Page 57 of Knot Their Girl
Fuck, the thought is almost enough to make me explode right there.
Her breathing hitches, and the cry that leaves her lips after that would tell me enough—that she’s coming—but the added wetness in her core is yet another indication of her orgasm. Omegas are apparently a veritable heap of slick when they’re turned on. She comes on my fingers, her body spasming as the pleasure sears through her.
“Pax,” she cries out my name, and I am sluggish in pulling my mouth off her tit.
I growl out, “I love the way you say my name, Raeka.” And I hope she loves the way I say hers.
“Alpha.” This time she pants it out, sounding absolutely delirious, like I imagine she’ll sound when she’s in heat.
Fuck. How on earth did she survive a heat on her own? If she comes apart like this for me, I can’t imagine how difficult and painful it must’ve been for her to go through it all alone, with no knot in sight.
“Omega,” I growl out. “Get on the bed. Lay on your back.”
I pull away from her, withdrawing my fingers from her core, the digits coated in her slick, and as she listens to my instruction and crawls onto the bed, I bring them to my nose and inhale her scent.
This is what she smells like. Heaven in the form of an omega. Sweet and alluring. My cock has never been harder than it is right now.
I use my slick-free hand to pick up her dress. I’m hurried, wanting nothing more than to be on that bed with her, but I try to be careful in laying it down flat on the floor. Soon enough, though, I’m crawling onto that bed with her—still wearing too many clothes, if you ask me—but my clothes must stay on, otherwise fucking her might not be something I can resist.
Raeka lays with her head on her pillow, her blond hair splayed around her face like a halo. And she is a goddess. An angel sent to destroy me. Her white skin is flushed pink, her gray eyes slits as she gazes up at me. Her lips are parted, and she pants for air as I spread her legs wider and position myself between them.
My eyes roam over her naked body. Everything is bared to me. Her heaving tits, those perky, pebbled nipples… all the way down to that beautiful, gorgeous space between her legs, more slick currently leaking out of her.
Never before have I seen a sight so fucking spectacular. I memorize every detail, every curve, every fucking pore on her skin. It’s all so perfect—she’s perfect. She’s so perfect I can’t think straight.
I hold my breath as I lower myself to her apex, and then, when my nose is a mere two inches away from her pussy, I inhale a breath so deep I feel it in every part of me. I breathe her in in a way I never have before, committing the sweet scent of her slick to my mind. I’ll forget my own name before I ever forget a single thing about her.
And then, without any ounce of hesitation on my part, I bring my mouth to her apex. I run my tongue around the rim of her, catching her slick and lapping it up like I’m on death row and she’s my last meal. If she smells sweet, she tastes even sweeter. I don’t know how it’s possible, but I could fucking live on her slick, she tastes so damn good. Seriously, like heaven.
The moment my mouth latches onto her clit, Raeka moans. She writhes, arching her back, her thighs closing tightly around the sides of my head as she grinds along me, with me, her body working in tune with my mouth. Her clit is so swollen, every single flick of it by my tongue nearly sends her over the edge. She’s primed and ready to orgasm again—and that means more slick for me to lap up like a greedy dog.
She moans louder, and I’m a soldier between her legs, my only goal to make her come for me again. It doesn’t take long for her second orgasm to arrive, and it must hit her like a freight train, because she shudders and tenses up, her body racked with an overload of pleasure.
The moment more slick gushes out of her, I’m right there to devour it. I catch it straight from the source, pumping my tongue in and out of her core and running it around her thighs to catch every last drop.
“Mmm,” I hum against her clit after her most recent orgasm. “You taste fucking unreal. Omega, it’s like you were made for me. Like every single part of you was made for me.” Once the words are out, no truer words have ever been spoken by me.
I crawl up to her neck and bury my face there as the need to bite her, to claim her, grows stronger in me. So strong it’s getting damn near impossible for me to resist. The want, the cravings; they’re becoming something else. Not a want, but a need. The thought of ever being without this omega fills me with sheer desolation. If I didn’t have her, I would die. Simple as that.
“Mine,” I whisper against her neck, my canines aching. “You’re mine.”
This feeling, this desire… it’s almost enough to make me lose my mind. Hell, I feel like I’m going insane regardless. Now that her scent fills the air, fills me, my thoughts are jumbled. I feel as if I’m a different man.
Is this what my brother felt when he was near Mercedes? Is Raeka myscent match? Did that stupid cream she smothers onto her skin really mess things upthatbadly?
But… no, if that’s the case, then shouldn’t she be losing her mind when she’s near me? That’s how scent matches work. It goes both ways.
Still, I’m a man too far gone. I can’t stop myself from growling out, “Say it. Say you’re mine, omega.” I don’t use dominance on her, and I don’t need to. She has to feel it, too, even if she’s trying to fight it.
Fate has woven us together.
She turns her face in toward mine, leaning her cheek against mine as she whispers, “I’m yours, alpha.”
No sooner does she say the words back to me that I know, deep in my soul: I would do anything for her. I would kill for her. I would steal for her. I would lie for her. I would do everything my morals would never have let me do before if it meant bringing her happiness.
I’d join a pack for her.
If that’s not evidence enough that she’s my scent match, I don’t know what is.
