Page 14 of Knot My Luck

I glance down at her, the desperation in her eyes making it harder to keep my control. The ache in my body is unbearable, but I keep my gaze steady on her, forcing my voice to remain calm as I carefully undo the ankle straps of her stilettos and place them to one side.

“You don’t need to hold back, Devlin. I’ve got you,” I promise, my hands hovering just above her skin, careful not to make the first move. She’s in no state to make decisions right now.

With that, she seems to lose the last bit of restraint, her hands sliding up to pull me closer. Her lips find mine again, urgent, desperate, and this time I let myself feel it. I kiss her back with the same intensity, my hands gripping her hips, guiding her forward as she presses herself into me.

The moment her body flushes against mine, I feel the world tilt, the sharp ache in my chest turning into an unbearable heat. I need her, but I fight it, fighting the primal urge that’s clawing at me from within.

I pull back just enough to look into her eyes again. “Are you sure, Red?” I ask. “Because once we start, I won’t be able to stop.”

She nods frantically, her body trembling with desire, her hands sliding up to tug at my shirt. “Please. Don’t make me beg. Just…help me. I need you to help me through this, alpha.”

I swallow hard, my control slipping even further. There’s no turning back now.

I push her back onto the bed, leaning over her, my lips brushing the soft skin of her throat. “You’re going to feel so good,” I promise, my voice rough with hunger. “I’ll take care of you. Just trust me.”

A shiver runs through her at my words, her breath hitching as her fingers fist into my shirt, trying to pull me closer. But I need to see her first.Allof her.

My hands slide to the straps of her green dress, a perfect complement to her flaming red locks, dragging them down her arms slowly, savoring every inch of skin that’s revealed. The fabric pools at her waist, and I sit back slightly, my gaze raking over her.

“Fuck, Red,” I mutter, my voice thick with desire. “You’re perfect. Even more perfect than I remember.”

She’s flushed, panting, her chest rising and falling rapidly. The black lingerie she’s wearing is delicate, lacy, but I can already see the damp fabric clinging to her skin, proof of just how much she needs this – needs me.

A soft whimper escapes her as I drag my knuckles over her bare collarbone, tracing the edge of the lace. My cock aches painfully at the way she squirms under my touch, the way her thighs press together as if she’s trying to chase relief.

“So fucking beautiful,” I praise, sliding my fingers down her ribs, mapping every soft curve. “Do you have any idea what you do to me?”

She moans, her hands tugging at my belt now, frantic and needy, but I grab her wrists and pin them to the bed. “Not yet, sweetheart,” I murmur. “I want to take my time with you.”

She whines, arching up into me, but I just smirk, leaning down to press a lingering kiss to her stomach. “Let me appreciate you first, little omega,” I whisper against her skin, inhaling deeply as her scent wraps around me, intoxicating and impossible to resist.

Her entire body trembles beneath me, her heat spiking again, her scent thickening in the air, and I know I’m only seconds away from completely losing myself in her so I need to make the most of this moment.

How did I not know she was an omega when we met before? We had the most amazing night together, and I never once suspected. She must have been on suppressants or blockers or something, because she never smelt like this.

Her body arches up into mine again, a soft cry of need escaping her as I trail my lips down her neck, my hands working deftly to strip away her bra.

The scrap of lace falls away, baring her to me, and I pause, taking in the sight of her. She’s flushed, panting, her skin hot beneath my hands, and fuck – she’s even more perfect than I remembered.

I drag my thumb over one peaked nipple, watching the way her breath catches, the way her hips shift instinctively, searching for friction. “So fucking responsive,” I praise, dipping my head to capture the other between my lips. Her back bows as she gasps, her fingers threading into my hair, tugging, desperate. “Such a good girl for me.”

“Lorcan,” she breathes, voice wrecked with need.

Hearing my name on her lips like that – like a prayer – sends a vicious jolt of possession through me. My hands slide down her body, pulling her dress off and pushing the last barrier of lace down her hips. She shivers as the cool air brushes her bare skin.

I groan as I settle between her thighs, my palms skimming up the soft curves of her legs, spreading her open. She’s soaked, slick glistening in the dim light, and the scent of her arousal is dizzying, intoxicating, making my control slip further.

“Look at you,” I rasp, dragging two fingers through her slick, teasing. “You’re fucking drenched for me, Red.”

A broken moan spills from her lips, her hands fisting in the sheets, but it’s not enough.

I press a kiss to the inside of her thigh, my breath hot against her skin. “Tell me you want this,” I demand, my lips trailing higher, my fingers still teasing at her entrance but not giving her what she needs just yet.

She whimpers, trying to shift her hips, trying to get me to touch her properly, but I hold her still. “Say it,” I demand, my voice low, rough, desperate.

“I want it,” she gasps. “Please, Lorcan?—”

That’s all I need.

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