Page 16 of Knot My Luck

And fuck, I don’t need to be told twice.

I sit back, tearing my shirt off before reaching for my belt, my eyes locked on hers as I unbuckle it. The leather slides free with a quiet snap. Her gaze drops, hunger flaring across her face, and she bites her lip like she’s trying to hold back the whimper that threatens to escape.

Fuck, Red. She’s killing me.

I shove my trousers down, my cock springing free, hard and aching, and the sound she makes is pure, unfiltered need.

“Gonna take care of you,” I promise, gripping her hips and dragging her down the bed toward me. She gasps, her hands flying to my forearms. “Gonna make sure you don’t feelanythingbut me.”

Then I line myself up and push inside.

Her sharp, broken gasp punches through the air the second I start to push in. Her fingers tighten on my forearms, her nails biting into my skin as her body stretches around me, taking me inch by inch.

“Oh my god,” she breathes, her voice trembling.

I clench my jaw, forcing myself to go slow, even as every muscle in my body screams at me tomove, to take, to claim. She’s so hot, so tight, gripping me like she was made for me. Like her body knows exactly who I am.

Her head tips back against the pillows, her throat bared, lips parted, her chest rising and falling with shallow, needy breaths.

I slide in deeper, forcing myself to keep watching her. “You feel that, Red?” I rasp. “The way you’re gripping me? Like you don’t want me to pull out?”

Her pupils blow wider, her thighs trembling where they’re wrapped around me. “I—” She swallows hard, her breath catching, her body twitching as I sink deeper still.

“It’s because you’re mine. Such a good omega for your alpha.”

She’s so wet, so open, her heat dragging me in until I’m buried inside her, nothing but fire and pressure and her. Perfection.

“Tell me how it feels,” I demand, my hand sliding up her body, palm skimming over her ribs before settling at her throat. Not squeezing, just feeling her rapid pulse beneath my fingertips.

She exhales shakily, shifting beneath me, her hips rocking slightly, adjusting to the thick stretch of me inside her. I feel her shudder around me, the flutter of her walls tightening and releasing.

“It’s—” She gasps again, blinking up at me with glassy eyes. “Fuck. You feel so…” Her head tips back further, heat rolling off her in waves. “Full. I feel so fucking full, alpha.”

I groan low in my throat, the sound vibrating through both of us.

She’s not wrong. Sheisfull – stretched, stuffed, her slick making it easy for me to push deep, so deep that I can feel her body pulsing around me, pulling me in.

And it’s driving me fucking insane.

I flex my hips, just the slightest movement, but she reacts, a whimper slipping from her throat, her nails biting harder into my skin.

Her scent spikes – sweet and needy – and I swear I almost lose myself right there.

I tighten my grip on her hips, stilling myself before I wreck her. “Breathe for me, baby,” I rasp, brushing my lips over her jaw. “Relax. Let me in. Open up for your alpha.”

She whimpers, but does as I say, drawing in a deep, shaky breath. And when she exhales, her body softens, her thighs easing open a little wider, her walls fluttering around me, inviting me to move.

And I do.

I draw back, slow and deep, dragging against every sensitive spot inside her before pushing back in.

Her reaction is instant. Her whole body jerks, her breath hitching, a strangled moan breaking free from her lips.

And fuck, she’s perfect. She’s so warm, so wet, her body greedily accepting every inch of me like she was made for this.

“Yeah,” I murmur, my voice rough. “That’s it. That’s my good girl. Such a perfect omega.”

She whimpers – a wrecked, desperate sound – and it’s the best fucking thing I’ve ever heard. They shoot straight to my gut, winding my control so tight it’s a miracle I haven’t snapped already. She’s too much – all heat and need and desperate little noises that make my instincts burn.

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