Page 26 of Knot My Luck

I don’t know what to say. My chest rises and falls, the remnants of the heat still pulsing inside me. But for now, the worst of it has passed, and I feel myself sinking back into the mattress, exhausted but still aware of every shift in the air, every whisper of his presence around me.

Tadhg’s gaze doesn’t leave mine as he adjusts himself above me, his body still close enough to make my skin prickle. The world feels muted, like we’re the only two left in it, and everything outside of this moment is a distant memory.

His hand, still warm and steady, travels down the side of my body, fingers grazing the curve of my hip. It’s possessive, but there’s care there too, like he’s trying to remind me that I’m safe within this storm of feeling.

“You’re so damn beautiful when you come undone,” he mutters, his voice rough but soft, as if the words are meant only for me. His thumb traces the edge of my collarbone, and I can’t help the shiver that runs through me.

I want to respond, but my throat feels tight, my words lost in the tangled mess of everything I’ve just felt. Instead, I reach up, my fingers brushing the stubble of his jaw, feeling the sharp line of it under my touch, the warmth of his skin.

He leans into the touch, his lips brushing against my palm, his clear blue eyes never leaving mine. His breath hitches, like he’s fighting the same wave of intensity that’s still rolling inside me.

“I thought I might break you,” he admits quietly, his voice dark with desire, yet there’s a trace of something else too – something that sounds almost...relieved? As though he needs this too. Needs me.

I swallow hard, my body still trembling beneath his. The coil in my chest that had tightened, threatening to choke me, is loosening, and yet I feel another kind of tension building. The kind that doesn’t want to be broken, that doesn’t want this moment to end.

“Don’t stop,” I beg, the words slipping out before I can stop them. I don’t know why I say it – maybe it’s the desperation that’s still so raw inside me, or the way his touch makes everything else fade away – but I need to feel it again. The way he makes me feel like I’m both whole and completely lost at once. “I’m not a delicate, breakable little omega. I can handle you…alpha.”

Tadhg’s eyes darken, his lips curling into a slow, predatory smile, the kind of smile that makes everything inside me tighten again, ready for whatever comes next.

“I’ll give you what you need, Clover,” he purrs, voice full of promise and something darker. “But first…you’re going to show me just how much you want it.”

He stills for a moment, but the air between us thickens with something unspoken. He’s watching me closely, his gaze sharpening, like he’s trying to read every flicker of hesitation in my eyes. But there’s none. Not anymore.

“I’ve never seen you like this before,” he says, voice low, a slight edge to it. The intensity in his eyes flares, something dark, something commanding. “Always so sweet, so controlled.” He pauses, running his thumb over my skin, sending sparks of electricity through my body. “But now? Now you’re letting go. And I want to see just how far you’ll let me take you.”

I bite down on my lip, feeling the fire inside me stir, igniting with every word he speaks. His voice is a weapon, his presence a force I can’t seem to escape – nor do I want to. He’s right. I’ve always kept a part of myself locked away, but tonight, everything inside me is unraveling. And it’s all because of him. Because of both of them.

Twoscent matches. It’s mind blowing.

Tadhg leans in, his lips brushing my ear as his breath spills against my skin. “Tell me, Cloverheart,” he croons, a dangerous softness to his words. “Are you going to beg for it? Or will you let me take what’s mine?”

His words hang in the air, making my chest tighten and my pulse race. A flush spreads over my skin, and I try to steady my breath, but it’s no use. The hunger in me is primal now, consuming. I can feel my body responding, aching for him to push me further.

I don’t answer right away. Instead, I meet his gaze, my lips parting with a breathless laugh, the edges of it tinged with anticipation and something new. Something raw.

“I’ve never begged for anything in my life,” I whisper, my voice trembling with a mix of defiance and need. We both know I’m not above begging.

Tadhg’s eyes flash, and in that instant, I can see the change in him. The tension in his body becomes more defined, more deliberate. The smirk on his lips grows, and he leans closer, the heat of his breath searing my skin.

Who is this man?

Gone is the shy, slightly geeky brother of my confident, outgoing, fiery ex. In his place is a quietly assertive man who knows exactly what he wants. And my omega is thrilled. She wants to climb onto all fours to present for her alpha, and let him do whatever he wants to us.

“You will tonight, Clover,” he promises, his voice barely a growl. His hand moves again, his fingers brushing lower, testing, teasing, and I feel the sharp edge of desire rip through me. He’s demanding, yes, but he’s also gentle in his own way. His touch is confident, assured, like he knows exactly what I need before I even do.

The power in his presence makes everything else fade into the background. My body trembles in anticipation, every inch of me aching for him, for more of whatever this is. I want to lose myself in him. Want him to make me forget everything, to claim me in a way that’s terrifying and exhilarating all at once.

“You’re mine tonight,” Tadhg purrs, the words low, commanding. “You’ve got no choice now.”

His fingers press against me, and I gasp, my back arching into him instinctively. The pressure builds again, quicker this time, hotter, sharper. My hands find their way to his shoulders, gripping him, desperate to ground myself in the overwhelming sensation of him.

“Tadhg…” I breathe, but there’s a plea hidden beneath the urgency. My body’s practically trembling with need, and the way he’s looking at me, the way he’s commanding me, only adds fuel to the fire inside.

“Say it,” he urges, his voice thick with a demand that leaves no room for hesitation. “Beg for it, little omega. Tell me how badly you want me. Crave me. Need me.”

His words hang in the air, heavy with intent. I can feel the power shift again, his dominance making my bones turn to jelly, my heart pounding. But I’m not scared. I want this. I want him. More than I ever thought I could.

With my breath coming in shallow bursts, I give in. “Please,” I whisper, my voice trembling, raw with need. “I need you. I needyou, Tadhg.”

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