Page 63 of Knot Your Baby

He presses a kiss against my back. His lips curve up in a smile. “Thank you.”

“Don’t get too enthusiastic.” I swallow. “I think Miller likes me, but I know your brother doesn’t.”

“He will.”

I nod lightly, not convinced. “He won’t. He thinks I’m a fraudster who tried to con him with a fake scent.”

“His loss.”

“It’ll be my loss in the end.”

“No fucking way. He can be a lonely old alpha who won’t see the truth, but I’m not. You’re mine, Freya Rose, and there will be no going back after this. Once I’ve tasted you, I’ll know for sure you’re mine.”

My heart thuds loudly and my thighs clench tightly.

“I know.” I swallow. “But I don’t want to cause problems with your pack.”

“You’re mine.” His words come out rougher than ever, and it’s what I’ve wanted to hear my whole life.

“Then take me, Zane.” I run my fingers through his hair, holding his gaze, waiting as I sink my teeth into my lip. “Make me yours.”

His lips collide with mine as he takes hold of my hips with his enormous hands, pressing our bodies tightly together as he deepens the kiss.

When I moan, he drags his mouth from mine until his teeth nip at my throat. Slick gushes from my pussy, soaking me.

“More,” I pant. I’m so tempted to beg him to bite me—claim me—only the thought of Thorne’s face stops me from doing that.

“You taste so sweet.” He tastes my neck with the flat of his tongue as his rough hands slide down my body.

“Take me, please,” I murmur, wanting his hands to reach between my legs. “Knot me.”

“Teach me how to make you come on my cock.” He sucks at the skin on my neck as I wrap my legs around his waist and tilt my hips toward his cock, wanting more. “Teach me how you like it.”

Teach me.

“I trust you to work it out.” I’m so turned on asI feel the tip of his thick cock pressing against my entrance. “I’m yours, Alpha.”

“I am, Omega.”

Slick flows from me. He slides his fingers through the wetness, soaking his hand. “You’re drenched, and I’m desperate to taste you.”

I gasp as he slips a finger inside me, pumping it in and out. “Does that feel good?”

“So good. But I want more.”

He rests on his hands and knees as he trails a soft kiss over my breasts and down my stomach. His nose slides over my clit and downward, inhaling my scent. “You smell of strawberries here.”

I groan as his large hands push on my thighs, opening me wider for him. Our eyes lock for the briefest moment before he lowers and licks along my slit.

My core contracts, and I writhe on the bed as he purrs. More slick pours onto his tongue, and goosebumps pop over my skin.

He hums as he laps up every drop.

“Please, Zane.”

He trails two fingers down my slit before diving in, kissing, licking, and sucking. I latch my legs over his shoulders as my fingers grasp his hair, holding him close, not wanting him to stop.

“That’s good...perfect,” I moan as he swirls his tongue around my clit. “Oh—Keep doing that.”

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