Page 47 of Knot Your Baby

And when she does, this beautiful omega won’t touch me in the same way.

So, I ignore the part of me that wants to take her, knot her, claim her as mine and instead, I focus on what Freya needs, trailing my fingers over her slick folds, slowly teasing her.

Her body arches toward me as if urging me on.

She breathes heavily as I explore her softness with care, careful not to rush things. I want to savor this moment and remember the way she feels under my fingers. I want every sound I draw from her lips seared in my brain.

Because, my god, those soft whimpers fill me with an overwhelming sense of pride that this is me doing this for her. The alpha in me wants to take her and protect her and Stone from the rest of the world.

I flatten my tongue on her nipple, tasting her as I watch her eyes flutter shut. I do it again. Every time she moans, it stirs something fierce within me. The deep desire to worship every part of her.

“Please. More.”

And I want to, God, do I want to give her more, but still I hold back.

Freya’s hand holds my head as she leans into my touch, desperate for more.

My heart pounds in rhythm with our breaths as my fingers slide through her slick heat, pressing one finger inside her. I don’t know if she is ready for more.

Her slick is hot and plentiful around my finger, but it’s not that I worry about. I know we’re walking a fine line between the friendship we found in each other and something infinitely more dangerous.

But she is mine.

She moans against my head as I lap up every drop from her breast.

I want to taste her everywhere.

I add another finger, sliding them together through her slickness as her pussy pulses around my fingers.

“That’s it. Come for me Freya.”

She cups my face in her hands and looks into my eyes. “Give me your knot, Zane. Let me feel you. Please.”

“You’re not ready—”

“I am. I’ve been ready for you since the moment I saw you. Please let me be fucked by someone who feels me. Someone who smells me. I promise I won’t stalk you.” She laughs. “Or sneak into your home.”

She still thinks I don’t want her for the long term. I want her. I want her so fucking bad that I can’t stop thinking about her.

“Let me show you how it feels.” She’s almost begging now.

I’m lost in her, drowning in her scent, her touch, her everything. My resistance crumbles with each soft moan that escapes her lips.

“Yes,” I breathe against her skin. “God, yes.”

Her face lights up, a smile breaking across her features that makes my heart stutter. She reaches for my belt, fingers trembling with excitement, when a piercing cry cuts through the moment.

Stone’s wail echoes from the room, shattering our heated bubble. Reality crashes back, hard and fast.

I pull away, running a hand through my hair. “I should go.”

Her face falls, the sparkle in her eyes dimming. She thinks I’m using this as an excuse. I can see it written all over her face.

Before she can turn away, I cradle her face in my hands. Her skin is soft, warm against my palms. I crush my mouth to hers, replacing everything I can’t say with the kiss. I sweep my tongue into her mouth, hers tangles with mine.

She gasps, and I take advantage, deepening it until we’re both breathless.

When I finally break away, her lips are swollen, her cheeks flushed as she touches her lips. “For the first time in my life, a kiss feels real and not because I’m about to be knotted.”

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