Page 49 of Knot My Luck

I guide her backwards, making sure she’s settled against the edge of the counter, the soft hum of the bathroom light our only company. Her hair is still damp, and the towel clings to her like a makeshift robe, a little too revealing, but it’s the only thing she’s wearing.

I leave her for a moment, retrieving another bottle of water and a protein bar from the bedroom. She’s more alert now, but her eyes are still a bit distant, as though she’s still caught between wanting to let go and holding herself back.

“Here,” I say softly, placing the water into her hands. “Drink. It’ll help.”

She looks up at me, hesitant, but she takes the bottle, fingers grazing mine just briefly, sending a flare of heat through my chest. It’s enough to make me swallow down the instinct to pull her close. I let her have her space for now, letting the tension between us stretch, delicate and fragile.

But then, I see it.

Her gaze flicks downward, and my breath catches in my throat. Visible through the thin fabric of my towel, is the hard, undeniable evidence of how much she’s affected me.

“Alpha...” she breathes. “Knot. Mine?”

I clear my throat, not embarrassed that she can see how much she affects me, but conscious of making things awkward between us. She looks back up at me, uncertainty in her eyes, before her gaze drops again and I have to think fast.

I’m losing her to another heat spike already and I know I should call one of the guys in here to take care of her, but I promised them they could rest, that I’d distract her.

I snatch the lollipop from the counter and hold it out for her. It’s bright, sweet, and enticing. Exactly what I need to distract her from my dick.

Her frown deepens. “Lollipop?”

I step closer, brushing a hand over her knee, a whisper of contact that makes her shiver. “Specially formulated for omegas in heat. The hotel included them in the hamper of snacks they sent up. Apparently it replaces the key nutrients you lose. Much better than any energy drink. And,” I say with a teasing grin, “what omega can resist something sweet?”

Her brow furrows, and I take it as my cue to lean in closer, my voice dropping to a low, soothing growl. “If you’re a good girl and suck on that, I’ll lick something else and make you feel good.”

She whines, an almost imperceptible sound that makes my pulse quicken. Without another word, I lift her onto the bathroom counter, her legs spreading wide as I settle between them. Her hands instinctively clutch at the lollipop, ripping off the wrapper and holding it to her lips, but her eyes remain on me, watching.

“Go on, be a good omega, suck,” I command, my hands bracing her hips as that tantalising tongue darts out to tease the tip of the lollipop, making me groan, I can’t believe I thought this was a good idea. She’s going to kill me. “Let’s make you feel good, Embers.”

She hesitates for just a second, but then, her lips part, and she takes the lollipop fully into her mouth. I watch her expression shift from confusion to something more desperate, more eager as the soft, sweet flavor bursts on her tongue. It’s like she can’t help herself, the sweet taste grounding her as her body quivers under my gaze.

I settle between her legs, dropping to my knees, my breath hot against her skin, the air thick with the scent of her desire. My hands slide up her thighs, lifting them gently, spreading her wider so I can get closer. My eyes flicker to her mouth, watching as she sucks on the lollipop, each movement slow and deliberate, her gaze never leaving mine. The way her tongue flicks over it makes me groan quietly.

“You look so good, baby,” I mutter, brushing my thumb over the delicate skin of her inner thigh, just barely grazing the edge of where I want to be.

Her lips part in a soft gasp, but she doesn’t pull away. Her body is trembling, and I can feel the need building in her, her scent thickening, more intoxicating than anything I’ve ever known. I smile at her confusion, the flicker of frustration in her eyes.

“Relax, sweetheart,” I insist, moving closer still, my breath brushing against her most sensitive spot. “You’re doing great, Embers. Just keep sucking on that sweet thing, baby.”

I lean in, pressing my lips to her inner thigh, kissing the soft skin there, feeling her shiver beneath me. I slide my hands under her hips, lifting her just enough that I can taste her.

“Let me show you just how good you can feel,” I say softly, the words vibrating against her skin as I finally dip my head lower. My tongue brushes against her, slow at first, tasting the heat of her, the sweetness that mirrors the lollipop between her lips.

She moans, the sound soft and pleading, and it makes me want to devour her whole. I let my tongue dance over her, just the right pressure, just the right speed, and I watch her body react, her legs instinctively tightening around me as she sucks harder on the lollipop, trying to keep herself together.

“Good girl,” I rasp, my voice thick with satisfaction as I continue, my own need building with every breath. “Keep sucking, and I’ll keep making you feel good.”

Her hips shift, her back arching slightly as she chases that release, her whimpers growing louder, more desperate. She’s close, I can feel it. I pick up the pace, circling my tongue in time with the way her body moves, feeling the tremors rippling through her.

“Don’t stop,” she whines, her voice low and needy, and it’s everything I can do to not lose control. But I don’t stop – I give her more, savouring the way she responds to me, her pleasure feeding my own.

Finally, with a broken gasp, she tenses beneath me, her body shuddering with release. Her grip tightens around the lollipop, and I can hear her quick, uneven breaths as she comes down from the edge.

I pull back slowly, lifting my face from between her legs, my lips glistening, a satisfied smile curling on my lips. “That’s it, baby,” I urge, my voice heavy with desire. “You did so well, my beautiful omega.”

She’s breathless, her eyes unfocused, her body still twitching from the intensity of the pleasure. I can’t help but stand up, leaning in to kiss her, soft and slow, letting her taste herself on my lips, before pulling away just enough to murmur against her mouth.

“Now, sweetheart,” I say, my voice dark, “let’s see if you can be a good girl for me again.”

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