Page 13 of Knot Only His

A knot.

I drag her thong down her legs, stand, and undo my pants.

Harlow’s gaze roams from my eyes downward as my cock springs out.

I should wait, but I’m so ready for my omega, and I’ve waited toolong.

After crawling onto the bed, I settle between her thighs and hold my cock as I slide the crown down her seam to her sweet moan.

“You’re a perfect omega,” I tell her. And I know she’ll still deny her designation for as long as she can. For some reason, she doesn’t believe me, so I don’t wait for her sass. I slide my dick back up to her clit and lazily back down again before I thrust into her pussy.

“Oh, God—” she moans. Her hands find my head as her fingers cling to my scalp.

My cock slides in and out of her pussy, the wet sounds filling the room.

My omega.

I groan against Harlow’s neck as I feel her body tremble beneath mine.

She’s mine—my omega—my mate.

The mere thought sends a possessive thrill through me.

My hips snap forward, driving my cock deeper into her silky heat.

Her cries echo in the room as her nails dig into my back.

My teeth ache as I stare at her neck, wanting to claim her so much.

I run my tongue over my teeth, knowing I need to stop thinking about that and focus on making her come.

It’s not long before we set a relentless pace.

I can’t be gentle, not now. Not when I’ve waited so long to claim her.

“You feel so good, Harlow,” I growl, nipping at the delicate skin of her throat, still wanting to sink my teeth into her flesh and claim her as mine.

I’d never do that.

No, I want her to beg for that moment.

“So fucking perfect.”

She whimpers, arching into me, and I know she’s close. I can feel it in the way her walls flutter around me, and the way her delicious scent grows richer, more intoxicating.

Her aroma is too close to a pina colada.

It’s not the time to tell her.

“That’s it, omega,” I murmur, angling my hips to hit that spot inside her that’ll make her see stars. “You’re going to come for me.”

I slam into her a few more times before I spin Harlow so she’s on her hands and knees, frantically trying to remove her top and mine as we fuck.

“Do you want me to knot you?” I growl, my voice thick with desire.

Harlow shakes her head. “I’m an alpha, Carver.”

I grit my teeth, “You’re a fucking omega, Harlow. I can smell you. You smell of coconut, pineapple with a hint of vanilla and rum.”

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