Page 36 of Knot Only His

“Sorry.” I release the grip on her neck, only realizing how hard I’m holding her.

“No, don’t stop. I like it. It feels good.”

“You do?”

“You’re not hurting me. It’s my body, but this helps.”

I grip her neck again, though not so tight this time. I want to know how much she can endure, but I resist the urge to dig my fingers into her flesh.

I also resist the urge to slap her perfectly round ass before straddling her and sliding my cock through the crack of her ass.

What the fuck?

I glance at the ceiling, taking a few deep breaths.

Then I get back to why she came here.

I rest her right arm on the bed, and stretch out the muscles on her left arm, clenching my jaw as I imagine Coach holding her arms so she can’t move, maybe he has his dick in her mouth while I’m inside her ass and Oliver is in her pussy, and her three mates are making her come over and over.

Harlow moans and squirms on the bed. It’s like she can read my mind.

I pause for a moment as my gaze roams down her body. Luckily, the towel still covers her ass.

I’m still trying to be professional. But god, I want to whip it off her ass and get a clear view of what is mine.

Her breathing is ragged and I realize I’m stroking, not massaging her arm with one hand and her neck with the other.

I lift my hand from her arm like she burned it.

“Okay, Harlow, if you rest for a few minutes, then you can take a shower and get dressed.” I need to stop this session before the raging alpha I am can’t stop himself. Before I jump on the bed and fuck her into oblivion.

“Wow. That went fast. But I feel wonderful.” Her head is still on the bed as she turns her beautiful face to me. Pretty green-blue eyes meet mine. “Thank you.”

“You’re very welcome.” I stare at her face. “I’ll let you know when I have another free slot.”

She bites her lip, and I know she wants to ask something, but she looks away and says, “That would be lovely. I...hmm.” She laughs lightly. “But I have a date tonight.”

“A date—” I try to keep my voice even. “Why are you telling me?”

Our eyes lock again before she whispers, “Because your hand is still gripping my neck and I need to leave.”

Chapter 9

Oliver

“You did what?”

“I pinned her head against the bed because I didn’t want her to see how hard I was.”

Coach bursts out laughing. “It probably made your dick harder with her being under your control.”

Asher groans. “It certainly didn’t help.”

“And did you question her about being an omega?” I ask. “Did she admit she was one?”

“She admitted she was going on a date tonight,” Asher says.

“A fucking date!” The outburst is out before I can stop it. “Weneed to find her.”

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