Page 47 of Knot My Luck

Her scent hits me like a drug. Sweet, heavy, and completely hers. It wraps around me, pulls me under. I drown in it, my chest tightening with need. My alpha rises in me, demanding I claim her. I can feel it, the pull, the hunger to mark her as my own, to fuck her into submission.

But I force it down. I have to. This is abouther, not my damn alpha instincts. So I take a deep breath, forcing myself to focus.

She’s so stunning now. So different. The girl I left – the one who fought for everything – she’s changed. She’s not the same person she was when we first met, before she presented. She’s stronger now, even more confident, and it kills me, but it also ignites something inside me that I didn’t even know was there.

Placing the snacks and drinks down on the bedside table, I stand there for a moment longer, just watching her, marveling at how much she’s grown. And then, like an instinct, my hands move toward her. I have to force myself to stop, and instead reach for the snacks and water, my heart still racing as I kneel beside the bed.

Her eyes flutter open, soft and half-lidded, and when she sees me, the smallest flicker of surprise crosses her face.

“Hey, Embers,” I say, my voice low and rough. “I brought you something. You need to eat and drink...”

But my eyes – my eyes keep coming back to her throat. The marks. The brand of my pack mates on her.

And, fuck, I want to rip them off her.

But I don’t.

I want mine to join theirs.

But it won’t.

Not yet.

“Devlin,” I murmur again when she doesn’t respond. I keep my voice calm but firm, “you need to eat something. You’ve been through a lot.”

She shakes her head weakly, her lips parting as she insists, “I don’t want food...I want...more. I just need knots. Orgasms. Cum.”

I feel my jaw clench at the desperation in her voice. My alpha reacts, a tight coil of frustration unfurling in my chest. But I keep it together, keep the focus on her.

“Devlin,” I command, my tone thick with authority. “Focus on me. You’re going to eat and drink. Understand?”

Her eyes flicker, but she doesn’t respond at first. I watch her, my gaze unwavering as I lean in slightly, my presence filling the space around her. “Do you want to be a good omega, Devlin?”

She nods slowly, the tiniest movement, but it’s enough.

I give a low, satisfied growl in response, knowing that I’ve got her on my side. “Good. You’re going to give your alphas a break. They need to rest, and refuel so they can keep you satisfied. You don’t want them getting ill, do you?”

She shakes her head quickly, as if the thought of that troubles her. The gentle crease in her brow is adorable but I hate that I’ve put it there, causing her to needlessly worry. But alphas don’t have to fight fair when it comes to taking care of their omegas and I don’t plan to with Devlin.

I allow myself a moment of triumph before moving closer, keeping my voice gentle but insistent.

“Drink. Eat this,” I say, placing a protein bar in front of her, the wrapper crinkling in my hand. “You need strength, Devlin. For yourself, and for your alphas.”

Her hands tremble slightly as she reaches for the bar, but she shrinks back, pulling a face.

“No. Yuk.”

I have to bite back a grin. Dev never liked anything that could be considered even remotely healthy, and I can’t imagine that’s changed much since she became an omega.

“I’ve got a nice packet of Taytos here for you, and a bottle of Tanora. I hope they’re still your favourites.”

Her eyes light up and this time I chuckle. My girl never needed fancy gifts or showy displays of affection. I’m glad to see that hasn’t changed, though I plan on spoiling her regardless.

“Be a good omega, have the water and the protein bar, and then you can have your crisps and pop.”

She sighs, carefully wiggles herself into a seated position, pulling a soft blanket over her shoulders before opening the bottle of water and drinking about half. She pulls a face and holds out her hand for the protein bar, but she’s already eyeing up the other goodies on the table.

I make sure she sees my approving nod when she begins to eat. “That’s it,” I encourage, “good girl.”

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