Page 64 of Knot Just Their Nanny
Her eyes flicker to mine, and even through the haze of her heat, I see the raw edge of hope. I’m offering not just satisfaction but solace, and I mean every word. Whatever she needs, I’m here to give.
“How?” she murmurs, her voice rough with need.
Smiling softly, I say, trying not to sound smug, “You’ve brought on my rut.”
Her eyes go wide, green pools of surprise and then a purr escapes her that sets my nerves on fire.
I growl back at her, louder than I intended because I didn’t want to frighten her with my intensity, but she’s anything but scared.
“Come over,” she whispers, holding her hand up weakly as she invites me into her nest.
There’s no hesitation left in me. That’s all the permission my instincts need. I’m ready to be what she needs, to ease this unbearable heat clawing at her insides.
Stripping off the rest of my clothes, I give her a nod to tell her I’m entering her nest now; she smiles back, eagerness splayed over her features. She is about to get what she is craving, and I feel like a fucking god that I’m the one that’s going to give it to her.
As I crawl onto the soft mound of blankets, I marvel at how our bodies align and how everything at this moment feels right. Her skin is hot to the touch, a heat that only serves to drive my desire. It’s just the two of us, and the electric charge between us could light up the whole of the Lake District.
“Are you sure?” My voice is a husky whisper, seeking consent one more time because it’s as crucial as breathing in this delicate situation. The last thing I want is to steamroll over her wishes. But every inch of me prays she won’t send me away.
“Yes, Liam, please,” Zara gasps out, her hand threading through my hair and pulling me closer.
I lean down, pressing a gentle kiss against her forehead before trailing lower to capture her lips. The kiss is sweet torture, and it’s intoxicating. Our tongues twist together, setting off fireworks behind my closed eyelids.
I trail my kisses down her neck, carefully avoiding leaving any marks. It’s an alpha instinct to claim your mate with a physical sign of possession. My body craves to do it, but I resist until she gives her consent and is ready for that level of commitment, which definitely isn’t now in the middle of her heat.
Her nails dig into my shoulders as she arches up into me. “Please, Liam. I need you now.”
As much as I’d love to linger, I’m not letting her down. Nestling between her thighs which she spreads wide for me, I grab my cock and tease her clit gently, unable to stop myself from covering the tip in her slick.
“Fucking hell,” I grunt as I slide into her pussy, hearing the sound of her slick coating me and pooling out underneath her.
She gasps, a sharp intake of breath that melds into a moan as I bury myself deep inside her. The world outside her nest could be falling apart for all I care because right now, nothing matters except the way Zara’s pussy clenches around my cock, and the look of pure ecstasy on her face. Her body is a perfect fit, like she’s been made for me, and the thought sends a bolt of possessive pleasure through me.
Setting a rhythm that has us both gasping for air, every thrust is met with a whimper or a cry from Zara. She matches me move for move.
“More,” she breathes out, her voice tight with desire.
I give it to her, picking up the pace until I’m pounding into her with all the pent-up need my rut had blessed me with. Her perfect small breasts bounce with every movement, and I can’t resist leaning down to take one of her nipples into my mouth.
Zara’s hands are in my hair again, tugging slightly, trying to pull me even closer. Her body tightens, and she convulses intensely, her mouth open in a silent scream. It’s my cue to give her what she really wants, and I don’t make her wait. The knot at the base of my cock, designed to lock our bodies together, bulges as I shoot my cum into deep into her and she lets out a strangled moan which turns to a purr when I growl. Her pussy clutches my knot tightly, almost painfully, clamping down around me like she is possessed.
“Fuck, princess. Good girl. You make my knot so fucking huge with your gorgeous pussy, your slick coating me. Fuck, princess. You feel so fucking tight.”
She gasps, her glazed-over eyes widening at my praise.
Her breath comes out in ragged bursts now, and her grip on my hair loosens as the intensity of her orgasm starts to wane. She’s still purring, a sound that vibrates straight into my soul, making me feel like the luckiest bastard on earth.
I’m knotted inside her, both of us locked in the most intimate embrace possible, and I can’t bring myself to care about anything other than the omega beneath me. Her green eyes have softened, the raw need replaced with a dazed satisfaction that fills me with pride. I’ve done that; I’ve taken care of her.
“Fuck, Liam,” she whispers after catching her breath, “That was so much more than I expected.”
“I know,” I murmur in her ear. “We’re meant to be.” I say it lightly in case she scoffs at me and rejects me as nothing more than a cock with a knot, but she doesn’t. She doesn’t say anything, though.
I brush a sweaty strand of hair from her face and smile.
We’re silent for a moment, our breathing the only sound in the room. It’s comfortable, this quiet between us. It feels like we’re the only two people in the world right now.
Eventually, the tightness around my knot lessens slightly, and I can feel our connection starting to ease. But I don’t pull away yet; I stay nestled between her thighs, savouring the afterglow that wraps around us like a blanket.
