. You fought. You survived.” Each word is punctuated with a gentle brush of my lips, imbuing them with the truth.

Her scent wavers between arousal and uncertainty, like she can't quite believe me. But I mean every word. Her strength leaves me stunned, this tiny omega who carved out her own path in a world designed to break her. The evidence of her struggle only makes her more beautiful to me.

“Let me show you,” I whisper against her skin, tasting her intoxicating scent. “Let me prove how precious you are.” My hands slide higher, thumbs brushing the undersides of her breasts through the worn fabric. She arches into the touch, a soft whimper escaping her lips.

I press my lips to her breast. The worn cotton dampens instantly with my saliva, and when I exhale hotly against the wet spot, she gasps. The sound is pure sin, breathy and desperate. My cock jerks, pre-cum dampening my boxers.

Then her fingers thread through my hair, tentative at first, before tightening when I trace my tongue over her hardened nipple through the fabric. The gesture is spontaneous, uninhibited, satisfying my alpha side. This is what I've been waiting for… her touching me because she wants to, not because she thinks she has to.

I reward her initiative by sucking gently through the fabric, and her grip in my hair tightens further. Her slick scent spikes sharply, filling my nose with sweet omega arousal. The combination of her fingers in my hair and her responsive body beneath my mouth is intoxicating.

“That's it,” I murmur against her breast. “Such a good girl for your alpha.”

She tugs slightly at my hair, guiding me to her other breast, and the trust in that simple action makes my chest tight with emotion. I follow her lead willingly, proudly, wanting her to understand how much I cherish her growing confidence.

My hands span her ribcage, steadying her as she arches into my mouth. She's starting to lose herself in the sensation, her usual careful control slipping, and it's the most beautiful thing I've ever experienced.

“Let go. Let me catch you, Omega.” My words are a prayer I want her to hear.

I want her to know truth beyond a doubt.

“Going to take this off now. So I can touch you on your skin. On your perfect nipples. Your gorgeous breasts,” I rasp, my fingers circling the clasp on her back until she whines.

Actually whines.

The pure omega sound is music to my ears because she’s losing herself to her nature. Allowing me to help her. My heart pounds as I unclasp her bra, letting it fall away…somewhere. I don’t care where the fuck it goes. My whole attention is locked on the sight of her bare breasts. They're small, perfect, topped with dusky pink nipples already hard with arousal.

Mine.

I capture one perfect peak in my mouth, sucking, lapping, worshipping. My hands slide down her sides to her hips, fingers pressing into soft flesh. She's responding so beautifully, all inhibitions melting away under my touch. The painful notes in her scent have disappeared completely, replaced by pure, sweet arousal.

I groan against her breast, barely recognizing my own voice. “Let me touch you more, Little One.” I punctuate the words with gentle nips and kisses. “So perfect under my hands, in my mouth.”

Our scents combine into something intoxicating…something right. The air around us is thick with pheromones, heavy with desire. My cock throbs painfully, my knot threatening to pop just from her scent alone. Gods, I don’t care how much pain I’m in. Every throb is worth it.

“Please,” she whimpers, arching into my touch. “Alpha, please...”

The desperate tone in her voice nearly breaks my control. All traces of fear are gone, replaced by pure want. Her grip on my hair tightens as she tugs me closer to her breast.

“Tell me what you want, Little One,” I murmur against her skin. “Tell me how to make you feel good.”

“Need you…between my legs.” Her words send fire through my veins.

She’s not denying me.

She’s voicing her desire.

Trusting me.

The win makes my heart explode. I unclasp her jeans with shaking hands, drawing down the zipper. In one fluid motion, I slide both denim and cotton down her legs, tossing them aside, and then she's bare before me.

All the air leaves my lungs.

She's exquisite. All delicate curves and soft skin. Her thighs are trembling, slick glistening on the inside of them. Her sex is pink and perfect, already swollen and wet for me. Her outer lips are flushed dark with arousal, her inner lips peeking out like rose petals.

“Beautiful,” I growl, unable to keep the alpha resonance from my voice. Words are too inadequate for the vision before me. “Omega. Mira. You are absolutely perfect.”

Her little pearl is swollen and begging for attention. My thumbs trace gentle circles on her inner thighs, spreading them wider. Her entrance flutters and slick seeps out. Her scent is intoxicating. She's perfection incarnate, splayed out in my office armchair as an offering to a devoted worshipper.

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