Page 65 of Knot Your Baby

I nod as I bite down on my lip.

He takes my hands in his, holding them against the pillow as his hips quicken. His mouth rests against my ear. “Can I knot you?”

“Please. Just do it. I want to feel every inch of you,” I moan.

“Thank fuck for that.”

As I bite down on my bottom lip to suppress my smile, he grinds his knot against me again.

“Circle around me and then push,” I tell him.

“I might hurt you.”

I smile, loving his caring side. “You could never hurt me.”

Our eyes lock as he pulls out and thrusts forward with a deep groan, his knot sliding to where it belongs.

Chapter 18

Miller

I tap away atmy laptop, reviewing patient files, when a melodic—if slightly off-key—voice floats through the house. Looking up, I spot Freya swaying with Stone in her arms, singing what sounds like an attempt at—no, I can’t even guess what she is singing.

“You’ll make him sea-sick dancing like that,” I call out, unable to hide my grin.

Freya spins around, her copper hair whirling. “Dr. Astor! I thought everyone was at work.” A blush creeps across her freckled cheeks.

“Took the day off. Thought we could spend some time together.”

“You did?” Her green eyes round. “Why?”

“Does there need to be a reason?”

“Yes.” She clutches Stone closer, her lips quirking up.

I laugh, closing my laptop. “Want honesty?”

“Of course.”

“I like you, Freya. In fact, I more than like you. I think Zane’s right that you’re our omega. But with Thorne...” I run a hand through my hair. “I need to handle this carefully. So I thought you and I could have a chat.”

“Thorne’s on blockers,” she breathes. “He’ll never know how I smell.”

“If Zane and I accept you, he’ll have to give you a chance at least.”

She bites her lower lip, shifting Stone to her other hip. “You really like me, Dr. Astor?”

“More than you realize.” I stand, moving closer.

“I like you too.” Her voice comes out as a sigh.

“Let me take you to lunch today. Just me, you and Stone. Let’s get to know more about each other.”

“I’d love that.” She bounces Stone gently. “Though, could we swing by my apartment first? I’m running low on my inhibitor tablets.”

“You don’t need those inhibitors anymore.” I reach for her free hand, pulling her closer. “Not here. Not with us.”

“They just mute my scent, not block it entirely.” Her fingers squeeze mine. “It’s still there. You said so yourself. You could smell me at the hospital.”

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