Page 71 of Knot My Luck

“You can’t just say things like that,” he growls, his voice rough, low, laced with barely contained desire. “Not when you look at me like that.”

I arch beneath him, dragging my nails down his back. “Why not?”

I arch beneath him, dragging my nails down his back, pushing him closer, my body aching to feel him deeper. His breath catches when I pull him down, my chest brushing against his, every inch of him touching me now, and I feel the heat between us, thick and heavy, smoldering like an untamed fire. His lips part, his throat working as he swallows hard. His gaze drops to the place where my throat meets my shoulder – where his bite should be.

“I want it,” I press. “I want you. You might regret leaving me, but my biggest regret is not bonding with you during my last heat with the others. I was trying to punish you and it was cruel and uncalled for. I’ve regretted it ever since, even though I know we weren’t in a good place then. I’m sorry. I don’t want to wait any longer, Cathal. I’m yours, you’re mine, and I want it to be official. I need to feel you in here.”

I rub my chest, right where my heart is and the bond with the other two lies.

He groans, a deep, desperate sound that shoots straight to my core.

The reverence from before vanishes – replaced by something rougher, hungrier. His mouth crashes against mine, his kiss open, demanding, like he needs to taste me, needs to own me.

His hands slide down my body, his thumb brushing against my sensitive skin, and I can feel how wet I am for him. His touch, gentle at first, becomes more insistent, and my body can’t help but respond, the heat between my legs growing unbearable.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he murmurs against my neck, his lips brushing over my pulse point. “So fucking perfect for me. God, I’ve been waiting so long for this.”

“Again, omega” he breathes against my lips, grinding against me in slow, deliberate rolls of his hips. “Be a good girl and say it again.”

I grip the back of his neck, shuddering as the hard length of him presses exactly where I need him. “Bite me, Cathal.”

A sharp curse escapes him, and then he’s gone, ripping off his boxer briefs and sliding down my body, his mouth replacing his hands, claiming me in a way that leaves no doubt – I’m his.

“Fuck, you’re so wet for me,” he praises, his voice full of rough admiration. “Can feel how much you want me. Don’t worry, Embers, I’m going to give you everything.”

He licks a slow, teasing line up my inner thigh, pressing his mouth there for a heartbeat before finally – finally – dragging his tongue through my slick. I moan, my hands flying to his hair, but he doesn’t give me a moment to adjust. His mouth is ruthless, tongue curling, lips sealing over my clit as his fingers stroke inside me, spreading me open, coaxing me higher and higher.

I come with a sharp cry, my body trembling beneath him, but he doesn’t stop.

Hedoesn’t stop.

He works me through it, dragging another orgasm out of me before I can even catch my breath, leaving me gasping, writhing beneath him, overwhelmed in the best way.

“Cathal—” My voice is shaky, pleading.

By the time I’ve screamed my way through the next orgasm and another, I’m hoarse.

Fuck. He’s not holding back anymore. It’s like he’s trying to make up for lost time by setting his own personal challenge to ruin me with his tongue.

He lifts his head, mouth slick, pupils blown. “Never get enough of your taste, love. You’re so perfect like this,” he rasps, shifting back over me, his cock pressing against my entrance, teasing me. “So fucking…mine.”

I can’t wait any longer. I reach for him, guiding him to where I need him most, my fingers wrapping around his length and guiding him to my entrance. He hesitates for just a moment, looking at me, his eyes soft with absolute love and adoration. And something deeper, something darker.

“I’m ready,” I whisper, my voice shaky with anticipation. “Please.”

He leans down, his lips crashing against mine in a kiss that is all fire, all need. His body moves over mine, and then, finally, he thrusts inside me. My body trembles with the sensation of him filling me, stretching me, as my pulse races in my ears. My hands fly to his back, digging into the hard muscles there, urging him deeper, harder.

His pace is slow at first, deliberate, letting me feel every inch of him, every movement of his body as he slides in and out of me. His lips move to my throat, kissing, biting gently, sending sparks of pleasure through me. I moan, my body coming alive beneath his touch.

“You feel so fucking good,” he growls, his voice low and thick with lust. “So tight. So perfect. I’ve dreamed of this, Devlin. Of you. For so fucking long. And you’re even better than I could have imagined.”

His thrusts grow harder, faster, the heat between us building, intensifying. I can feel his knot swelling, pressing against me, and I know what’s coming. The pressure, the friction, the tension – it’s too much, and I feel myself on the edge, teetering toward release.

“Cathal,” I moan, my voice pleading, desperate. “Please. I need more. Don’t stop. Not yet.”

His eyes flash with something wild, something untamed. “You want it all, love? You want me to give you everything?”

“Yes,” I gasp, my body arching against his, pulling him deeper. “I need you to make me yours. Don’t hold back. I want to feel you – all of you.”

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