Page 46 of Knot Only His

Her eyes don’t leave mine as my fingertips gently massage her throat, but I can’t bear to not kiss her anymore and lower my mouth until my lips press over hers.

She moans, the sounds and her scent are slowly unveiling my alpha. I growl as the kiss turns feverish—lips, tongue, and teeth all clashing at once.

As we kiss, her body molds against mine. Her omega scent enveloping me. The deliciousness of coconut and rum, laced with pineapple and vanilla, fills the air.

“Fuck, Harlow.” My voice is gravelly.

Heat skitters to my core and now I need the ache in my cock tending to. I press my length against her, wanting to feel it inside her...wanting to knot her again.

And I am sure by her scent, she is feeling the same way.

I capture another moan when it slips from her lips.

Her slick wets my waist as her hips rock against me. I close my eyes and inhale the scent she emits like perfume in the air.

“I want to fuck you so badly,” I whisper after pulling my mouth away.

I wait for her to say she wants it too. That she is over my brother.

I need more than one night of forbidden love. I need a lifetime, but we’ll soon get to that.

She doesn’t reply.

“But not tonight.” I take hold of her hips and lower her on my thigh, which is pressed against the wall. “Ride my thigh. Let me hear you come for me.”

She goes to protest, and I tilt my head to one side, and say, “Be a good girl.” I give her my alpha look, the one that shouldn’t work on another alpha, which she claims she is—she isn’t, and that’s why it will work on my omega.

She grips my shoulder with one hand and lowers herself to where I instructed.

My alpha tone worked—of course it fucking did. I’m no longer playing around with Harlow.

She is now mine.

A bolt of electricity shoots through my core as she rubs herself against the powerful muscles of my thigh. I catch my breath when her free hand explores the wideness of my chest.

“You’re so strong,” she says as I hold her up but still moving her over my thigh, letting her feel the sensation of my body against hers.

She rubs her pussy harder as I hold her lower back, wanting her closer. Wanting to feel her body, her pussy, and each movement against my hard thigh.

She moans as desire sizzles through her veins.

She's getting close, and I’m getting lost in Harlow–her scent, and the little purrs she doesn’t even know that she makes in my ear.

“That’s it. That’s my good girl.” My voice is a low, demanding rumble. “Make yourself come, Harlow.”

She’s getting near to her release. I desperately want to hear it.

“Look at me.” Her eyes flick to mine and I search her gaze. Wanting everything she is about to give me. I know she wants me. “That’s my good girl. You look so beautiful riding me.”

I smile when my words make her drive her hips faster. Resulting in each movement firing a delirious sensation to my core. I think I’m going to come too, if she isn’t quicker.

My lips capture hers again, fucking her mouth with deep, long thrusts of my tongue.

I own her mouth…everything...her body…her climax.

Harlow’s body shakes and when she gasps, I take her breath away with a deep kiss.

We don’t stop.

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