Page 46 of Knot Your Baby

I lean in closer, craving the taste of her milk, hoping it tastes of the very essence that makes her.

Thorne and Miller will be so damn jealous when they catch my scent mingling with hers. I noticed Thorne’s nose twitching when he caught me yesterday morning before I had a shower.

This time, I won’t wash her scent away.

I can already picture their expressions; Miller’s cool demeanor will crack just a little, and Thorne’s competitive edge will admit I found her.

Our omega.

They both think they know everything about women, but they don’t know Freya like I do.

But before we share her, I want this moment to be all mine.

Her soft skin beckons as I hover over her breast, heart racing. My mouth covers her nipple, and instinct takes over.

She moans.

A growl rumbles in my throat as I taste her. It’s a mix of sweetness and warmth, and right now pure bliss floods through me.

“Zane,” she purrs softly, fingers threading through my hair, anchoring me to her. The sound ignites something primal within me. “I was supposed to soothe you.”

I lick gently, feeling the tenderness of her flesh beneath my tongue. I know not to suck too hard; that would only push her further into discomfort when all I want is to soothe her soreness away.

The way she arches into me tells me I’m on the right track.

“God, that feels good,” she breathes out. I glance up to see her eyes fluttering shut as pleasure washes over her features.

I hum against her skin, letting the vibrations resonate through us both.

Our sounds mingle—the gentle slurping from my mouth and the sweet purring from hers. And it feels right in every way.

Her hands tighten in my hair as if she’s pulling me closer while also urging me on. I keep it slow and deliberate, wanting to make this last for both our sakes.

“More,” she whispers breathlessly.

That single word drives me wild. I flatten my tongue over her nipple and swipe upward, tasting her. It’s intoxicating; each lick sends shockwaves through me. How did I get so lucky? How did this fantasy come to life right here at this moment?

I swap to the opposite side. Soothing the dark pink nipple as my hands find her waist and I pull her toward me.

The scent of her arousal fills the air, a sweet, intoxicating aroma that wraps around me like a warm blanket.

My cock is so fucking hard, I can hardly cope. But I should have expected it. My whole body responds instinctively to her.

I push those desires aside. This moment is about Freya, about making her feel good.

One of her hands stays tangled in my hair, grounding me while the other trails down my face, then glides toward my ear. I shiver at her touch.

But then she finds my scar. I freeze, a surge of vulnerability rushes through me. I lift my hand to stop her, fear clawing at my gut, but she purrs softly.

“Let me do the same for you,” she murmurs.

Her voice softens any hesitation I have left. My hand drops to my side as her fingertips graze the puckered skin. The sensation is electric; it makes me ache in ways I haven’t allowed myself to feel in years.

I swallow hard and reach between her thighs. My fingers brush against the heat of her slickness, and she gasps.

“Zane,” she cries out.

There’s a silent plea in her tone. It ignites something primal inside me, and I can’t deny the alpha in me thrumming through my veins. I want to dive deeper with her, but part of me hesitates as I fight against the need that begs for release with the fact that she’ll see all of me.

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