Page 5 of Knot My Luck

“Shall we see if I can get you even wetter?”

His voice is low, predatory, and it makes my breath hitch in my chest. My body’s already betraying me, every inch of me aching for him, every nerve ending alive with need. I need to keep my omega instincts under control. I won’t ruin this. I clench my hands into fists at my sides, trying to maintain some semblance of control, but it’s slipping through my fingers like sand.

He doesn’t wait for an answer. Instead, he leans in closer, his breath hot against the sensitive skin of my inner thighs. I shiver, my pulse hammering, heart racing in my ears. His fingers graze the waistband of my thong, a tease, before sliding underneath, the coolness of his touch a stark contrast to the heat flooding my core.

I want to push him away, to regain some control, but every move he makes has me falling deeper, further into the storm he’s creating. His thumb brushes lightly over the damp fabric, and I can’t help the quiet gasp that escapes me.

“You’re so fucking responsive, Red,” he hums, voice rough with barely contained desire. “You want me to make you come?”

The words hang in the air between us, daring me to admit it. To give in completely. And even though every part of me wants to scream yes, to beg him for more, all I can manage is a barely perceptible nod. He’s already got me, completely, utterly, and I can feel the weight of that discovery settle deep within me.

Without another word, his fingers hook into the fabric of my thong, pulling it aside as his mouth follows, trailing wet, heated kisses on my thighs, closer, closer to where I need him most. The anticipation is maddening, each second stretching on forever, and I’m so desperate for him to touch me.

His lips hover just above the edge, teasing me, sending shivers through my entire body. The air between us crackles with tension, every breath I take shaky with want. I feel him pause for a moment, and when I glance down, his eyes meet mine again, dark with that same hunger, before they flicker down to where he’s hovering just inches from my most sensitive spot.

“Tell me,” he demands, voice rough, almost like a growl. “Cailín…Tell me you want this. Tell me you need me.”

The words sit heavy on my tongue, but I can’t bring myself to say them, can’t bring myself to admit how much I crave him, how much I need him to fill this ache inside me.

But he isn’t having any of it.

His fingers trace the line of my thong, pressing just enough to drive me wild, but not enough to touch me fully. The tension is unbearable. “Don’t make me ask again, Red.”

I can barely think, my mind clouded with the burning desire that pulses between us. My body answers before my brain does, a soft, desperate whimper escaping me. “I need you.”

The sound of those words leaves me raw, exposed. But as soon as they slip from my lips, he’s on me. His mouth finally touches my skin, hot and demanding. I gasp, hips involuntarily rising to meet his touch as he kisses and licks his way closer to where I’m aching for him most.

His fingers finally,finallyslide between my legs, his touch firm and sure, parting me with the skill of someone who knows exactly what they’re doing. I let out a breathless moan at the contact, my body trembling in anticipation as he gently strokes, testing, teasing, making me yearn for more.

“That’s it,” he praises, voice thick with satisfaction. “Such a good girl for me.”

His words ignite something inside me, something primal that makes my entire body burn with need. I’m drowning in sensation, every touch, every movement, driving me to the edge of madness. His fingers move with precision, exploring, teasing, as if he’s memorising every inch of me, every reaction. I feel like I’m on fire, every nerve exposed and raw.

“Please,” I manage to gasp, my voice hoarse with desperation. “Don’t stop.”

He growls, the sound low and dangerous, his fingers quickening their pace. He knows exactly what I need, exactly how to drive me wild. The pressure builds, slowly at first, then suddenly, explosively, as his thumb circles where I’m most sensitive, the pleasure almost too much to bear.

“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he breathes, his lips brushing my inner thigh as he watches me, his gaze filled with a dark satisfaction. The intensity in his eyes sends a shiver of both fear and desire through me, but I can’t look away. I’m completely lost in him, in the way he makes me feel – like I’m both unraveling and coming together at the same time.

He moves his fingers expertly, his thumb pressing harder, faster, and I feel the tension coiling tighter, winding me up until I’m ready to snap. I try to hold on, try to keep some semblance of control, but it’s useless. I can’t stop the moan that escapes me, loud and desperate, as my body bucks beneath his touch.

“That’s it,” he hums, his voice a dark promise. “Let go, Red. Let me have you.”

And just like that, the dam breaks. I come undone in his hands, a tsunami of pleasure crashing over me, too intense to process, too much to handle. I gasp for air, my body trembling uncontrollably as I ride out the waves of ecstasy. Every inch of me is on fire, and I can feel his smug satisfaction in the way he watches me come apart in his grip.

When the tremors finally begin to subside, I’m left panting, spent, and entirely at his mercy. My skin is flushed, my body aching in the aftermath, but still, I want more. Ineedmore.

He leans down, his lips brushing against mine in a kiss that’s slow, deliberate, as if savouring the moment. I taste myself on his lips, loving the way we blend together. “You’re mine now, Red,” he promises, the words sending a fresh rush of heat through me.

And then he proves it to me. Over and over and over again.

ONE

Devlin

The clock on my dashboard blinks 1:57 p.m. and I groan, gripping the steering wheel tighter, my palms clammy with sweat. Fuck. This is just my luck. No matter how organised I try to be, fate always conspires against me.

There’s no way I’m going to make it. Not with the way this traffic’s been crawling for the last fifteen minutes. It’s like the universe itself has decided that today, of all days, I’m definitely not allowed to show up on time. In fact, if itcouldgo wrong, today it has.

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