Page 14 of Knot Only His

“I have a scent?” she murmurs.

“There is a good chance that only I can smell you. Now please tell me how much you want to take my knot. Please show me how you are meant for me. Colton could never have done this to you until you were fully presented, but I can. Your slick is running for me.”

Harlow moans as I thrust into her harder. “Knot me,” she whispers. “Let me feel you.”

I groan and pull out of her pussy. She whimpers in protest, but I want to see her face when I knot her the first time.

I turn her around until she is on her back again.

This time, I don’t just slide back in—I push hard until my knot catches against her pussy. I want her to feel how big I really am as I press against her.

Her back arches off the bed as a strangled cry tears from her lips. Her climax climbs and I keep fucking her like a wild animal.

“I’m going to knot you.” When I bottom out this time, I circle my knot around her opening, waiting for the moment she is ready to feel me fully inside her.

“Carver!” she gasps, her nails raking down my back.

I groan, burying my face in the crook of her neck as I feel her clench around my cock. She’s getting so close.

After a few more deep, punishing thrusts, I press harder, and my knot locks inside her.

Her mouth opens, her eyes are on mine.

Harlow gasps and claws at the sheets as pain shoots through her body.

It subsides quickly, and she moans as bliss overwhelms her.

“Carver!” Her body shudders as she comes around my knot, crying out my name, and it’s enough for me to follow her over the edge, spilling myself inside her.

“Carver—” This time when she calls my name, it’s much quieter as her pussy clenches around my cock, and it’s the most amazing feeling in the world.

I kiss her face. Her lips.

This is my omega. I finally have her.

“We need to stay locked until my knot relaxes,” I tell her as we catch our breath.

And it’s all we need for now.

“Then I’ll bathe you.”

“How long will that take?”

“It was my first time. I don’t know.”

“It was mine too,” she says.

“I know. I told Colton to not knot you. That it might harm you.”

She swallows. “You saved yourself for me?”

I nod.

We lay there, tangled together, our breathing slowly returning to normal. I press more gentle kisses to her forehead, marveling at the woman in my arms.

Colton had his chance, and he blew it. Now Harlow is mine, and I’ll be damned if I’m going to let her go.

I nuzzle her cheek, inhaling her intoxicating scent. “You’re mine, Harlow,” I murmur, my voice low with emotion. “Always.”

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