Page 28 of Knot My Luck

He pulls me closer, and my hands find his thighs, gripping them with desperate need. I’m falling into the rhythm of him, my mouth moving in time with his thrusts, the taste of him driving me to the edge of madness. The slickness between my legs is uncontrollable now, every inch of my skin screaming for more, my pussy aching with the need to be filled, to be marked as his.

“Please,” I gasp, the word tumbling from my lips before I can stop it, between thrusts. Begging suddenly feels more important than breathing. My voice is shaky, needy, and I can’t hold back the desperation that fills me. I want to be the perfect little thing for him, to earn the knot that’s waiting for me, to be consumed by him in the way he’s promised.

He groans, and I feel the vibrations shudder through his chest, his hands tightening around my hair, pulling me back slightly so I can catch my breath, but I can’t stop. I want to keep going. I need to make him lose control.

“You’re so fucking perfect for me, Clover,” he mutters, his voice rough. “I can feel how much you want it. You’re mine, and I’m going to give you exactly what you’ve been begging for.”

I moan, the sound low and needy, and I move again, more urgently this time. My hips shift, my pussy drenched, and I feel the slickness drip down my thighs, the sensation only adding to the heat pooling in my core. I know I’m close, my body trembling on the edge of breaking, but I need him to take me, to claim me, to give me what I’ve been begging for.

I can’t hold back anymore. I need him. I need everything from him. I snatch one final breath and then push him all the way to the back of my throat, and swallow. He grabs my face and holds me in place as his dick pulses and jerks, once, twice, three times. And with a shout he comes, spilling his cum down my throat in what feels like a never ending stream.

All I can do is take it, snatching breaths through my nose until he pulls back enough for me to swallow. There was too much cum and some leaks out of the corner of my mouth, but Tadhg gently swipes it away with his finger before pushing his thick digit into my mouth for me to suck clean.

Once I’m done, I do the same with his cock, impressed that he’s still hard and the base of his knot has started to swell.

“Alpha…knot…please…” I beg, tears streaming down my cheeks from the force of his orgasm and my own need.

“As if I could deny you anything after that, Cloverheart. You were fucking phenomenal. Now on the bed…that’s it, good girl. Present for your alpha.” The final four words are said in a growl that has my omegasinging.

I scramble onto the bed, my body slick with sweat, trembling from the overwhelming sensations. My legs shake, but I push them apart, arching my back to present myself to him on all fours. I’m nothing but need, aching for him, desperate to feel the weight of his claim.

I glance back at him over my shoulder, watching as Tadhg steps closer, his eyes dark with hunger, studying me like a predator eyeing his prey. His fingers brush the curve of my spine, sending a shiver down my body. “You want this, don’t you, Clover?” he growls, his voice thick with possession.

“Yes, please…please, Tadhg. Take me.” The desperation in my tone is unmistakable. My body quivers, the scent of my arousal heavy in the air. The heat between my legs burns, and I can barely breathe through the need building inside me.

He steps forward, his hands gripping my hips, pulling me closer to the edge of the bed. His cock presses against my slick folds, teasing but not entering. He holds himself just there, the head of his cock brushing against me, and I gasp, my hips jerking, wanting him so badly it almost hurts. “Begging like that…” He groans, the sound low and guttural. “You make it impossible to resist.”

I whimper, my chest rising and falling rapidly. “Alpha…please…please, knot me. I need you inside me.”

“Good girl,” he croons, and in one swift motion, he thrusts into me, his cock filling me completely.

The stretch is exquisite, almost too much, but I welcome it, my body craving every inch of him as I cry out. His knot presses against my entrance, and I wail in pure need, my hips rolling, trying to encourage him to finish what he’s started.

“Mine,” Tadhg growls, his hands gripping me tighter as he begins to move, slow at first, but the pace quickly increases. “You’re mine, Lucky Clover, all mine. I’ll mark you so everyone knows who you belong to.”

“Yes, alpha! Bite!”

He doesn’t respond to my plea but I’m hopeful he’s just biding his time.

My whole body trembles, his claiming words sending waves of heat flooding through me. The friction is too much, too perfect, and I can’t stop the moan that escapes my lips as he fucks me harder. The pressure builds in my core, an explosion just waiting to happen.

“Alpha...Tadhg…I’m close,” I whimper, my fingers digging into the bed as I feel the tension in my body snap. “Please…please, make me come…please.”

“Good girl,” he grunts, picking up his pace, the force of his thrusts making the bed creak beneath us. “I’m going to fill you, Cloverheart. You’re going to take it all.”

Just as I’m about to lose control, a door slams open, the sound of it catching my attention just before the pressure in my core snaps.

“Shit…” Tadhg growls, and his thrusts falter, but Lorcan’s voice cuts through the tension.

“I see you’ve started without me,” Lorcan says, dark amusement lacing his tone.

My gaze snaps to the now-open door, where Lorcan is standing, rapidly removing his suit.

Before I can process what’s happening, Lorcan strides across the room and his hands are on my body, pulling me away from Tadhg. Tadhg growls, but his hands stay firmly on my hips, holding me in place.

“We’ll share, then,” Lorcan chuckles. “She needs both of us anyway.”

I swear my omega swoons.

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